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“Slow,” Alessio reminds me, his gaze raking hungrily over my bare torso. His eyes catch on my breasts, my waist, dropping lower, and I’ve never had anyone look at me with such raw desire before. I can feel how wet I am already, and I squeeze my thighs together a little as I slide my jeans down, this time past my hips, all the way off until I step out of them.
“Panties.” Alessio’s gaze is fixed hungrily between my thighs. “Every inch, Gianna. You’re going to take your punishment naked. I want you thoroughly punished, and then, if you’re a good girl, maybe there will be a reward.”
A reward?I feel myself tighten at that, a hollow clenching inside of myself that makes me whimper softly. I want to know what the reward is, what he might finally give me in exchange for my willing, bare submission to my punishment. Even thinking it makes me clench again with desire, my breathing coming faster as I slide my silky pink panties down over my hips, letting them drop to the floor with a quick exhalation of breath as Alessio’s eyes settle between my legs.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and I obey, knowing that if at any moment I changed my mind, if I didn’t want this after all, I could tell him, and he would stop. It’s part of what makes me feel safe with him, what makes me feel like I can walk up to the edge of where he’s sitting and stand there, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
His hand touches my hip, and I whimper again. I’m aching now, those champagne bubbles exploding in my blood, all of me poised and eager to find out what happens next. “I’m going to want you to shave this sweet pussy for me, Gianna,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking the front of my thigh, so close to the apex of it that I gasp a little. “But we don’t need to worry about that tonight. Now, if you still want this, lay down over my lap.”
This time, I don’t hesitate. I bend down, stretching my naked body over his lap; the fact that he’s still fully clothed while I’m bare from my head to my toes only adds to how arousing all of this is. His hand smooths over my ass, still tingling from the earlier spanking.
“We’re starting over, Gianna. Five more for your lack of a bra, so we’ll make it an even twenty. Be a good girl, and count for me.”
When his hand comes down, and I cry out the first one, I squirm. I can’t help it. By five, I’m openly writhing on his lap. By ten, I’m arching and rubbing against his thigh, desperate for some friction, for something to ease the burning ache between my legs that has, at this point, outstripped the burning in my ass from the spanking. “Please—” I whimper, and Alessio chuckles.
“Not until you finish taking your punishment, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “And you’re squirming around far too much.” His other hand presses on my back, trying to hold me still. “If you don’t want me to send you to your room with a promise not to touch yourself, no matter how wet you are, then you’ll try as hard as you can to be still. Alright?”
I nod, gasping.
“Say yes, sir,” Alessio growls, and I let out another whimpering, helpless moan.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, and another slap of his hand connects with the curve of my ass.
Another, and another. “You’re being a good girl,” Alessio croons as he smooths his hand over my skin, bringing down the fifteenth stroke. “You’re taking your punishment so well. Such a good girl for me.”Sixteen, seventeen.Three more, and he’ll be finished. My ass feels like it’s on fire, red-hot with pain, but the rest of me is throbbing with an aching, needy pleasure that makes me feel like I might combust entirely if Alessio doesn’t give me something more soon.
Eighteen, nineteen.I sob out the strokes through frustrated tears, trying not to buck against his thigh, feeling as if I’m coming apart at the seams. “Please,” I whimper again as the twentieth connects with my ass, and Alessio makes a low sound deep in his throat, his hand gently stroking my ass.
“You were such a good girl,” he murmurs. “I do think you deserve a reward. Can you spread your legs for me, Gianna? Let me feel how wet you are.”
I let out another helpless moan, my thighs parting immediately.Ican feel how wet I am, to the point that I’m sure I’ve made a mess of his trousers, and the moment his fingers slide over my swollen folds, I gasp.
“Now tell me, sweetheart—and don’t lie—have you touched yourself before?” His fingers slide back and forth, collecting the wetness between my thighs, so close to that sensitive spot that I desperately wish he’d touch.
I nod, moaning softly.
“When was the first time?” His finger dips between, circling my entrance. “God, you’re so wet. Such a filthy girl, getting so wet from being punished. You’re going to feel so good around my cock.”
“Oh—” I cry out, nearly sobbing from need, the feelings and sensations a thousand times more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. “The first time—oh god—” I buck against his fingers, aching for him to slide them into me, but he just slips one downwards, nearly to that spot. “I saw you touching yourself,” I whisper, when I realize he won’t move his finger again until I answer. “In your office. That day I went out to the pool. I watched you get off, and I—I felt like I needed to touch myself, too. So I did, and I felt—” I sink my teeth into my lip. “I—”
“You had an orgasm.” Alessio cups his hand against me, and I rock back into the touch, moaning. “You were a bad girl, spying on me like that. But I’ll let it go this time. Now I’m going to give you another orgasm, Gianna, since you took your spanking so well. But this pussy is mine now.” He slides his finger a fraction closer. “I’m going to make it mine tonight when I give you my cock. No more touching yourself without permission, is that understood?”
I hesitate, my mind spinning into overdrive. Just the thought of that kind of control makes me clench, and my face flames as Ifeelmy arousal dripping onto his palm.
“Gianna?” he prompts. “Your pleasure is mine now.Allof you is mine. If I find out you’ve come without permission, you’ll be punished.”
“I understand,” I whisper. I can feel how hard he is, thick and rigid underneath my hips, and I can’t resist the urge to squirm against him, pressing down against his erection. The promise that he’s going to fuck me later, that I’m going to find out what it feels like to have him inside of me, sends a thrill through me that has me moaning the instant his finger slips forward.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Look at you. I just barely touch your clit, and you’re a moaning mess. What a good girl.” His fingers stroke my hair, twining through it as he rubs between my thighs, the strokes becoming firmer and more insistent as I buck and twist into his touch. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, whimpering as I twist my hips against his fingers. My hands clench into fists, and I hear Alessio’s low groan as I buck against the hard ridge of his cock again.
“Just let go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, massaging my clit in tight circles, his fingers steady and firm. I can hardly believe that he’s finally touching me like this, that he’s giving me everything I wanted so badly, that he’s going to make me come. “Come for me, Gianna. Come all over my fingers. Good girl.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I cry out, the sensation gathering where his fingers are rubbing against me, bursting out over my skin, tensing every muscle and making me seize and buck against his hand, my fingers clawing at his leg as my back arches. I’ve never felt anything like it—not from my own fingers—and I ride his hand helplessly, grinding against him for as much of the pleasure as I can manage. “Alessio—” I moan out his name, nearly in tears from the intensity of it. He slows his fingers, sliding them against me in a soft, soothing motion as he eases me down from the climax.
He lifts me off of his lap, moving me in one swift motion so that I’m laying back against the pillows of the couch, and I spread my legs eagerly, expecting that he’s going to slide into me next. Alessio chuckles softly, shaking his head.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “We’re not going to rush this.”
