Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

J enna

I was losing my mind.

I bit my lip, a mix of defiance and embarrassment burning inside me. He teased me a bit longer, driving his thick digits into my sopping wet channel. I blushed even more fiercely at the wet sounds echoing throughout the room.

You fucking horny slut. You're going to come, aren't you?

He drove me so close to the edge that I could taste it. Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away just as I was about to lose control. I cried out as the piercing stab of denial cut straight through to my core and I glared at him.

Oh, god. No!

"You're not allowed to come yet," he growled, and I wavered back and forth, feeling a little lightheaded with the rampant desire coursing through my veins. Anger spiraled through me at his denial, and I gritted my teeth.

"Fuck you," I snarled.

"Listen close, naughty girl. I know what you were doing when I left this room," he began, and my blood ran cold. How could he know? Was he watching me?

Then it hit me.

Of course he was. He probably had a security system for his entire property, and probably for this room specifically. My gaze jerked to the ceiling, searching for a camera and then I found it.

A tiny, nearly imperceptible device in the upper corner.

Fuck .

My blush turned molten.

"How did you… did you see—" I stumbled, and he cut me off with a hard look.

"I saw everything, bad girl. And I know exactly what you were thinking when you were touching yourself," he said, his voice a mix of lust and absolute command.

I glared at him as he tucked his softened cock away. His eyes leveled with mine and then he jerked my head back a little by my hair.

"I know you were thinking about what I would do to you," he continued, and I tried to turn my head away to avoid his lustful gaze, but he didn't let me. "Did I disappoint you, naughty girl?"

"Asshole," I said, my voice bitter and aroused at the exact same time.

His other hand reached into his back pocket as he pulled out his phone. I watched him as he navigated from the home screen into one of the apps on his home page. When he held it up in front of me, I blanched.

It was me.

With my hand in my shorts.

My head was thrown back in pleasure as I circled my clit with my fingers, clearly close to orgasm. I swallowed hard, refusing to meet his eyes. My heart skipped several beats and my palms felt clammy.

You touched yourself like a dirty little whore and he has the video to prove it.

"Now, I want you to reach down and finish what you started," he commanded.

My eyes jerked up to his, but his face was a mask of stone. He couldn't be serious, right? I couldn't do that. It would be far too shameful. Doing it under his roof was one thing, but it was something else for him to watch me do it while standing right in front of me.

"Are you nuts?" I shot back.

"Don't question me, bad girl. The only thing that is up to you now is if you want to come before or after I mark your bare, defiant little ass with my belt," he threatened, and a rush of heat flooded straight to my core.

"You wouldn't dare," I tested, challenging him before I could stop myself. He raised his eyebrows and stared me down, jerking my head a little as he did so.

"You heard me, little girl," he growled, and those two little words made my insides squeeze tight with arousal.

Bastard.

I opened my mouth to tell him off, but then I closed it, shock and desire morphing into one and stealing my voice right out from under me. Vincenzo smirked, and I snarled at him.

For a few moments, the two of us stared at each other in a standoff to see which one of us would give in first.

Spoiler alert.

It was me.

My arousal ran rampant and my pussy throbbed hard. Heat blazed through me, pulsing over and over again until it drove me insane. It took everything in me to wait a few more seconds before I slid my hand down the front of my shorts. His eyes flashed, and a wave of heat rushed through me as his gaze followed the path of my fingers.

For a moment, I faltered and then his eyes narrowed. I ventured further and gasped at the wetness between my thighs.

"That's it. Touch yourself the way you do at night when you think of me," he dictated, and my clit throbbed at his bold words.

"I don't—" I stammered.

"Don't lie to me."

As soon as I touched my clit, the room seemed to disappear. Nothing else existed. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure building between my legs. I stroked myself, slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

His gaze locked onto mine, and I bit my lip, holding back a moan.

This was so wrong, but it felt so good.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I bit my lip, holding back a moan as I touched myself, stroking my little clit just the way I liked.

Just like you did late at night while you fantasized about him. Just like he knew you did.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and his gaze intensified, a dark hunger lurking in his emerald eyes. He watched me with rapt attention, and the knowledge that he was watching me do something so intimate and filthy was both terrifying and exhilarating.

My core squeezed tight as my clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I was so close, so very close, and with every soft stroke, I flew right to the edge. I pressed a little harder, circled my needy bundle of nerves faster, and then it happened.

I came.

Hard .

The force of it knocked the wind out of me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and it crashed through me, wave after wave, leaving me breathless and panting.

My eyes flicked to his as I moaned, and his eyes were so full of lust that I couldn't look away.

His nostrils flared and his expression hardened.

I was lost. I came undone.

My mind and body were no longer under my own control. They were under his. Liquid fire burned through my veins, searing me from the inside out and I screamed. The sound of my pleasure was guttural in nature, and I almost didn't recognize myself.

My core squeezed tight, thrumming with white-hot ecstasy that crashed through me like a tidal wave. I drowned in my pleasure for what felt like an eternity before it finally started to quell, leaving me shaky and needy and trembling from the force of it.

"You come so very prettily, naughty girl," he praised me, and my heart swelled at least two times its normal size.

When the last vestiges of pleasure ebbed, my body went limp, and I slumped against him. His arm circled around my waist, supporting me. His gaze searched mine, looking for something, and then, satisfied, he smiled.

Then he grabbed my arm and put his foot up on one of the metal boxes beside the door.

Before I could blink, he threw me over his knee, forcing me onto my stomach over his leg. I shrieked, trying to balance as best as I could.

Neither my hands nor my feet could reach the floor. Precariously balanced, I whimpered at what was undoubtedly going to come next.

His hand was at the back of my scalp in an instant and he wrenched my head back, making me arch my spine and stick my ass up even further into the air.

The room seemed to fade away, and all that remained was his hand on my ass and the sound of his voice in my ears.

"This is going to hurt," he warned and then he released my hair and I tried to balance myself once again.

I didn't want to fall flat on my face.

Before I knew what was happening, his other hand was pulling down my shorts and my panties. I tried to reach back and stop him, but I pitched forward and immediately pulled my hand back, trying to grab ahold of his ankle and balance myself.

Oh, shit.

One of his hands pressed against my lower back, pinning me in place and I couldn't help but sigh with relief simply at the fact that I wasn't about to fall, but my relief was short-lived as I realized something else.

My ass was bare.

I opened and closed my mouth, shame and arousal pulsing through me, unhindered and undeniable.

Part of me liked it.

Part of me didn't.

"Put me down," I demanded.

He didn't listen.

I closed my eyes as he tugged my shorts and panties further down to the middle of my thighs, exposing the most private parts of me. I must have blushed crimson because the heat enveloping my face burned red hot.

Nobody had ever seen me like this before.

Even when Dane and I had sex that one time, we'd done it in my bedroom with the lights off after he'd snuck in through the window late at night.

And now Vincenzo was staring right at my bare ass and my soaking wet pussy. I tried to press my thighs together to hide myself, but even I realized that it was useless.

He was going to see everything whether I wanted him to or not.

The problem was there was a very deep part of me that wanted him to look, to see what he did to me, to know that he had complete control over me.

A thrill raced through me at the thought, and I swallowed hard.

Positively insane, you whore.

"I've imagined taking you over my knee many times, little girl, but now that you're here with your ass bare, ready and waiting for your spanking, you're even prettier than I could have ever imagined," he observed.

"I hate you," I scoffed, trying to squirm off his leg once more and again losing my balance.

"Your pussy says otherwise, bad girl," he said. His words made my stomach flip and my pussy clench.

How was he doing this to me?

His hand was still pressed firmly against the small of my back, keeping me securely in place. Then his other hand brushed against my bare cheeks, and I tensed a little, surprised at the heat in his touch. Slowly, he traced his fingertips along my ass, as if memorizing the shape and feel of it.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but I failed. The sensation of his skin against mine was intoxicating and I wanted more of it.

"Are you really going to spank me?" I asked.

I don't know why it hadn't really sunk in yet. I was over his knee with my ass bare and waiting, but somewhere deep in my mind, I couldn't believe it until it was really happening.

"Yes," he answered simply.

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

"What you want and what you need can sometimes be very different things," he answered, and my inner walls squeezed so tight that I whimpered.

"Is it going to hurt?"

"It is because it's supposed to, little girl. You knew better than to come in here. You've more than earned both my hand and my belt and that's exactly what you're going to get," he warned.

My eyes widened at his words, and my heart thundered in my chest.

He didn't mean that, right?

Why did that turn me on? Why was I looking forward to the strike of his hand and his belt against my bare skin?

His palm rubbed across my ass and the feeling was strangely calming.

For a moment, the two of us sat in silence, and then, without warning, his hand pulled away. I braced myself for the strike of his palm, but it didn't come. Instead, a gentle caress tickled the curve of my ass, and I shivered. He was teasing me, testing me, waiting for the slightest sign of resistance.

"What are you waiting for?" I finally ventured, my voice shaky and full of lust. He chuckled softly, caressing my bare skin, and venturing so close to my pussy that I held my breath.

"I'm enjoying myself," he answered, his voice dark.

He trailed his hand across the backs of my thighs, and I shivered at the sensation. The warmth of his palm and the firmness of his touch were driving me crazy.

I needed more.

I arched my back and pushed my ass up higher, at least as far as I dared, inviting his touch between my thighs. He laughed, a low and dangerous sound, and his fingertips grazed the outer lips of my soaking wet sex.

Then he pulled his hand away and brought it back down, only this time with a harsh, stinging slap to my left cheek.

I yelped and flinched, surprised at the suddenness of the blow. He didn't let me recover, though. Instead, he struck the same spot twice more in quick succession and I yelped even louder. The sound was like a gunshot in this small room and then he struck the other side, spanking me several more times even harder than the first few.

I wanted to struggle, to throw myself forward and escape him, but my fear of falling combined with his hand on my waist kept me firmly in place.

I could take this, right?

A spanking was a punishment for a child, not a grown woman like me. I'd survive his hand and then his belt just like millions of children before me.

I clamped my lips shut. I'd keep quiet throughout the whole thing. I had to. I couldn't let him know how much his hand was stinging right now.

But just then, his palm cracked against the underside of my ass, and I squealed, unable to hold it back. My whole bottom felt like it was on fire, and he hadn't even been spanking me for more than a few seconds.

I pressed my lips back together, blushing furiously as he punished me.

You got this.

But Vincenzo didn't give me any respite. Instead, he began spanking me faster, his palm raining down upon me again and again and again.

Each blow was harder than the last, and the heat of the spanking truly began to burn, growing hotter and hotter until it felt like my ass had been set aflame.

The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It hurt. A lot. And yet, it was intoxicating and somehow, it was making my pussy throb even harder than it had been before.

Vincenzo wasn't messing around. This was a real spanking and the longer it went on, the more I questioned whether or not I could take it.

How long would it go on for? How much harder was it going to get? How much more was it going to hurt?

I tried not to cry out, but it soon proved to be impossible. With each swat, I found myself whimpering, and then squealing louder and louder until he smacked right in between my cheeks on top of my pussy, and I let out a low animalistic moan.

He paused and did it again.

"Ah!" I cried out, and then his hand came down in the same place.

Over and over again.

I had never felt anything like this.

He was spanking the very core of me, and the pleasure was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. With each stinging spank, my pussy pulsed, and I soon realized something else.

If this continued on for much longer, I just might come.

My nipples, still hidden by my t-shirt, had hardened to the point of pain, and every inch of my body was on fire.

"I think you're enjoying this a little too much, bad girl," he ventured and then he dipped his fingers into the mess between my thighs. The moment his digits connected with my flesh, a jolt of electricity ran through me, and I yelped, surprised by the sudden overwhelming sensation.

His fingers slipped across the swollen lips of my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan. I expected him to reach forward and find my clit, but he didn't. Instead, he coated his fingers with my arousal and pulled them away.

I whined in disappointment, but then he took his wet fingers and dragged them across the flesh of my ass. He painted my cheeks with my own desire and the knowledge of it was enough to drive me mad.

After he was done, he didn't move. An icy blast of air rushed across the room as the air conditioning kicked on and the cool feeling of my wetness drying on my skin filled me with shameful arousal.

It was so dirty.

So very wrong, but so very right.

His hand held me in place as I grappled with the embarrassingly intense state of my arousal. My thighs pressed together as my pussy pulsed.

For the first time in my life, I realized that with the right touch, I could come again even though I'd already orgasmed.

I wasn't sure what to do with that. Did he know? My pussy clenched down hard, and I wondered if he could see it.

The burning across my ass was still simmering, but he didn't let me down. Not yet.

Instinctually, I knew it was because my spanking wasn't over.

Not that you want it to be…

"I think it's time I took off my belt, bad girl," he said, and my stomach flip-flopped as my heart pounded in my chest.

The anticipation of it was almost too much.

Would it hurt more than his hand? Would I like it? Would I hate it?

He shifted his weight and pulled his other hand away. With a snap, he removed his belt, the sound of the leather slithering from his belt loops and his jeans making a soft swishing sound that filled the room. My mouth went dry.

I whimpered as the strap trailed across my sore ass. The contrast between the cool leather and the warmth of the spanking made me shiver.

He didn't say a word. He just continued dragging his belt across my skin, and I closed my eyes. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this was just what he liked before sex, some sort of dominant foreplay meant to set my pussy on fire before he filled it with his cock.

I didn't know. At that point, I didn't care.

But I would soon.

Before I could say anything, the first lash of the belt cut through the silence. I gasped, the sharp sting taking my breath away. He didn't give me any time to recover. Instead, he swung the belt again, striking the opposite cheek.

When he brought the belt down the third time, it was with a resounding snap across the middle of my ass. The sound of it was sharp and the sting that followed was worse than any of the spanks with his hand.

I cried out, but I quickly stifled it.

It didn't matter.

He heard.

Several lines of liquid fire arced across my cheeks, and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to quiet another cry, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep quiet much longer.

At most, I could take a few more in silence.

The belt sliced through the air, the sound of it like a crack of thunder in the room and then it came crashing down on my ass. The impact sent shockwaves across my body, and I fisted my hands as I squeezed my eyes shut.

My resolve to stay silent lasted three more blows.

As he brought the belt down on the tender underside of my ass, the pain overwhelmed me, and I wailed. Each snap of the belt left behind a burning line of fire, rising and rising until it left a welt in its wake. The more he spanked me with that belt, the more the lashes built on each other.

"Please!" I begged.

But he didn't stop. In fact, the belt whipped across the tops of my thighs, and I screeched, the sting far more intense than any of the previous lashes.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, the belt snapped against the crease where my ass met my thighs.

I cried out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure and something else entirely.

"Please," I pleaded, but Vincenzo didn't listen. He raised the belt and brought it down on my upper thighs once more and this time I didn't scream, I wailed.

"You earned this. I'm not going to stop until this gorgeous bare ass is as punished as it needs to be," he replied.

Another blow struck the lower half of my ass, then the middle and at last, the underside until every inch of my punished flesh felt like it was on fire. The stinging burn was almost too much to bear, and I slowly realized something that both terrified and aroused me at the same time.

This wasn't going to stop when I wanted it to. It was only going to end when he decided I'd had enough. A wave of panic washed over me, but another much stronger wave of arousal followed in its wake.

The belt struck and my pussy clenched.

Hard.

Each lash was followed by the next, the pain building up upon itself, layer by layer until the agony of the belt was overwhelming. I begged and pleaded for mercy, but he showed me none.

And my pussy got wetter because of it.

He paused for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at this soaking wet little pussy. You're enjoying your spanking, aren't you?"

Before I could answer, the belt struck again, and I screamed.

But I realized something else then. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted more of his belt.

The pain was almost too much, but somehow, it wasn't enough. It wasn't like the spanking from before. That had simply been a spanking.

This was something else entirely.

This was the true punishment.

"Now, little girl, I'm going to use my belt on this gorgeous bare ass of yours until you beg me to fill that needy pussy with my cock," he demanded.

I bit my lip.

The belt fell again. And again. And again.

It snapped right over my pussy, and I could feel myself tighten with arousal. Then the belt cracked against my thighs once more.

It was all too much. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity, and the humiliation.

I couldn't take it.

I wanted more. I wanted his cock.

My pussy clenched tight, and I moaned, a low guttural sound that emanated from somewhere deep inside me, maybe from the bottom of my soul. I didn't know.

"Please, sir. Please fill my needy pussy," I whispered. I don't know why I referred to him as ‘sir.' Honestly, it just fell off my lips and after it was out in the open, it sort of felt right.

He dropped the belt to the floor and his hand came back, lightly caressing my scalded cheeks, likely admiring the marks it left behind.

I wanted to see them too.

"What did you say, naughty girl?" he demanded.

I could have sworn that there was a hint of a smile in his voice, but I couldn't look back and check. When I didn't answer quickly enough, his hand came crashing down on my sore bottom six times in quick succession and I squealed.

"I asked you a question, naughty girl. Answer me," he ordered.

I moaned at his touch.

"Please," I whined, unable to articulate any words.

"Tell me what you need, Jenna, before I decide to take my belt to your soaking wet pussy too," he warned, and my heart did a flip in my chest.

"I need you. Your cock. Please, fuck me, sir," I pleaded, and his hand stilled on the small of my back.

The silence stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us wanted to break the spell, and I pulled in a shaky breath, my pussy clenching wildly, out of control and needy.

Then he finally wrapped his arm around my upper half and lifted me off his thigh, setting my feet on the floor. My shorts and panties were still tangled around my knees, and he quickly whisked them off, helping me to step out of them one leg at a time.

I blushed fiercely, heat blazing up from my chest and into my cheeks. I mean, he'd already seen everything during my spanking, but it was another thing entirely to be standing with my entire lower half bare while he was still fully clothed.

His hand closed around the back of my neck as he led me over to a small desk in the middle of the room. Then he used his hold on my neck to force me to bend right over it. He kicked my legs open, spreading them as far as they could go.

Fuck. This was it.

"Tell me which hole I need to take, bad girl, before I decide for you and I promise you, it won't be that needy wet pussy. It'll be in that tight little ass," he growled.

I swallowed hard and his hand tightened a little in warning.

"Please fuck my needy wet pussy," I managed to whisper, my voice sounding much surer than I felt.

I wasn't a virgin. I'd had sex before.

But Vincenzo was big .

He was bigger than Dane and bigger than any of the toys I had bought for myself. I wasn't sure if he would fit, but I knew that I wanted to try.

I also knew that if he put his cock in my ass, it would hurt a whole lot more.

"Please, my pussy, sir. Please fuck my pussy," I whined.

Without warning, his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers trailing along the seam of my sex. He lightly grazed my slicked folds, exploring me far more gently than I would have liked. When his fingertips finally glided over my clit, a visceral surge of desire took my body by storm and my legs trembled.

"Please give me your cock," I begged.

He didn't listen.

He continued stroking my pussy, teasing my clit. His fingers plunged into my entrance, and I cried out as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. It wasn't enough to make me come, but it brought me right to the edge.

So close, yet so far…

Just as I was getting ready to plead for more, his other hand reached up and gripped a fistful of my hair.

Oh, god. This was it.

He was going to take me just like this, bent over a table with my bright red, welted ass on display and I loved the thought of that. He moved behind me and my hips wagged a little, wanting to tease him as punishment for leaving me on the edge for so long, but all I earned was another sharp slap across my well-scalded right cheek.

I flinched, and he chuckled. His zipper came down, and the sound of the metal teeth being pulled apart filled the room. I whimpered, unable to stop myself.

Again, I thought of his massive size.

There was no way I was going to be able to take his cock. Panic swelled within me, and I pressed my hands to the metal of the table, but he forced me back down by using his hold on the back of my neck.

He was going to make me take it.

All of it.

And that made my pussy even wetter. A tiny droplet of arousal rolled down my thighs and I closed my eyes in shame. His fingertips teased the entrance of my sex, then followed the trail of that same droplet, and I shivered with pleasure.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers away, and a moment later,his cock brushed against my left cheek.

Holy fuck.

Somehow, he seemed even bigger now. I went to shift my legs a bit closer together and he grabbed a hold of a handful of my right cheek. He dug his fingers into my scalded flesh, punishing me for my transgression.

He dragged his cock across the wetness between my thighs, and the sensation of the head of his cock stroking across my clit sent shivers down my spine.

And then he was pressing against my opening.

He pushed forward and I tensed, my body fighting the invasion of his far too big cock. He didn't let up, though. Instead, he leaned forward and put his lips to my ear.

"Breathe, bad girl," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. "You can take me. I knew you can."

Oh, god. It hurts.

The sensation was almost too much, but somehow, my pussy accepted him, stretching to accommodate the thick girth of his cock. My walls clamped around him, and he growled, a low animalistic sound, and the noise made me shiver, but still he continued his assault, inch by achingly slow inch until he was completely inside me.

For a moment, the two of us remained still, his cock throbbing and pulsing deep within me. Then he pulled his hips back, and I whimpered at the loss.

And then he thrust into me.

Hard.

I gasped, the burning stretch of his cock seemingly splitting me in two. It hurt, far more than I was prepared for, and I tried to breathe through it, but it was too much all at once.

He didn't let me recover.

Instead, he thrust into me again, my own wetness paving the way forward for his massive cock. Then he began to move, his hips pistoning back and forth, driving himself deeper and deeper into me with each stroke.

My body struggled to accept him, and yet each stroke was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of pleasure and burning pain. Soon enough though, my tiny body accommodated to his size as much as it was able, and then the waves of pleasure grew stronger while the spikes of pain lessened.

With a growl, he drove himself forward, filling me up in one long, punishing stroke, and then his hips began to move, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

His thrusts were deep and forceful, his grip on the back of my neck never weakening as he used my body as hard as he wanted.

And as hard as I needed.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, the familiar wave of pleasure growing higher and higher with each punishing stroke of his cock.

He growled and grunted with each thrust, the sound of his pleasure only serving to heighten mine. My core squeezed tight, spiraling with delicious sensation. My fingers and my toes tingled with feeling as I arched my back, taking him deeper and deeper with every firm stroke.

With each movement, I was reminded of my sore bottom and that only served to make my pussy clench harder. The tip of his cock sank into me so deeply that it grazed a spot inside that made my world splinter in two every time he pushed into me.

"Sir!" I cried out.

I was close. So very close, and my core squeezed tight. My inner walls clenched around his shaft, and he moaned, his pleasure fueling my own.

"That's it, naughty girl. You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you? I can feel your delicious little pussy squeeze me. Go on. Come for me," he goaded.

His filthy words struck a chord deep within me and then I lost all semblance of control.

I shattered.

The wave of ecstasy crested and crashed, consuming me with its intense pleasure. I screamed as I came, and he didn't let up. If anything, his movements became even more frantic, and his strokes even harder and deeper.

White-hot pleasure burned through my veins, savage and brutal and everything I could have ever wanted. My toes curled and my fingers dug into the surface of the desk as my orgasm crested higher and higher, way up into the clouds where I couldn't tell up from down or left from right any longer.

I screamed again as another wave pulsed through me. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, making each thrust seem even harder and that made my release spiral.

I couldn't get enough.

When my climax finally began to reach its peak, my eyes rolled back in my head and my body slumped downward, pressing against the desk. With a sigh, I allowed my upper body to rest, but I slowly realized something else.

Vincenzo hadn't slowed down.

Not even a little bit.

I whimpered and then he reached for me, his hand gripping my hair. He pulled me back, forcing me to arch my spine and stick my ass back up, which only served to press his cock even deeper into me with every last thrust.

This wasn't just sex, like I'd had with Dane so very long ago.

This was a fucking.

His body, his cock, his possession, and he was claiming me in a way I hadn't thought was possible.

He used my body hard, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more, I did. The throes of another release waited in the wings. I was going to come a third time. There was no doubt in my mind.

It was going to be the hardest one of all.

I swallowed hard. I'd never feared an orgasm before, let alone come this many times in one day. My body was over-sensitized, and there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming, what was undoubtedly inevitable.

So I didn't even try.

Vincenzo kept fucking me, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. I could feel him pulse within me and his cock throbbed, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

Or at least I hoped it wouldn't be.

I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.

As his thrusts began to grow sloppy and frenzied, I knew he was close. He was losing control and that realization made my pussy clench tighter than it had been before. He groaned, the sound so guttural and sexy that I nearly came right then and there.

I could hear the slap of his hips against my bare ass. Could still feel the sting of his belt marking me, and his fingers tangled in my hair, and the pressure began to build once again, my own release threatening to swallow me whole.

Then he pulled out and came all over my ass. His cock twitched and spasmed, painting my cheeks with his seed.

He came all over me and the humiliation of that fact sent me spiraling into oblivion, the intensity of it far stronger than I had been expecting. I could feel his cum dripping between my bottom cheeks and I blushed so hard it felt like my face had caught flame.

"You're going to come once more for me, just like a bad girl needs to, with my finger in your tight little ass," he warned.

I stilled.

He couldn't be serious, right?

No one had ever touched me there before. I hadn't even thought it was a possibility, but when his fingers dipped into his seed, I knew that there was no way to stop it.

Before I could ask any questions, his cum-covered fingers slipped down my crease and he began to tease the puckered ring. I moaned as the sensation shot straight through my core.

"Wait!" I finally protested, but he didn't listen.

His fingertip pressed against the tightness, and I gasped as he slowly pushed past the resistance. Immediately, I tensed, and a flash of burning pain radiated around my asshole. I cried out as my body fought against his intrusion, the agony only escalating. My legs trembled from the foreign feeling, sensation hurtling up and down my legs unbidden.

"Oh, it hurts," I cried out.

"It's supposed to, bad girl," he said, his tone so dark that it felt like it lit my soul on fire.

"Please," I begged.

I couldn't take this, it was far too shameful.

He didn't listen, though.

His digit stretched my hole and I squealed, the feeling so foreign and painful and strangely good. He sank into me, pushing his finger deeper and then, without warning, he began to pump it in and out of my bottom.

Pleasure spiraled through my body despite everything I did to fight against it. The pain from his initial entry started to lessen, but it never fully went away, the searing burn only adding to the desire simmering inside of me.

I couldn't help myself.

The more he thrust his finger into my ass, the more I found myself wanting more. I pushed back against his hand, silently begging him for more and the moment I did, a second finger joined the first, and I bit my lip hard.

Soon enough, I could feel myself flying to the edge once more.

And then it happened.

I came. No. Not just came. I detonated.

Fucking hard.

I cried out, my voice echoing throughout the room. My body quaked with pleasure and my pussy spasmed around empty air. My bottom hole squeezed around his fingers and a deep sense of shame spiraled through me.

This was so wrong.

But it was so right.

I didn't know what to think, how to feel. All I knew was that it was the most intense, overwhelming, and satisfying orgasm I had ever had.

Blinding ecstasy seared through my veins, burning through me like wildfire. My core tightened, and I could feel myself falling apart, the sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Wave after wave of pure unadulterated bliss washed over me, dragging me down to the deepest, darkest depths and back again.

"That's it, bad girl. Come for me," he demanded.

My release burned on and on.

"I can't!" I cried out, but it came out more like a garbled scream than anything else.

But I could and I did.

He held his fingers deep inside of me, the pressure of it so intense that it took my breath away. And then, slowly, he began to withdraw his fingers, leaving behind a deep, searing ache that had me quivering with pleasure and shame. At that moment, his fist released my hair, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I collapsed.

"There now, there's my good girl. You took your punishment so well. I'm so proud of you," he whispered.

My cheek fell to the table as Vincenzo ran his hand over my scalded bottom before he removed it. My eyes were closed, and I could hear the sound of his zipper closing as he stepped back.

I could feel his seed drying between my bottom cheeks and as shameful as that was, it also felt especially right. Like it was exactly where it was supposed to be.

And somehow, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time he took me like that.

Or at least, I hoped it wouldn't be.