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“I will not tolerate behavior like that. You were disrespectful to both me and Tennessee. If you act like a spoiled little mafia brat, then I’ll treat you like one.”
12
Aria
As soon as I tried to get off the bed, Matthew reached out and surprised me by grabbing a hold of one wrist, and then the other. And then using the leverage created by pulling on them, he managed to get me onto my stomach in the middle of the bed while maneuvering himself behind me in record time. Before I had a chance to realize what he was doing and try to prevent it, he had my arms lashed together then secured to the top of the bed with one of his expensive silk ties he had quickly pulled from the top drawer of the dresser right beside the bed. Then he stood at the end of the bed and pulled first one ankle away from its pair then the other, separating and binding each of them to a corner with another tie, so that I was held fast to the bed.
“Let me go!” I tried to kick and pull to no avail. He’d effortlessly tied me to his bed, and I knew that struggling more would only make the knots in the ties even tighter. So, I remained still to try to preserve some dignity if that were even possible.
“I can’t for the life of me understand why you refuse to follow orders,” he boomed as he walked to the side of the bed so he could look at me as he spoke. “Has no one taught you to obey a man?”
I huffed. Obey a man? Was that something that even happened anymore in this day and age? “Hardly.”
He glared at me, licking his lips as if all he wanted to do was taste my pussy. “Hardly what?”
“I don’t know who you think you are. I can do and say whatever the hell I want. No man will ever have the power to say otherwise no matter how rich and powerful you think you are. And just because I follow my father’s rules, does not mean I will follow yours.”
Matthew paused, seemingly taking it all in. “Well, that is a shame. Your lack of knowing what true submission can do to your body shows your inexperience and just how much of a mafia brat you truly are. You have no idea what pleasure can come from letting go. Release leads to an animalistic lust and desire unlike anything you could only fantasize about. Would you prefer a weak man? Would you prefer to be the one who holds all the power? Spoiled rich girl who goes running to Daddy Dearest whenever someone tells her something she doesn’t like. Do you want a man who is just as afraid of you as he is your father?”
I remained motionless, clearly thinking about his question. Very slowly I shook my head. “No, I don’t want that. I much prefer a man to act like a… man. Dominant, strong, protective. But not a god damn monster like you.” I wanted to look away as my face heated but remained steadfast to show confidence and strength. “I sure as fuck don’t want you.”
“Well then, princess,” he growled, “I won’t ask for your submission. I will simply demand it. You’re about to see how I’ll handle you when you break my rules or direction. The next time you ask the question ‘or else?’, you will know exactly how to answer it for yourself.” He reached under my belly and found the button and zipper to my pants and freed me from their hold. He then yanked down my pants and panties to my lower thighs, completely baring my behind. Fear.
Yes, fear.
I didn’t want to be spanked. Or maybe I did?
Maybe that was what I was the most afraid about.
My desires scared me. Terrified me.
The tingle in my core only grew with each second, stealing my breath. Arching up violently as best I could and generally trying to work myself free, my heart beat so loud, I was sure he could hear it.
And then, as he stood there staring down at my bare behind, he unbuckled his belt, and my efforts at escaping redoubled before his eyes. Not that it did me one bit of good. I was there, and that was where he wanted me to be, and where he was going to keep me until he thought that I had learned my lesson.
“Has no one ever punished you before me? Never had your ass licked by leather?”
I shook my head. “Never,” I panted. “You can’t do this, you—”
“What’s stopping me, Aria?”
“I’ll be good. I’ll listen,” I replied in a tone sounding very much like pleading.
He chuckled. “No, you won’t. Even after I belt you tonight, I have no doubt I’ll have to do it again and again. You’re stubborn, and that is fine by me. I’ll dance this dance with you gladly.”
