“That’s not the same thing!” I protest.
“A deal is a deal, Lea,” he rasps into my ear, pulling on my t-shirt. “Now stop fighting what you want before you end up over my knee for a spanking you don’t enjoy.”
I groan, but my arms relax. Massimo peels off my t-shirt, tosses it to the side, and drags his fingernails up my back. I arch into it, pressing my body against him while his fingers twist the clasp of my bra. It cascades down my arms, and Massimo removes it roughly, tossing it on the floor beside the rest of my clothes. I’m completely naked—fully exposed. My nipples harden from a mixture of the sudden coolness and the arousal that is still building.
“Now,bambina,” he says, leaning back and glaring at me with a grin on his face. “You’remine.”
Massimo takes my hand and pulls me toward his bedroom.
There’s no backing out.
CHAPTER 16
Lea
Massimo takes me to his bedroom and closes the door with a thud.
Then it locks.
The last time I heard a door lock behind me, I got scared. Afraid he was going to do a lot more than spank me. Now it is making my stomach flutter. I turn to meet his gaze and my breath hitches. The look in his eyes is different. More primal, almost like an animal sizing up his prey. That’s what I am now—hisprey.
“On the bed,bambina,” he says, his hungry gaze shifting for a moment. “I want you on your back.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
Massimo’s bed is bigger than the one in my bedroom. It’s a canopy bed with four posters and a sheer curtain that hangs from the top, mostly for decoration. It’s not thick enoughto block the light. I walk over, move the curtain, and get comfortable. I’m not brave enough to spread my legs. I keep them tightly shut and remain as still as a statue, except when I have to squirm a little because I feel the sting left behind by the spanking. Massimo goes to his suitcase, opens it, and removes a few things. I can’t see what they are until he turns around with several ties draped across his arms.
“What are those for?” I ask nervously.
“I’m going to tie you up, Lea,” he says, walking to the bed. “That way you stay exactly where you are until I’m done with you.”
“That isn’t necessary,” I say, feeling my throat tighten when he kneels on the bed and wraps one of his ties around my wrist. “Really, Massimo.”
“Don’t argue with me,” he growls, wrapping the tie tighter and yanking on it.
I whimper a few more protests, but I don’t do anything to stop him. He binds my wrists together with one tie and uses another to secure them to the headboard. I tug against my restraints, finding them too tight for me to ever escape on my own. Now I’m helpless and completely at his mercy. But he’s not finished yet. He moves to the foot of the bed and wraps a tie around my ankle. He’s going to make meutterlyhelpless.
“My feet too? Really?” I groan.
Massimo turns to me, letting go of the tie and glaring. He shifts until he’s towering over me and puts a hand on my thigh.
“What did I say about arguing with me?” he rumbles, squeezing my thigh until my legs part.
“S-sorry,” I whimper.
Massimo lets go of my thigh and before I realize what is going to happen, he slaps my labia. I squeal and squeeze my legs shut, shaking my head frantically.
“No! Don’t do that!” I cry out.
“You keep arguing, so now you’re getting punished for it,” he says. “Spread your legs, Lea. You’re getting ten of those.”
“No, Massimo! I don’t like that!” I rub my thighs together, feeling the sting where he slapped me—it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it caught me by surprise.
“Either open your legs willingly, or I’ll finish tying you up, and you’ll get twenty instead of ten,” he warns. “And if you keep fighting me while I’m tying you up, I’ll use my belt instead of my hand.”
I’m in trouble again, and this time, he’s spanking me somewhere I never imagined feeling pain. But what choice do I have? Ten is bad enough. I don’t want twenty—and Ireallydon’t want him to use his belt. I whimper, my legs shaking as I part them. I only give him a few inches, but he spreads them wider, and I don’t fight him. Fighting just makes things worse.
“Count them out,bambina,” he demands, pulling his hand back. “And tell me you’re sorry after each one.”
