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CHAPTER9
Antonio
Chiara walked into the penthouse like she owned it. Only minutes after coming all over my hand, my sweet, sinful little treasure was walking around my house like royalty. It felt right to see her angled chin and blissful expression. She belonged here, queen of my castle, and all I had to do now was wait for her to realize it.
“Drink before bed?” I asked, eyeing up her body, now completely covered again in that black, knee-length sheath of a dress. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. It was like the curve of her waist was a magnet that matched my hands. We were made to fit each other.
“What have you got?” She perched on the edge of the sofa and smiled tentatively at me.
She seemed to have released more than pleasure when I punished her in the car. It seemed a kind of catharsis for her, and if that’s what my girl needed to feel good, she could have it every goddamn day.
I stepped back from the liquor cabinet and let her see inside. “Take your pick.”
Her eyes followed along the rows of bottles before wrinkling her nose. “I don’t drink much. What about tea?”
A laugh left me. “I don’t have tea, tesora.” I thought on it for a moment. “But maybe I have something you’ll like.”
Ten minutes later, I set a cup of frothy hot chocolate before her, curls of vanilla and cocoa wafting into the air between us.
She wrapped her hands around the hot mug and grinned.“This smells amazing. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “You aren’t having any?”
“No. I have the best taste in my mouth, and I don’t want to ruin it.” I smirked as her cheeks tinted pink.
After I’d finally let her come, I’d sucked my fingers clean of her juices and relished every drop. She’d seen me do it too. Her eyes flickered down my body to my lap, where I was still relentlessly hard. Having Chiara writhing on my knee and coming hard around my hand wasn’t easy to come down from.
She bit her lip, a light of something like before entering her eyes.“You know, I don’t think that was a very effective punishment earlier,” she said shyly. Her eyes met mine and then dropped again to my hard-on.
“Why? Because you enjoyed it too much?”
She nodded. “Shouldn’t you be the one who enjoys my punishment?”
“Believe me, I did. I’ll be enjoying that memory for years to come,” I told her crudely.
She swallowed, showing remarkable innocence whenever it came to sex talk. She licked her lips, an involuntary movement that made me groan.
“Tesora, if you want me to punish you again, right here and now, tell me so.” My voice was thick, and I could hardly contain my want.
I’d promised myself that when I took pleasure from Chiara, she’d want it. She had to want me. Maybe there was more of Tony from trivia night in me after all when it came to this woman. She was the only person in the world that my best self surfaced for.
Chiara placed the mug down and sank to her knees like last night. My breath caught in my chest as I watched her slowly crawl toward me in that dress. My heart was beating hard, an organ I’d been genuinely worried was defective until I met this woman two months ago.
“I want you to punish me. I want this feeling to go away,” she said quietly, reaching my feet.
I spread my knees to let her inch inside.“What feeling?”
She was rubbing her chest with one hand, and now, her eyes lifted from my aching length tenting my pants and met mine. “Guilt.”
There it was, what I’d wanted after all. While I’d rather she tell me she would change her actions that night, confess her mission to me, and let me take care of her instead, I recognized that this was the most she could do.
She braced her hands on my legs and slid them up. “You know, I went to Sunday School every week, and we learned that confessing our sins and doing penance would clear a guilty conscience.”
“So, this is your penance? You paid it in the car, Chiara. You don’t have to pay like this,” I told her roughly, seeing my imminent pleasure dwindling. Fuck, a pity blow job? No thanks. I went to push her back, and she gripped my knees, not budging.
“It’s not just that… I’ve thought about it.” Her blue eyes seemed to melt into me. “I’ve thought about you, like this… every night since.”
I was struck dumb by her confession. Possession roared in my veins, screaming at me to claim this woman, fuck her, marry her, plant a baby deep inside her and tie her to me in every way I could. Just when I thought she couldn’t turn me on any further, she spoke again.
