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“You can’t—I’ll be—we’d be kicked out.That’sembarrassing—”
“No,bellisima. No one is throwing me out of anywhere. You can trust me on that.”
There’s a certainty in his voice, an arrogance that tells me that what he’s saying is absolutely true—or at the very least, he believes that it is.Who is he?I think with another shudder, my pulse beating wildly in my throat.
“Undo your shorts and slide them down.” The order is clear in his tone. “Or you can go back to your friends and tell them the truth, and see how you fare.”
This is blackmail. That must be the word for it.It’s wrong, and it’s humiliating. My teeth clench with fury at his arrogance and manipulation—but my hands reach for the button of my shorts anyway, undoing it as David turns off the running water, anticipation hot in his eyes.
“I told you that you would need to be a good girl,cara mia. Now I think it’s time for another lesson.”
His hand touches the bare curve of my ass, slowly rubbing over the smooth flesh. I wore a thong under my shorts, and I feel my face burn red as they hit the floor, leaving me nearly bare from the waist down. I’ve never been exposed like this, and I’m painfully aware that someone could walk in at any moment—Claire, or one of our other friends, or a complete stranger. I’m not sure which option would be worse.
“Don’t be afraid to let me hear just how much you enjoy this,bellisima,” David murmurs, pure satisfaction in his voice—and then his hand comes down with a sharpcrackagainst my bare ass.
I almost let out a yelp. My teeth sink into my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, my hands clutching the side of the sink, the air sucked out of me as I gasp. No one has ever hit me in my life. I’m not at all prepared for the pain of the slap—but I’m also not prepared for the way the burn that follows it seems to jolt straight between my legs, sending a flush of a different kind of heat through me.
“Such a pretty shade of red.” David’s hand comes down again, and I close my eyes. It hurts, and it feels good, and with each subsequent spank, I feel the heat between my legs growing, the ache building. I want to reach between my legs and rub my clit while he spanks me, but I feel absolutely certain that doesn’t fall under his definition ofbeing a good girl.
If he doesn’t fuck me by the end of the night, I think I might actually die.
I let out a shuddering gasp of relief when I feel his hand slip between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit with that same expert quickness that they did in the car. “I promised you a reward,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding back and forth, and I realize with a jolt that there’s going to be nothing slow or teasing about this. He’s going to make me come as fast as he can, and it won’t take long. My knuckles are white where I’m gripping the edge of the sink, my entire body on fire, and the thought that someone could walk in and catch us at any moment only heightens everything I’m feeling.
“I want to hear you moan my name when you come,” he growls, his fingers pressing down on my clit, rubbing so firmly that I think my knees might buckle. I feel that pressure unfurling, the sudden drop over the edge that makes my legs go weak, and my mouth open on a desperate cry of pure pleasure as the orgasm crashes over me. If anyone walked by at this moment, they would hear me doing exactly as he asked—moaning his name aloud as I come, drenching his fingers in my arousal.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, as if he can hear my thoughts. “Knowing someone could walk in at any moment and see you like this. You’d never admit it, but it’s turning you on.”
I hear the sound of his zipper behind me, and his hand grips my shoulder, spinning me around while I’m still gasping and trembling from my climax. He pushes me down to my knees before I can even fully register what’s happening, and I see his hard cock hovering in front of my face, his hand gripping it tightly.
“Open your mouth, Amalie,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rasping growl. It sends a shiver of desire through me, and I open my mouth without thinking, looking up at him wide-eyed as the tip of his cock hovers over my tongue, and he starts to stroke.
There’s a fierce, hot lust in his eyes as he does that startles me—and frightens me a little. There’s an intensity to him that I haven’t seen before, and when his hand goes to my hair, gripping it as he strokes himself over my tongue, I don’t know whether to be afraid or aroused. I’m both, I think, trembling there on the tile floor as his hand rhythmically slides along his length, jerking himself to a climax as he stares down at my face and obediently open mouth.
“So—fucking—gorgeous,” he growls, rubbing the tip over my tongue for a moment, his hand squeezing around himself. “God, I want to come all over your fucking face. I should—should send you back out there to your friends with your face covered in it—”
He’s about to come. I can see him visibly throbbing, his cock stiffer than I’ve ever seen it, and I’m shaking all over with anticipation.I don’t reallywanthim to do that, do I?The thought is horrifying—but it also turns me on, making me clench. My thighs squeeze together at the thought of him painting my face with his cum and taking me back out to the dinner table like that.What on earth is wrong with me?
I hate domineering men. My whole life has always been filled with them. My father, a mafia underboss, the men who worked for him, my brother—who was always even more arrogant and full of himself than even my father. Everyone who moved within our inner circle, everyone who sought to find a way in, all of those men exuded power and control, and it always made me want to get as far away from them as possible.
I don’t know why David makes me feel differently. The only possible answer I have is how far removed from all of that he is—how completely outside the life that I’ve been forced to live.
The first salty splash of his cum on my tongue jolts me out of my thoughts, his groan of pleasure reverberating through me as he pushes himself into my mouth, my lips closing around him without a thought. He moans as I suck hard, his cum flooding over my tongue, his hand gripping my hair as he bows forward, his other hand grabbing onto the sink as he leans over me, hips jerking.
“Fuck,”he breathes, his entire body shuddering for a moment before he straightens. To my surprise he reaches down, gently taking my arm and helping me to my feet before handing me my shorts. “You were perfect,” he murmurs, pulling me close and pressing a kiss to the side of my forehead, his breath ruffling my hair.
It almost feels like a shock, the sudden gentleness after his roughness and control a moment ago. I can’t help but lean in to the affection, the soft touch sending a flood of warmth through me that feels more like comfort than arousal. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before, and when the first moment passes, I pull away, my pulse spiking with sudden alarm.
David can be as controlling and demanding as he wants in bed. As long as it’s pleasurable for both of us, that’s the kind of arrangement I’m happy with. But affection—something that could make me care for him—is far too dangerous.
“Your friends will be missing you,” he says, turning me towards the door when I’m dressed again. “Let’s go back to dinner. And no more theatrics this time, hm?”
I nod, apprehension filling me as we step back out into the warm, humid night air. I can only imagine what Claire will have to say now.
And I can’t evenbeginto imagine what the rest of this week will hold.
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DAVID
