The corner of my mouth lifts. Without another word, I grab her hips and spin her around so she’s facing the mirror. Her hands brace against the countertop as I press up behind her.
I yank the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing the thin black thong she’s wearing underneath. Her perfect ass is on full display, and the sight makes my cock twitch.
I bring my hand down hard. The sharp smack echoes in the marble bathroom. She gasps, body jolting forward.
I don’t give her time to recover. I spank her again, harder this time.
“You broke your promise,” I growl, voice low and dark as I deliver another firm slap. “You put everything at risk tonight.”
She whimpers, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she pushes back against my hand, silently begging for more.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear as I squeeze the warm, stinging flesh of her ass.
“Bad girls get punished,” I murmur. “And you’ve been very, very bad tonight, haven’t you?”
“Yes…”
She lets out another gasp of shock when my palm connects with her ass again, but it quickly melts into a needy moan as I keep going.
I watch, transfixed, as her perfect round ass turns a deeper shade of pink under my hand, then red. My fingerprints bloom across her skin.
The sight does something vicious to me. Possessive. Primal. I want to mark her everywhere.
I hook my fingers into the thin strap of her thong and yank it roughly to the side. She’s soaked.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur darkly, sliding two fingers through her folds. “You’re fucking drenched. Getting spanked turns you on, huh?”
She whimpers, pushing her ass back against my hand shamelessly. “Yes… please…”
I groan and push two fingers deep inside her without warning. She’s so tight, clenching around me. I curl them, stroking that spot that makes her tremble, while my other hand wraps around her throat from behind, forcing her to look at us in the mirror.
Her mouth is open, lips parted in a perfect little ‘O’, eyes glassy with lust. She moans my name like a prayer, hips rolling desperately against my fingers.
“The door—” she gasps. “Anyone could come in?—”
“I locked it,” I growl against her ear, biting down on her lobe. “Now stop worrying about who might see and come for me like a good girl.”
I thrust my fingers faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time. Her moans grow louder, shameless, echoing off the marble walls. I watch her face in the mirror, the way her eyes flutter, the way her lips tremble, and feel her pussy start to flutter around my fingers.
She shatters with a broken cry of my name, soaking my hand, her walls pulsing violently around my fingers. I keep stroking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking and whimpering.
Only then do I slowly pull my fingers out of her. She slumps forward, gripping the countertop for support, breathing hard.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear.
“Spread those pretty legs and hold onto the counter, baby,” I murmur. “Brace yourself, because you're going to remember this every time you try to sit tomorrow.”
I unzip my pants, free my cock, hard and aching. Without another warning, I line myself up and thrust deep inside her in one stroke.
“Nico…” Eleonora cries out loudly.
Her pussy clenches around me, hot and impossibly tight. I groan at the feeling, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I bottom out.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “So goddamn tight.”
I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her hard from behind, deep, punishing strokes that make her ass jiggle with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the bathroom. I wrap one hand around her throat, forcing her to look at us in the mirror.
“Eyes on me,” I growl. “Watch how I fuck you.”
