Page 44 of Mafia Captor

“You love cats so much you’re turning into one. Was that a meow?” Before I can answer, he starts spanking the bottom curve of my ass. Short, fast little spanks, but gosh, do they sting. His speed increases, peppering every inch of my backside. “You’re such a naughty girl. Coming in here, spouting off like you’re ten feet tall. But you’re not, are you? You’re just a tiny little thing, bent over my chair, getting your ass spanked.”

My skin is starting to burn. I roll my hips, trying to get away from him.

He digs his fingers into my waist, holding me in place. “You’re not going anywhere till I’m done punishing this ass.”

He brings his palm flat against the center of my ass cheeks. The sound echoes through the room.

The heat, the pain, his words… they all collide, making my pussy wet and clenching, my knees weak like jelly. “Uhn…”

This is madness, to let him do this to me. To like it so much, to hate it so much, to be so darn wet.

The buckle of his belt clicks open.

Nooo…

“I’m not ready… I can’t… Let me out of here…” I push my hands into the cushion, trying to lift my upper body.

His strong arm locks me to the chair. “Whoa, little cowgirl. You haven’t tasted leather yet.”

The belt…

My heart races in my chest, my stomach dropping into the chair I’m bent over. “I don’t know about the belt.”

He growls his next words. “I do.” I hear the leather slice through the loops of his pants.

I cringe. A wave of humiliation tears through me as my bare ass cheeks full-on clench in front of him. He drags the leather over my ass. It’s cool and feels good against my skin that he heated with his punishing hand.

It doesn’t feel good for long…

The leather lifts. It comes crashing back, striking a line of fire over my ass from hip to hip. I suck air in, between my teeth, trying not to cry out. The leather whips me again, lower this time, two stripes of pain now radiating over my skin.

It’s too much. I moan, tears popping up in my eyes. To my surprise, I hear the belt hit the floor.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He runs his fingertips over the punishing lines. “Seeing my handprints on your ass, my belt marks… I have to fuck you. Now.”

My pussy throbs at his promise. I press my hipbones into the back of the chair, so ready to have him fill me, to ease away this empty ache inside me.

I moan as his finger slides down the crack of my ass, teasing me. Finally, he circles his fingertip around the entrance to my pussy, collecting the slickness that pools there. He pushes a finger into me, giving some relief. It’s not enough. I need the real thing.

I’m not above begging for it. “Please. I need you. I need you inside me.”

“What part of me do you want?” He adds a second finger to the first, stretching me. “Say it.”

I hold back a groan. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Yes.” He thrusts.

“Please,” I whimper. “Put your c—cock inside me.”

“Good girl,” he purrs.

His finger leaves me. I hear him freeing his cock from his clothing. He grabs my hips. I part my legs, wanting him, needing him.

Finally, I feel him push the head of his cock against my pussy. I’m wet, but tight, my pussy stretching, burning as he thrusts inside me. He gives my still-sore ass a smack. He fucks me, hard, his cock plunging inside me.

My mouth falls open, my eyes closing. But I want to see him, to touch his face. I want his mouth on mine. I reach back, grabbing for him. “Kiss me. I need you.”

“Huh?” His pace doesn’t even slow.

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