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“Rocky drove me here. He will keep your roommate occupied. Any more excuses? Twenty seconds before I bend you over this table and whip those panties down to your ankles.”
I get up and run for the door. It’s not the fact that he means it. I’m sure he does. It’s the fact that part of me wanted to remain in my seat. See what happens. Dare him to do it.
I’m running from that part of me as much as from the threat of such a public humiliation. I burst through the door to the street just in time to see Rocky walking in. He smiles at me like he knows why I’m doing this, doesn’t say a word.
I watch him going inside. I’m jealous. Of him, of Cathy, of the way they seem to be able to have a perfectly normal relationship.
What have I got? Vincenzo grabbing me by the arm and dragging me down the side street next to the bar. It’s blocked by roadworks at the end so there’s no traffic. Surprisingly quiet for where we are. “You were a very bad girl,” he growls in my ear. “Trying to hide from me like this. Trying to deny the truth.”
“What truth?” I ask, squirming in his arm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The truth that we are getting married. It is happening.”
“I told you, I’m turning you down.”
“And I warned you before you walked down those stairs into my basement. Told you that was your last chance to walk away.”
He twists me around, pushing me against the wall, yanking my skirt up over my hips. He gets his fingers into my panties and pulls them down to my knees. “What are you doing?” I ask, turning my head in time to see his hand slap down onto my ass.
I let out a gasp of mingled shock and pain. I look to my left and from where we are, I can see people walking past on the main road. If any of them look this way, they’ll see my bare ass, his hand on my back, holding me in place, his other hand whipping down and landing for a second time.
“Bad girl,” he says. “What are you?”
The words fall out of me before I can stop them. “I’m a bad girl.” The sentence is followed by a light moan, brought on by his nimble fingers sliding between my legs.
“A bad girl who’s getting wet in the street,” he says, spanking me again a moment later. “This is supposed to be punishment, not a turn on.”
He moves his hand between my legs again, finding my clit, sliding back and forth over it. The movement is gentle compared to his rough voice as he continues to berate me. “Such a naughty girl, getting turned on like this. Anyone could see you right now. They might look this way and see you being humiliated like this, mightn’t they?”
I say nothing. I’m biting my lip to keep from moaning as he slips a finger into me. He moves his other hand around my waist, finding my clit, teasing it while his cock digs into my ass through his pants. I can feel how hard it is and the image of that inside me brings me worryingly close to coming.
“Keep still,” he says, sliding the finger out before spanking me a few more times. “I will let you come if you promise to obey me from now on. Will you submit to my command?”
He strokes my clit again, teasing me ever closer to the brink but not letting me over it. I glance out at the traffic, wondering if anyone has seen what’s happening down here. Adrenaline is coursing through my body. I’ve never felt so alive. Doing something I never would have imagined I’d do in a million years. All because of him.
I’m about to come in public. He’s teasing me to the point of no return. Another touch and I’ll tip over.
He stops, leaning down to growl in my ear. “Promise me and I’ll let you come.”
“All right,” I hiss back, shifting my hips, grinding my thighs together, trying to ease the ache that’s deep inside me. “I promise.”
There’s the sound of fabric rustling and then, out of nowhere, he’s in me. The tip of his cock pushes straight into my wetness, moving deep to fill me completely. He presses his hips to mine, his hand around my waist once more, finding my clit. “Come for me,” he says, pulling back and sliding deep again, grinding his hips against my ass.
The command is enough to tip me over the edge. An earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body and my legs go weak from it. I almost collapse, my body shaking. Only the fact I’m impaled on him keeps me upright as one wave after another of ecstasy washes over me. I can hear nothing. I can see nothing. I can only feel.
All too soon, the sensation fades away. As it does, he slides from me, pushing his cock back into his pants. He stands me up, turning me around as my panties slide down to my ankles.
“Good girl,” he says, planting a kiss on me that’s so passionate, my breath is taken away. He holds me tightly, lifting me off my feet. His cock is still rock hard and I want him to drop me onto it. I want to feel it in me again. My insides are still throbbing from the all too brief time he just spent in me. “You are learning.”
He drops me back onto my feet, noticing my panties on the ground. He grabs them and pockets them. “You can have them back when you’ve earned them,” he says. “The wedding has been brought forward. We get married tomorrow. Until you say your vows, you do not get to wear panties.”
He kisses me again, squeezing my ass hard as he does so. “You sure you want to turn me down?” he asks between embraces.
“I tried that,” I reply. “You didn’t listen.”
“I told you. If I don’t hear the safe word, I keep going. Now come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
