The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

“You’re supposed to count,” I reminded her.

“One,” she whispered.

I slapped her other cheek, spreading out the heat.

“Two.”

The third hit was harder, delivering a little more sting. I watched her, studying her reaction.

“Three.”

Her face was still against her arm, her eyes squeezed shut.

I resumed stroking her ass. “Look at me.” It was an order, but my tone was soft, cajoling.

Her lashes fluttered, revealing her pretty blue eyes. She looked at me with such innocent confusion that all the air was knocked from my chest. She was just as pure and perfect as Joseph had always said, and I now fully understood why he worshipped her.

I tucked her hair behind her ear, and she didn’t flinch from my touch.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. So sweet, trusting me to take care of you.”

“But you’re spanking me,” she whispered. She still didn’t understand her feelings. Deep in her heart, she knew this was a form of caretaking. But her feminist sensibilities were telling her that this was wrong.

“I am.” I trailed my fingers through her hair. “And you’re being so good for me. Are you sorry you disrespected me?”

She nodded, and I saw the truth in her eyes: she really meant it. She wasn’t lying to get out of further punishment.

“We’ll make it five, then,” I conceded. “Just this once. But don’t expect me to go soft on you every time. Consistency is important, and know that I’ll always follow through.”

She nodded again, accepting.

My cock jerked toward her, my balls aching. I bit back a groan and focused on what I needed to do.

“Two more, and then I want to hear you apologize,” I told her.

“But I am sorry,” she said softly.

I gave her a small smile. “I know you are. Two more. Don’t forget to count.”

I slapped her twice in quick succession, hard and precise. She shrieked and squirmed, trying to move away from the sting I’d inflicted.

“Four,” she gasped. “Five.”

“Such a good girl. Are you ready to apologize?”

“I’m sorry.” She tucked her face against her arm again, her cheeks as red as her ass.

I clicked my tongue at her, calling her attention back to me. I rested my hand against her bottom, letting her feel the warning.

“Look me in the eye, and tell me again.”

Her gorgeous eyes met mine. They were no longer clouded with confusion, but they shone with tears. I hadn’t spanked her hard enough to make her cry. These tears were cathartic, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“I’m sorry.”

“Daddy,” I prompted, lightly squeezing her ass.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She mumbled the words, still embarrassed by what was happening.

I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I forgive you. I think my good girl has earned a reward. Are you wet for me, princess?”

She didn’t answer, but I knew the truth before I dipped my fingers between her legs. I could already smell her arousal, and when I touched her inner thighs, I found her soaking wet for me.

I growled my satisfaction and kissed her forehead again. “Come for Daddy, princess.”

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can. You’re dripping all over my hand.”

She shook her head, but I read the need in her wide eyes.

“You don’t have to be scared, babygirl. I’m right here. I’ve got you. And I want you to give me a nice, big orgasm.”

I rubbed my thumb over her hard little clit, and she cried out. I still had her wrists pinned to the wall above her head, but she didn’t try to escape. Instead, she rotated her hips toward my touch, seeking more stimulation.

I obliged her, easing two fingers into her tight cunt. She whimpered as I filled her, and when I found the sensitive spot at the front of her inner walls, a shudder wracked her body.

“Come for me,” I urged, coaxing rather than ordering. She was vulnerable, still confused by her reaction to me and the connection between us.

I curled my fingers against her g-spot and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She shattered on a scream, and her pussy gripped my fingers. If my cock had been inside her, it would’ve been enough to make me lose all control. As it was, the sight of her squirming on my hand while she rode out her orgasm was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. It took effort to prevent myself from coming in my pants.

I wanted her. I wanted to take her, fuck her, make her mine.

But she wasn’t ready for that. If I fucked her right now, I’d be taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. I needed her fully aware and consenting before I could use her body the way I wanted to.

When she started to whine from sensitivity, I withdrew my hand. I lifted my wet fingers to my lips and sucked them clean. She tasted every bit as decadent as I’d dreamed. And the way she watched my crude behavior with those wide, doe eyes…