Her Mafia Bodyguard

“I am not! I was meeting up with—” Her mouth snaps shut, her eyes lowering to the floor of the elevator car.

“Meeting up with who?” I loom over her, my chest almost brushing up against her shoulder. That’s how close we are, and I can’t pretend the proximity isn’t doing something to me. I can feel her apprehension like it’s soaking into me, and all it does is make me want to punish her. Like I’m feeding on her disappointment. Her fear of me.

Let her be afraid. Maybe that will get it through to her. “Answer me. Who were you meeting up with?”

“None of your fucking business.” But there’s a tremble in her voice, and she doesn’t sound nearly as strong as she did before. She’s trying her hardest to stay strong, but she’s failing.

“Don’t bother.” The doors open, and I take her bicep in a vise grip, hauling her over to the apartment door. “I know who you were meeting. That asshole from earlier today, right? What? Did he tell you he wanted to talk about your group project?”

“So what if he did?” The second we’re inside, she yanks herself free—then, because she’s clearly lost her mind, she puts both hands against my chest and shoves as hard as she can. Not that it does much, but it’s the first time she’s ever tried something like that.

“Oh? Do you want to play it rough?” Fear blooms in her eyes when I take her by both wrists, hauling her in close. “That’s how you like it? Maybe that’s what will get through to you. If I push you around a little bit. Maybe that’s what will get you to behave yourself.”

“Release me,” she mutters through clenched teeth. “Now.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, princess?” I have to remind myself not to get off on this, but being this close to her, feeling the way she squirms against me as I pull her across the living room to the sofa, has me hard as a rock by the time I sit down, pulling her with me.

“What are you doing?” she asks after she flops down across my thighs.

“I’m making sure you remember next time some douchebag asks you over to his apartment. There are rules you’re expected to follow.” She can struggle all she wants, but she’s no match for me. I hardly have to try to get her over my knee, ass in the air.

“Stop it! You can’t be serious!” She kicks her feet and slaps at my legs with both hands, but it’s no use. There I was, thinking I’d eventually explode and have to fuck her senseless. I didn’t imagine spanking her would be my outlet instead.

“This is the only way you’re going to learn.” But I’m not going to give her any of that bullshit about it hurting me worse than it hurts her. This isn’t hurting me at all. In fact, the first slap against her firm little ass is almost enough to release some of the tension I’ve been carrying around all these months.

She yelps and tries to claw at my other leg. “Stop it! Right now. I’m serious, Zeke!” She almost has to twist her head all the way around to look up at me. There are tears in her eyes, and my God, it only makes me want more. I deliver another blow—not nearly as hard as I could manage, but hard enough that the crack of my hand against her flesh echoes through the room.

“You will not disobey me again.” Another slap, and now I wish I’d gotten her jeans down around her thighs before I started this. My mouth waters at the idea of watching her ass turn darker red with every blow. “Say it.”

“No!”

All that earns her is another smack, so hard her entire body tenses. “It’s just going to get worse, Mia. I’m going to do this until you get the message. Follow the rules, and this doesn’t have to happen again. Got it?” When all she does is fight harder, she gets another slap. My palm is stinging now, but I ignore the sensation in favor of enjoying the position I’m in. She’s at my mercy, completely, no matter how she fights. All she’s doing is tiring herself out, her kicks weaker, her cries softer.

And if this goes on much longer, I’m going to break the zipper on my jeans. It’s painful, my erect cock squashed awkwardly. And every time she squirms, brushing against it, it takes everything I have to keep from groaning.

“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl from now on.” When she hesitates, I make contact again. She sucks in a breath through clenched teeth but doesn’t cry out. “Well? Are you going to say anything? Or do you like this? Is that why you can’t help testing me? Did you always secretly hope I would do this?”

She looks at me again, her face dark red, her eyes watering, and I could almost believe I’m right. “Go to hell.”

“That’s not an answer.” I lift my hand menacingly. “I’ve been holding back so far. Do you want to see what I’m really capable of?”

She’s not a stupid girl. Good sense wins out in the end. “Fine. Damn you. Fine. Now let me up.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should hold you like this for a while.” I bring my hand down, but it’s not to spank her. This time, I’m almost gentle as I graze the curves of her cheeks. How many times have I imagined doing this? Even with a layer of denim in the way, it’s almost more than I can handle without losing control and tearing her pants off.

And when she shivers—a single spasm almost violent enough to knock her off my lap—I let her go before this can go too far. Hell, I’m thinking it already has.

She doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t say a word. She goes straight to her room and closes the door. Not even a slam. She only closes it, leaving me alone.

And I do what I know I shouldn’t but can’t help. I lean back and unzip my jeans, sighing in relief as I free my cock from its prison. I take it in my fist and pump hard, the image of Mia’s perfect ass burned into my brain.

She shivered. She wanted it. And dammit, so did I. So much that I couldn’t even make it to my room before stroking myself like this, like some depraved fucking lunatic sitting out in the open. “Mia,” I grunt under my breath, teeth gritted, remembering how firm her ass is, how easy it was to make her submit.

The first spurt shoots from the tip before I can catch it against my other hand. It splashes over my jeans. Again, and again. My balls empty, the tension slowly easing as I loosen my grip and let my softening dick fall against my waistband.

Tonight, I went farther than I ever should have, and I only want more.

What is she doing to me?

And how much longer until jerking off won’t be enough?