When I don’t move, he snatches my wrist and pulls me up against his hard body. “Come here, baby. You’ve been teasing me with that ass all day long. It’s time for payback.”
I swoon a little. I freakin’ love when he talks tough with me. I’m wearing a pair of skin-tight white capri jeans and he unbuttons them.
My legs tremble as he pulls them down over my ass, all the way to my ankles. He crouches at my feet, infinitely gentle as he tugs them off one foot and then the other.
“And now for these.” He peels down my lace panties.
I suck in a breath. I shaved myself bare for him when I took a shower before we went shopping.
He’s not disappointed. “Oh, baby. Oh, fuck, baby. Look at that pussy.” He brushes my nether lips with his thumb, then curls my toes when he drags his tongue in a long line up the seam. “Did you do this for me, amore?”
“Um…” I can’t speak because he’s applying his tongue to my clit.
He pulls back, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me you keep this pussy shaved on the regular.”
I step back, because he’s being a prick. “Why not?”
He stands up, still frowning. He pulls my blouse off over my head. “Because I can’t fucking stand knowing this sexy pussy was right there. Every fucking time I talked to you. Every time another guy talked to you.” His voice is rough.
I give a shaky laugh. “You’re nuts, Alessandro, you know that?” I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss.
He claims my mouth with bruising force, at the same time he unhooks my bra in the back and pulls it off my shoulders.
It’s just like last night—I’m naked, he’s fully dressed.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulls me to the couch again, and across his knees. I’m creaming so hard for him, I’ll probably wet his trousers. Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him.
“Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass.
I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?”
He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” I complain, reaching back to cover. “Am I really in trouble?”
“Oh, you’re in worlds of trouble, amore. Worlds.”
“Why—ouch! Alex!”
He stops and rubs his large palm in a circle over my smarting ass, soothing away the sting. “For starters”—he slaps me again—“you’ve made me suffer all these years. You enjoyed my fucking suffering. Every time you pranced by me at your father’s house wearing something highly inappropriate.” He gives me three hard slaps. My whole ass twitches and tingles now, heat settling in.
“It’s not my fault you came by when I was still in my jammies,” I choke, remembering a time when his eyes nearly bugged out at seeing me in a cami top and short shorts.
“Those were not jammies!” Clearly he remembers the same scene. And clearly it still bothers him because his hand crashes down so hard I lose my breath. Each spank jiggles my lady bits, making them swell between my legs.
“Alex—ouch! Please!”
“I’m not stopping this spanking until you apologize.” He’s still spanking fast and hard and I’m losing the fun of it now.
“I’m sorry!” I holler.
“I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy,” he prompts.
“I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy!” I shout back.
He stops spanking and rubs.
Endorphins must be kicking in, because the pain has changed. It’s just a pulsing, heat and the throb of my clit, needy and swollen between my legs.
“Good girl.” Alex strokes me with both hands, one running up and down my back while the other circles my ass. “You took your spanking so well, cara mia.”
“You were mean,” I sulk, because—yeah. It was definitely more than I bargained for. I guess if he spanked me that hard last night, I didn’t notice because I was drunk.
“I know, baby, but Daddy’s going to reward his princess, too.” He pulls me up and arranges me on his lap, my back facing his front. He drapes my knees on the outside of his, spreading me wide. “Does this pretty pussy need some attention from Daddy now?”
“Y-yes,” I breathe as he taps my clit.
He gives it a light slap and I jerk in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but I never knew it was a thing. “Put your hands behind your head, baby girl.”
My movements stutter on the way to obey him, not quite sure what he wants, but then I understand. The position lifts and separates my breasts, which he now reaches around to squeeze and cup. He tugs my nipples, pinches them, rolls them between his fingers. I wriggle on his lap, wanting the attention to return south.