Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

J enna

Honestly, I couldn't believe Tony had fit in the driver's seat of my car. I'd always been proud of my light blue Honda Fit, but right now, it seemed pretty comical watching him squeeze into the front seat.

Like a square peg in a round hole.

Or maybe like Vincenzo's cock in my pus—No! I wasn't going to go there.

I blushed because my mind went there anyway.

Fucking hopeless, you filthy little slut.

With a tight grimace, he adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, his knees still slightly bent, and the sight made me crack a small smile despite my annoyance that I had to take him with me in the first place.

"Comfortable?" I asked, unable to hide the sarcasm in my voice.

Tony glanced over at me, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Like a glove," he replied, his tone light. "It's been a while since I drove a car this… cozy."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I bet. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, Jenna," he said, his voice reassuring. "I've been in tighter spots. Besides, it's a good car. Dependable. Reliable. Good on gas."

I sighed, looking out the window as we drove through the familiar streets. "I just feel a bit ridiculous, having to bring a bodyguard to a friend's party."

Tony's expression softened. "I get it. It's not ideal. But you know Vincenzo just wants to make sure you're safe. And so do I."

"I know," I muttered, still feeling a bit grumpy. "It's just… I don't want my friends to think I'm being weird or something like that."

"They won't," Tony said confidently. "And if they do, I'll just tell them I'm your overly protective big brother home from college for the summer. I'm good at that role."

I smiled at his words. Tony's easygoing nature was hard to resist. "Thanks, Tony. I appreciate it."

"Anytime," he replied, his eyes focused on the road. "So, tell me about this party. What's the plan for tonight?"

"It's just a casual get-together," I explained. "A bunch of us from school catching up, having a few drinks, maybe some dancing. Nothing too wild. I just hope it's not too awkward with you there."

Tony laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "Don't worry, Jenna. I'll be a fly on the wall. You won't even know I'm there. And if anyone gives you trouble, they'll have to answer to me."

I laughed, the image of Tony intimidating my friends amusing to me, especially the little energy ball Sophie. He'd certainly have his hands full with her.

"I doubt anyone will mess with me with you around," I finally said with a shake of my head.

"Exactly," he said with a wink. "I've got your back."

When we pulled up to Sophie's house, I chewed my lip, trying to reconcile with the nerves boiling through me. What were my friends going to think of me having a bodyguard?

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Ready."

As we walked up to the door, for some reason, I couldn't help but feel a bit grateful for him being there.

Sophie opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw me. "Jenna! You made it!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. I squeezed her back. Now that I was here, it felt nice to see her. I hadn't spent any time with the rest of my friends this summer, so maybe tonight would be fun after all.

"Hey, Soph," I said, hugging her back. "This is Tony. He's… here to make sure I stay out of trouble."

Sophie raised an eyebrow, looking Tony up and down and then back to me. "Well, you definitely brought the muscle. Nice to meet you, Tony."

"Nice to meet you too, Sophie," Tony said with a friendly smile. "Don't worry, I'm just here to make sure Jenna has a good time."

Sophie laughed, nodding. She didn't ask too many questions, which made her a really good friend for a person like me.

"Alright, come on in. Everyone's in the living room," she invited, bouncing on her heels and pointing down the hall like she was some kind of Vanna White.

"Lead the way," I said, my voice light, and she grinned in my direction.

The party was in full swing by the time we walked in. The living room was packed with familiar faces from school, everyone mingling, laughing, and having a good time. The music was loud, a mix of pop and hip-hop that made the floor vibrate beneath our feet.

Sophie introduced us to a few new faces. There was Claire, her bubbly roommate, who was already a few drinks in and giggling uncontrollably. Mark, a tall guy with a shaggy mop of hair, was setting up a beer pong table in the corner. Jess and Tara, my friends from freshman year of college, were sitting on the couch, engaged deep in conversation but looking up and waving as they saw me.

"Hey, Jenna!" Jess called out. "Long time no see!"

"Hey, guys!" I smiled and waved back.

Tony stayed close, but he kept to the background as promised. I grabbed a drink from the makeshift bar in the kitchen and took a sip, the cool liquid helping to relax me. Tony stood near the doorway, his eyes constantly scanning the room, but he gave me an encouraging nod.

"Go have fun," he mouthed, and I couldn't help but smile.

As the night went on, I decided to let loose. I had a few more drinks, the alcohol making me feel lighter, more carefree. Tony watched me with an amused look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Be careful. Don't have too many or you know who is going to be upset with you," he said softly when I grabbed another drink.

You know who. More like I'm gonna show him.

"I will," I promised, giving him a playful wink. "Just having a little fun and what Vincenzo doesn't know won't hurt him, am I right?"

He sighed and shook his head but didn't say anything else, which I took as a green light.

The party got wilder as the night progressed. Someone started a game of flip cup, and soon, everyone was gathered around the table, cheering and laughing. I joined in, my competitive side coming out as I tried to beat Mark and his team.

"Come on, Jenna!" Sophie cheered. "You can do it!"

I focused as best as I could, flipping the cup perfectly on the first try, and everyone erupted in cheers. I'd played before, but I was on fire that night. When my team won, we all ended up drinking in celebration.

After the game, the girls and I decided to dance. The boys cleared the living room, creating a makeshift dance floor, and we huddled in the middle of it. I found myself swaying to the beat, my movements becoming looser and looser as a soft buzzing tingled beneath my skin.

Claire, clearly tipsy, stumbled over and grabbed my hand. "You're such a good dancer, Jenna!"

"Thanks!" I laughed, twirling her around. "You are too!"

The night continued, and the drinks flowed freely. I felt myself getting tipsier, my laughter louder, my movements more exaggerated.

At one point, Tara came over, her eyes wide with curiosity. "So, what's the deal with Tony? He's kinda hot. Is he single?"

"I don't know. I've never asked," I laughed, feeling giddy.

"Well, I'm going to find out," Tara said with a mischievous grin. She sauntered over to Tony and flipped her hair over her shoulder. I watched as she threw herself at him, and he did his best to politely turn her down. He glared at me, and I shrugged my shoulders, chuckling to myself.

Serves him right.

I decided to grab another drink. The kitchen was bustling with people, but I managed to pour myself a generous glass of punch. As I took a sip, the room swayed slightly, the alcohol making everything feel wonderfully light and carefree.

Maybe I was a little more buzzed than I should be. Whatever. I was just having fun, right?

Suddenly, someone shut the music off in a hurry, and I heard someone shout, "Cops! The cops are here!"

Panic erupted as people started scrambling, trying to make a quick escape. My heart pounded, and without thinking, I bolted right out the back door.

I stumbled into the backyard, the cool night air hitting my face. I thought I was in the clear until I felt a firm hand wrap around my arm. My heart skipped a beat, and a gasp flew free from my lips. I was just about to tell off whoever had grabbed me when I turned around to see a stern-faced police officer.

Oh, shit…

"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded.

"Uh, just… getting some fresh air," I stammered, trying to sound innocent. Was I going to get in trouble? I had a clean record. I'd never been arrested before.

"Not so fast," the officer said, leading me back toward the house a bit more roughly than I would have liked. With every step, my heart dropped a little bit, but I didn't fight the cop. Even as tipsy as I was, I knew better than that.

Once we got inside, Tony was already talking to another officer. He spotted me, a look of relief quickly coming over him. With a curt nod to the cop that he had been speaking to, he turned to me and quickly intervened.

"It's okay, Officer. She's with me," he called out.

The officer looked between Tony and me, skeptical. "And you are?"

"I'm her dad. I just got here after finding out that she snuck out of her window tonight," Tony said smoothly, his tone authoritative. "Please let her go and I'll handle this."

The officer noticed the tattoo on Tony's arm and pointed to it. "Navy, huh?"

"Yes, sir," Tony replied, his grip on my arm firm but still gentle. "Listen, if you let her go into my custody, I assure you, she's not going to cause any more trouble tonight."

The officer nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Alright but keep her in line."

Tony gave a tight smile. "Absolutely. Believe me, she'll have a lot to answer for when we get home."

"Back in my day, I'd have gotten the belt," the officer said under his breath in Tony's direction, and I looked at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say that?

Did he think Tony was going to do the same?

I was really too drunk for this.

Tony nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Officer. I'll make sure she gets what she deserves as soon as I get her home."

"What? I don't want another spanking, especially another one with the belt!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself, the booze certainly loosening my lips right then.

The officer chuckled softly, and I wished a black hole would open up beneath my feet and swallow me up whole.

"Better be good on the ride home, young lady. It's probably going to be a while before you're able to sit comfortably," he said, smirking with amusement.

"Yes, sir," Tony grinned.

I definitely had more booze than I should have had tonight… I had to be imagining this… Was this really happening? No. It couldn't be. I was crazy. Maybe I shouldn't have had so much to drink.

"Outside. Now. Or else I'm going to have to deal with you in the backseat and I'm sure these kind officers will look the other way, for at least for as long as I need," Tony demanded. The officer nodded his approval and let us go.

I pouted, awash in more shame than I could have ever imagined, but I went along with Tony all while glowering to myself about the unfairness of it all.

As soon as we got outside, I glared back at him.

"I can't believe you threatened to spank me in front of the cops," I muttered.

"They don't need to know that it isn't going to be me that deals with you tonight. Plus, I'm betting that you and Vincenzo are going to have words when I get you home, so I'm not wrong," Tony said with a wink, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

Shit.

"Wait. Do you really think Vincenzo is going to spank me when we get home?" I said, suddenly very worried I was really going to get the belt after all, and this wasn't just a big ploy to embarrass me.

"Chances are looking really good on that front right now, Jenna," he said with a shrug.

I stuck my lip out even further as Tony steered me toward my car. My legs felt wobbly, and I was struggling to walk straight. Tony scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me to the car. He buckled me in, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"I'm in so much trouble, aren't I?" I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

"Vincenzo is not going to be happy for sure," Tony replied, starting the car. "But for now, just try to rest while I get you back home."

As we drove home, the reality of the night's events started to sink in. I had just been having fun, but maybe I should have been more careful. I shifted in my seat, suddenly remembering how much his belt had stung as the booze started to wear off.

"I can't believe I'm nineteen years old and my bodyguard is taking me home so my best friend's dad, my boyfriend or whatever he is, can spank me," I muttered under my breath.

"You'll survive," Tony chuckled.

"You're no help," I scoffed.

Vincenzo had given me the belt once before and it had hurt. I chewed my lower lip, my nerves billowing up from the tips of my toes. This whole experience was new to me. My parents had certainly never spanked me, not that they would have been around enough to do it, but here I was, coming home drunk from a party about to get it.

My head tried to rationalize how I could not be in trouble, but in every scenario, my bottom ended up bare and marked with Vincenzo's belt.

The drive home felt longer than usual, the weight of what awaited me sinking in with every passing mile. By the time Tony pulled into the driveway, I was a mix of nerves and regret. Vincenzo was going to be furious.

And your ass is going to be really sore when he's done with you.

Tony parked the car and helped me out, his arm around my shoulders to steady me. As we walked up to the house, the front door opened, and Vincenzo stood there, his expression a storm of worry and anger.

"What the hell happened?" Vincenzo demanded, his eyes locking onto mine.

"I didn't mean to get in troubl—" I started, but the words slurred together, and I couldn't make them better.

"She had a bit too much to drink," Tony said calmly. "The cops showed up, and I had to get her out of there."

Vincenzo's jaw tightened, and he looked at me, his eyes blazing.

"Jenna, what were you thinking?"

I felt a surge of defiance, fueled by the alcohol. "I was just trying to have a good time. You're not my boyfriend," I shot back before I could stop myself. "You have no right to tell me what to do."

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his presence overpowering. "You're more than just my girlfriend, Jenna. You're mine ."

The intensity of his words made my heart skip a beat, but I was too tipsy and angry to process it fully.

"Whatever. You can't control me," I said as defiantly as I could because apparently, I was crazy-town insane.

Vincenzo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Go upstairs and wait for me in my room. And Jenna? Your bottom better be bare when I get up there. Now go."

Fuck.

That had gone even worse than I thought it would.

I glared at him, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and nerves.

"Fine," I spat.

I stomped up the stairs, each step echoing my frustration. When I reached his room, I slammed the door behind me and flopped down on the bed, my mind racing. What did he mean by ‘you're mine'? And why did it make my heart pound even harder than it already was?

For a while, I just pouted to myself and then I remembered his threat.

"Your bottom better be bare when I get up there."

My fingers dipped to the waistband of my jeans for a second, but then I yanked them away.

Should I obey him?

Should I not?

I lifted my chin defiantly and huffed with annoyance. I wasn't going to be a good little girl and just wait for him to come upstairs and deal with me as he saw fit.

Despite my annoyance over the whole situation, my pussy was throbbing like it had its very own heartbeat and I loathed that.

Why was I so turned on right now?

I glanced at the clock, watching the seconds tick by, and growing more and more nervous and aroused the more time that passed. Before long, my clit was thrumming with need and the urge to slip my fingers inside my panties and make myself come came over me.

Just when I was about to do exactly that, the door opened, and Vincenzo walked in, closing it quietly behind him. His expression was a mix of anger and something else—something deeper that I couldn't quite place.

"You had no right to go out and get drunk like that," he said, his voice low and controlled.

I sat up, my defiance flaring again. "I'm an adult, Vincenzo. I can make my own decisions. You're not my dad."

He crossed the room in two strides, standing over me as I sat up to face him, his eyes burning with intensity, but he didn't respond. Instead, he just stared at me like he was trying to figure out what to say next.

"You're right. You are an adult and I'm going to treat you like one," he said, his intentions dark from his tone.

I looked away, the alcohol making my emotions swing wildly.

"Why do you even care?" I pouted.

Vincenzo knelt in front of me, his hands on my knees, forcing me to look at him. "Because you're mine, Jenna. And that means I care more than you can imagine."

I felt a lump form in my throat. The alcohol was wearing off and I was beginning to sober up, but that didn't stop the words from falling out of me.

"What are we, Vincenzo?"

He cupped my face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the anger in his eyes. "You're more than just my girlfriend, Jenna. Make no mistake, you belong to me. You're my girl, and that's final."

I searched his eyes, looking for the truth in his words. Despite my confusion and anger, there was a part of me that believed him, that wanted to be his.

"Now," he said softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "You were told to wait for me with your bottom bare, weren't you?"

"Yes, sir," I said, dropping my gaze to the floor.

He stood up, and I could feel his eyes on me, assessing my emotions. I heard him take a deep breath, then release it slowly and my stomach tied up in a thousand knots.

"Since you couldn't be a good girl and do as you were told, I'm going to deal with you like a bad girl. Strip," he demanded.

When I didn't obey right away, he cleared his throat and I swallowed, the heat rising to my cheeks.

I couldn't believe he was doing this.

I couldn't believe I was still so turned on either.

I don't know how I managed to obey him. Somehow, my hands moved of their own accord, unbuttoning my jeans and shimmying them down over my hips. Slowly, I stepped out of them and tossed them on the bed. I gave him a pleading look, but his expression hardened, and I quickly pulled my shirt over my head. I threw it on top of my jeans and stood awkwardly in my bra and panties.

"Can't I just stay like this?" I tried.

Vincenzo slowly shook his head.

"I don't want a spanking," I whined.

"Don't make this worse on yourself than it already is, baby girl," he warned. "Now, strip or I'll tear the rest of your clothes off for you myself."

Reluctantly, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I shrugged it off and then moved onto my panties. I gave him one last pleading look, but he wasn't having it. With a long sigh, I pushed my panties down past my hips and stepped out of them.

Now, completely naked, I felt really unsure. With him fully clothed, this felt more real, more visceral. I was so exposed and so incredibly vulnerable. Vincenzo swept his gaze up and down my body, looking over my curves and I blushed hard.

I couldn't deny the thrill I felt either.

Fuck. You're so twisted, you filthy slut.

"Now, baby girl, the one thing you were supposed to do was stay out of trouble."

"But it all turned out fine," I argued, trying to dig myself out of the deep hole I had apparently already dug for myself.

He raised an eyebrow, and I fell silent.

Vincenzo reached down, grabbing my wrist, and pulling me toward him. His other hand slid between my legs, cupping my bare mound and I gasped, the warmth of his palm against my soft folds making me moan.

"Now, naughty little girls get their bare bottoms spanked, but you're not a little girl, are you?"

"No. I'm—I'm an… an adul—adult," I managed shakily, but my nerves catapulted so high that I wanted to beg even though I didn't know what I was begging for yet. Maybe I should have told him to deal with me like a naughty little girl because I didn't know where this was going, but I desperately didn't want to find out.

"Bad little girls who act like big girls get their bare bottoms belted before they get their tight little asses fucked," he warned, and my eyes opened wide.

My asshole clenched knowingly.

I'd never had a cock in my ass before. Sure, he'd touched me there a few times and I'd come really hard, but that hadn't been because of that, right?

He couldn't be serious… He had to be joking.

"You can't mean to—" I tried, but he cut me off.

"Climb up on the bed, bad girl. Now," he instructed, and I bit my lip.

This wasn't happening, right?

Maybe I was dreaming or something…

Slowly, I obeyed. I climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets feeling strange against my bare skin. My entire body trembled, the mix of nerves and arousal coursing through my veins. By this point, I was entirely sober and quite sure that I was about to be very sorry, very soon.

"I don't want you to fuck my bottom," I whispered, the syllables suddenly hard to form.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have been such a bad girl, Jenna," he scolded, and I whimpered softly as I clenched my bottom cheeks together.

"Can't you just spank me instead?"

"Not this time, naughty girl," he declared. "Now lie down on your belly."

I did as he asked, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. How could I be so afraid and so turned on at the same time?

"Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks. Show me the tight little hole I'm going to fuck in just a little while," he directed.

My cheeks burned. I didn't think my face could get any hotter.

I didn't want to show him anything, so I delayed for a bit before he slapped the back of my thigh so hard that it stung. With a yelp, I reached back and held myself open for him, the cool air hitting the most private part of my body.

I hated that my pussy clenched at that exact same moment.

He groaned deeply, and I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed beside me.

I knew he was looking. Really looking.

He didn't say a word, but the silence was deafening. My shame spiraled as he stared down at me, and I hid my face in the bed beneath me.

"Wider, bad girl. Really show me that tight little asshole. If I have to tell you again, I'll be using your own arousal as lube. And don't think I can't see that sweet little pussy glistening with it. You're soaking wet. It's a shame that's not the hole I'm going to be fucking tonight," he said softly, and my breath seized in the back of my throat.

I was mortified and yet, the idea of him fucking me like this made my body tremble with fearful anticipation.

Slowly, I opened my cheeks even wider.

"That's it, bad girl. I can see that virgin asshole clenching. Are you thinking about how it's going to feel to have my cock inside you there? How much it's going to hurt? How hard you're going to come?"

I whimpered, swallowing heavily as I imagined that very thing. His fingers had hurt pressing inside me there and his cock was so much bigger.

Just then, his fingers grazed over my bottom hole, and I started, almost letting go of my ass cheeks.

Oh!

"Keep those cheeks spread open for me, bad girl. I want your mind fully focused on the fact that this tight virgin ass is going to get fucked tonight," he said darkly, and I whined quietly, too ashamed and aroused and nervous to form any intelligible words.

Vincenzo teased my opening for a moment longer before he pulled his fingers away and dropped them to his waist.

I knew what was coming next.

I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as Vincenzo slowly unbuckled his belt, the sound of the black leather sliding through the loops echoing in the quiet room. My heart pounded, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling inside me.

I was still holding my bottom cheeks wide open. I didn't dare let them go, not after his threat to use my own arousal as lube.

I had a feeling that would make my bottom fucking hurt even more.

His eyes never left mine, intense and unwavering, as he pulled the belt free and let it dangle from his hand. There was something both intimidating and mesmerizing about the way he moved, each motion deliberate and controlled, and I couldn't take my eyes away.

I bit my lip, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. Vincenzo stood before me, his expression hard, his muscles tensed. He was so powerful, so commanding and my fearful arousal reached a head.

"Can't you just fuck me, and I'll promise never to get so drunk again?" I tried.

His jaw tightened, his eyes flashing. He was definitely not in the mood to bargain with me.

He folded the belt in half and smacked it against his palm, the loud crack filling the air and making me jump.

"You may release your bottom and put your hands in front of you," he directed.

I did as he asked, placing my palms on the bed where he told me to. My nerves were skyrocketing now, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Without a word, Vincenzo placed the belt beside me on the bed and grasped my wrists.

Using the same cuffs that he'd used when he'd eaten out my pussy yesterday, he bound my hands above my head.

"You're going to want to reach back, and I don't want those pretty fingers to get hurt," he said softly.

I blinked in surprise.

That meant this was going to sting, really sting , but he didn't want to truly hurt me.

That only made my pussy clench down harder.

I could hear his breath quicken and knew that he was just as turned on as I was, and that somehow made me feel less ashamed.

I turned my head, watching as he reached down, grasped the belt, and raised it above his head.

"I'm going to enjoy this, bad girl. You might not, but your wet little pussy tells me that you will on some level, at least," he smirked.

Then he brought down the belt.

The sound of leather meeting flesh rang out, and a fiery line of pain bloomed across my bottom. I cried out, the sharp sting taking my breath away.

The belt landed again and again, painting my bottom with fire. He wasn't playing games. There were no warmup strikes. Each lash was simply hard from the very beginning. My ass burned, and I kicked my feet, the pain searing into my soul.

I bit my lip, trying to tell myself that I would keep quiet, that I would take this like the big girl I said I was, but I knew I was only kidding myself.

I could probably only take a few more like this without making a sound.

The belt fell again and again, my bottom blazing with pain. I scrunched up my face, and I struggled against the cuffs, the leather digging into my wrists.

The belt came down harder and I lost my battle to be silent. A high-pitched yelp escaped my lips, but that didn't stop the horrid leather strap from falling again.

And again.

My bottom was a furnace now, the flames licking at every inch. I tried to focus on my breathing, to stay calm and quiet, but the pain was too intense, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

A terrible thought came to mind just then. Tony was just downstairs. He'd be able to hear everything, every cry, every lash and by the sound alone, he'd know my bottom was entirely bare. He'd know how Vincenzo dealt with me like the bad girl I was.

Vincenzo landed another stroke, and a cry tore from me, my voice loud and desperate.

There was no way he wouldn't have heard that.

The belt whipped from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the tops of my thighs. Before too long, the entire surface of my ass was aflame, but that wasn't the worst part of all.

My pussy was soaking wet. Despite the pain, the humiliation, the shame, my body betrayed me, responding with desire instead.

And that wasn't the end of it…

In a short while, his cock was going to be inside my burning bottom, and I hated how turned on I was just thinking about it.

Vincenzo brought the belt down again and a wail poured out of me. I bucked my hips, the pain too much to bear.

"When you've had enough, you will beg me to fuck that tight little bottom," he instructed.

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give him what he wanted. I wasn't going to beg for anything, especially not to be fucked in the ass.

The belt struck my bottom again and another cry flew out of me. Somehow, the spanking grew harder, fiercer, and the scalding hot fire grew even stingier.

My ass throbbed and ached, and the pain only seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Vincenzo didn't relent, the belt biting into my poor sore skin, and soon, I was desperate for it to end.

Still, I didn't beg for him to fuck me, but I knew I would soon.

When he started whipping the backs of my thighs, I knew it was only a matter of time.

With every strike, my pussy clenched, a mixture of arousal and anguish surging through me. The heat was unbearable, my entire ass and the backs of my thighs burning with each blow.

And then, with one last swat of the belt, I opened my mouth and I begged.

Truly begged.

"Please fuck my ass, sir. Please, no more of the belt," I cried out.

The belt landed again, a final lash across my bottom that seared hotter than all the rest. Without a word, Vincenzo tossed the belt aside, and I collapsed on the bed, my entire body trembling.

"It's time, baby girl."