Giorgio (Vigilance 1)

“I want you to show me exactly how much you need, how much you want. I love how sensitive your body is, how much you’re willing to give. But you need to learn how to be obedient. You need to learn how to take my commands seriously.”

“I…” I licked my lips and looked up at him. There was so much power in his dark eyes. Fear overtook me. This was too much. I felt too much for him. I needed to get away.

He took hold of my upper arms. “Look at me.”

I shook my head.

“Lane. Look. At. Me. Now.”

I couldn’t resist the command in his voice.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay right here. You’re going to learn the lessons I need to teach you, then you’re going to give yourself to me. All of you. After that, we’re going to talk.

“I…”

“The right answer is ‘yes, sir.’”

I stared at him, and the room began to spin. I wanted this, I did, but I was scared, not of Giorgio, but of what I felt for him, what I needed from him.

“Breathe, baby.”

I nodded. “I… I can do that.”

He scooped me into his arms, carried me to the bedroom, and sat on the end of the bed with me on his lap.

He took slow breaths, and I matched my breathing to his.

“Look at me.”

I did, and this time I didn’t feel panic.

He smiled. “Better?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m here to protect you. It’s my job to keep you safe, so trust me to only give you what you need.”

His expression softened, and he ran his thumb over my lower lip. I believed him. Even though my mind was screaming that this was wrong, nothing had ever felt so right.

“I trust you.”

He smiled. “Good. Now strip and lie over my lap.”

I stood. My legs were still shaky, but the dizziness was better, and I was more sure than ever that I wanted this, needed it, craved it like nothing else.

If I thought too much about what he was going to do to me, I would panic again, so I pushed my thoughts aside and just enjoyed the heat in his eyes as I peeled off my clothes.

First my velvet coat, then the t-shirt I wore underneath. When my hands went to the fastenings of my pants, Giorgio grabbed my waistband and pulled me toward him. “I need to taste you first.”

His tongue flicked over one of my nipples, and I shuddered.

“That’s right. Don’t hold back any of your gorgeous reactions.”

I moaned as he sucked first one nipple then the other while palming my cock through my pants. By the time he pulled back, I was panting. I wondered if my cock had leaked so much there would be a damp spot on my jeans.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

Why was his stern voice so hot?

I fumbled with the button but finally got my jeans undone. They were beyond tight and not at all easy to get out of, but Giorgio seemed to enjoy watching me shimmy and wiggle as I worked them over my ass.

I shoved them to the floor, and Giorgio had to help steady me as I unzipped my ankle boots so I could step out of them and get rid of my jeans.

Finally, I stood in front of him fully naked. He was still dressed, which made what was about to happen seem even filthier. I was going to let him spank me, to punish me, and I was going to like it. I was sure of that. I was rock-hard just thinking about it.

He raised his brows then looked down at his lap. I took the few steps I needed to reach him and lay over his legs, sticking my ass up and waiting for what came next.

“I can’t protect you if you don’t listen to me. I can’t protect you if you walk away from me. Don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t. I—”

“You don’t need to speak. You just need to feel.”

When his hand came down on my ass, the pain shocked me so much I cried out. He clearly wasn’t going to go easy on me. He slapped my ass again before I had a chance to recover.

“Giorgio, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” He spanked me again and again. My ass burned, and I struggled to escape, but he held me in place.

I both wanted to get away and didn’t. I wanted the pain to stop, but the longer it went on, the less I could separate it from the heat pulsing in my cock. I was so hard. If I could just get some friction…

When I tried to adjust my position so I could rub my cock against his thigh, he slapped my ass harder than he had before.

“No. Nothing touches your dick until I’m done with you.”

15

Giorgio

“Please,” Lane begged.

The desperate sound made my dick jump. He was so beautiful laid out over me, his ass red with my handprints. I could come just from feeling him writhing against me and hearing his cries and whimpers.