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“Three!” Gianna cries out, her voice more breathless now. “Four—”
At five, I feel her starting to squirm against my lap. My cock, already struggling not to get hard, thickens and swells against my thigh, quickly rising as she wriggles against me. “Six!” she gasps. “Seven—Alessio—”
She nearly moans my name as my hand comes down again, her hips pressing into my thigh, and my cock stiffens instantly, the sound sending most of the blood from my brain straight down to my groin. This is going in the wrong direction, and unless I course-correct quickly, every defense I had against sleeping with my own wife is going to rapidly crumble.
“Stand up.” I take her arm, urging her up off of my lap, watching to make sure that she doesn’t stumble and fall as she obeys. Her jeans are still around her thighs, and I grab for them, jerking them up before I can get more than a glimpse of the soft black hair at the junction of her thighs, hiding most of her pussy from me—but not before I catch a breath of her arousal, the warm scent filling the air between us and making my cock jolt painfully against my fly.
“That’s not what this is about,” I tell her sternly. “That—sound you just made. The way you reacted. This isn’t for pleasure, Gianna. This is apunishment.”
Her eyes narrow at me, rebellion flaring in them. I never knew brattiness could turn me on so much until Gianna. “You can’t make menotenjoy it,” she breathes. “You can’t control that.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to reach down and adjust my straining erection. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Gianna.”
“Don’t I?” She raises an eyebrow, her gaze dropping pointedly to the thick bulge in my lap.
“You’re too innocent and sheltered to really understand.” I shake my head. “We’ll do this a different way. I won’t be responsible for—”
The color in her face deepens, flushing a darker red as she glares at me. Her eyes glisten, and the frustration on her face is almost palpable. “I might be innocent and sheltered,” she snaps through gritted teeth, “but I’m not an idiot, Alessio. There’s a library in this house, for fuck’s sake, with someveryenlightening books. And I have a phone. I can look things up—”
Thatdoesmake me angry. “So you cajoled me into giving you those ‘lessons’ for what? You could have just looked up the answers yourself. Watched someinstructionalvideos. Or were you too afraid of getting caught watching porn? Innocent Gianna, watching filthy videos—” I break off, the throbbing in my cock at the idea of her touching herself under the blankets while watching porn almost too much to take.
“I wantedyouto teach me. I wanted to see the real thing, not some performance.” Gianna frowns at me. “But once it was clear you weren’t going to show me anything else, yes, I looked some things up. And it was very enlightening. So yes, Alessio, I know some men like submissive women. I know they like to be in charge sometimes. I know they like to tell women what to do. Or am I wrong?” She cocks her head, taking a step back, her gaze landing on my hard cock again.
“I still don’t understand why you’re fighting this, Alessio,” she says softly. “I know you want me. I know it turns you on to punish me. And I want it, too.” Her teeth graze over her lower lip, that flush deepening all over again. “I want you to tell me to lay down over your lap again, and this time, I don’t want you to stop when I start to moan and squirm. I want you to tell me to get down on my knees and do the things to you that you taught me about. I want you to teach me all the things you like and then tell me to do them. I wantallof it, Alessio.”
Her voice deepens, turning husky and rich, and I know she can’t possibly be doing it on purpose. She doesn’t know enough about seduction for that, but she doesn’t need to. She’s seducing me without even trying, making me harder than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life. I stare at her, grappling with all of it as I feel my defenses crumbling, just as I’d feared.
What she’s offering is everything I want. I’ve always had a fantasy of having a woman be my submissive in exactly that way, in that kind of twenty-four/seven dynamic—a woman who took equal pleasure from it, who craved it in the way that I can hear in Gianna’s voice.
She wants it. She understands it better than I’d thought, though I can’t imagine she has a thorough understanding. And even as I tell myself that I’m supposed to protect her, to not take advantage of her, I wonder if any of that reasoning even holds up any longer. She’s standing in front of me,tellingme what she wants. Any argument against it, even the shaky one that legally she was my stepsister, falls away until I don’t know how to fight against what I want—what webothwant—any longer.
It feels too good to be true.
“I liked being cared for and protected by you,” Gianna says softly, her wide blue eyes searching mine. “I want you to take care of me ineveryway. I want you to tell me what to do, to cherish me, and keep me safe. I want you to teach me whatyouwant. I want a different set of lessons, Alessio.”
She bites her lip, looking at me pleadingly. “I like that you punished me today,” she whispers. “On the way home, I kept thinking about what you would do. Iwantedyou to. And I think deep down—part of why I ran off today might have been to see what you would do.”
Every word she says crumbles what little resistance I have left. The want, theneedfor her, feels palpable, uncontrollable, like I have no defenses left against it. I take a deep breath, searching for any will left to tell her no—and find none.
So I make a decision.
“If this is really what you want—” I say it slowly, feeling my throat tighten with desire, time slowing down around us as everything narrows down to Gianna, and what she does next.
“Then take off your clothes,” I murmur. “And lay back down over my lap.”
Gianna
When he says it, there’s that fizzing sensation in my blood again, like champagne bubbling through my veins. “Do you mean it?” I ask, my voice trembling, afraid that he’ll change his mind. That this is some trick, some other kind of cruel punishment, and that he’s not really going to give me what I so desperately want.
“If you want this,” Alessio repeats, his voice deep and gravelly and laced with lust, “then you’ll be a good girl, Gianna, and do as I say.”
I suck in a sharp breath, the words burning straight to my core as I reach for the hem of my tank top. “Slowly,” he instructs. “Let me enjoy seeing you strip for me for the first time, beautiful girl.”
His praise warms every inch of my skin. I do my best to obey, to fight the urge to rip my clothes off, and slowly slide the top upwards, inching it bit by bit up my stomach to show the smooth expanse of pale flesh, and then higher, to the curves of my full breasts. At the sight of the bare skin, the hint of rosy nipple, Alessio clicks his tongue.
“You went out without a bra? That’s another five strokes, young lady.” His voice is hoarse as I pause. “Keep going, Gianna, unless you’ve changed your mind. Let me see those pretty breasts.”
The palpable desire in his voice makes me feel as if I’m going to melt. I obey, raising the tank top slowly over my breasts, the silky brush of the fabric over my sensitive nipples making me gasp. I pull it over my head, tossing it to the side, and reach for my jeans—still unbuttoned and only half-zipped.
