Page 16 of My Italian Roommate

“What? You want to spank me? You aren’t serious, are you?”

“You’ve been a bad girl. You need to take your licks,” I try to remain stern but I can feel a sinister grin growing on my lips.

“What are you? My father?”

“No, baby girl, but I’m about to be your Daddy.”

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ARE YOU MY DADDY NOW?

MALLORY

Inever had a father and my mother didn’t believe in corporal punishment, but, even without any personal experience on the subject, I don’t think a spanking is supposed to make me feel this way. I bite down on my lip but still can’t stop myself from moaning. Each time his hand makes contact with my skin, desire courses through my veins, and I feel more wicked and wild.

He must be feeling the same way because I can feel his swollen manhood against my belly.

He slaps me one final time and asks, “Have you learned your lesson, little girl?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy. I mean, you’re my Daddy now, right?”

Standing, he lifts me off his lap and tosses me down on the sofa.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer. I need to have you, baby girl.”

“But, what about the race tomorrow? I thought it was bad luck or something.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he slips his hands under my dress and pulls it over my head.

He takes my breasts in his hands, squeezes them, and repeats, “I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

“Mario, I have to talk to you first,” I gasp but he doesn’t seem to be in the mood to listen. He drops his head and kisses my nipples. I want nothing more than to have him take me, but he has to know what this means to me. I have to tell him the truth.

“Mario, I have to tell you,” I wiggle myself into a seated position. It’s not easy with his weight on top of me.

“What is it, princess? What’s so important that you have to say it now?”

“Mario, I’ve never had sex before. If we do this, you’re my first.”

That stops him. He gazes deeply into my eyes and brushes my hair from my face. He stares at me for so long that I begin to think that my inexperience has turned him off. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut, I don’t know, but I didn’t want him to take my inexperience as something else. I didn’t want him to feel like I wasn’t into him.

“You’re saying that you’re a virgin?” he asks slowly, brows pinching together.

I try to speak but I’m afraid that I’ve already turned him off, so I simply nod my head.

“And what? Are you telling me that you don’t want to sleep with me?”

“Oh my God, no! That’s not why I told you,” Shit, shit, shit. I have him all turned around now.

“Then what, little girl? Tell me what you want,” he strokes the inside of my thigh, sending a shockwave up my spine.

“I want to be with you. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, baby girl, you could never. You’re all that I want and the fact that you want me to be your first is even better, but you need to know that this isn’t just us having fun. If you give yourself to me, I get all of you. You’re going to be mine. Only mine. Now and forever.”

I don’t think he realizes I’ve wanted that from the first time I saw him standing in my bathroom that night.

I nod my head again and tell him, “Yes, I understand. That’s what I want, too.”

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