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“I wanted to have fun with you tonight, Santino.”
“You will. This is the fun part, you serving me.” I order. “My pleasure is your pleasure.”
“Fuck your plea—”
“Too late, you consented to punishment,sweetheart.” I snarl the forbidden word.
“I . . .”
“You said you’d dance with a couple of assholes. My turn, now. Apparently, you skipped your chance, Bella.” I grab a chair, my fingers twirling it around until I’m seated on it.
“For someone who can’t dance, you sure made a show of—”
With legs extended wide, I cut her off. “Stop talking, Bella.” I run my index finger along my lips, looking up at her.
“You’re an asshole.”
“You are permitted to call every other man that term, not me.”
“But you just called mesweetheart. I hate that!”
“Double standard.” I smile sadistically.
“Fuck Bad Santa, you’re Satan!”
“Remove your pants. Move slowly. One hip at a time. Inch them off.”
“I just called you—”
In a firm voice, I threaten, “IfI have to get up and show you, Gina Galloway . . .”
The frightened yet provocative look on her face squashes my need to further order her around. Gina peels the silk pants down her hips. First, a slither of chocolate shows, and greedy as I am, I watch, wanting more.
“Unbutton the blouse, Bella. Continue to take it down slowly. Tease me,” my voice deepens and gets lower.
Sauntering a little closer, she follows the same routine. “Don’t take off your bra yet, Bella. Grab Daddy a drink.”
Desire and defiance crackles off Gina’s mahogany skin. She hasn’t done what I asked, so I growl. “Come here, now.”
As soon as she’s in my space, I rub my hand on the back of her neck only to dig my fingernails into her soft, deep skin. I kiss her with force; my tongue conquers her mouth. Gina responds enthusiastically, attempting to straddle over me. The second she comes up for air, she releases an unsteady moan. I bite down on her lip.
“Ouchhh,” Gina huffs.
Letting her neck go, I order, “Now, grab Daddy a drink like you were told.”
I thought Gina ran from me at the speed of light the night I licked pure honey between her thighs. She struts away, ass jiggling with each pointed step. She’s back in record time.
“C’mere, Bella.”
I open the beer, telling her to come out of her bra. “But lean forward as you remove your bra, clutch your breasts like you’re tit-fucking me, sweetheart.”
Enjoying the sight of her anger, I sit wide-legged. Once naked, Gina saunters over to straddle me. I settle back as she grinds down her pussy. Beneath the layer of my jeans, my cock is fighting for her.
She raises the bottle to my lips. I let her pour some of the beer into my mouth. She sets it down. As she turns, I grab her hair, pulling her face to mine. My lips are a fractionaway, and her warm breath tickles my jaw.
“You’re doing well, Gina.” My palm massages her hip before slapping at her curves. The sound of my hand against her flesh rings in the air. She bucks, unexpectedly, as I massage the pain away. “Now, because you promised, Gina, you will follow through. Dance for Daddy . . . No . . .? Oh, okay.”
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