Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

J enna

His lips brushed against my ear. The warmth of his breath on my skin sent shivers all over my body and I couldn't get enough. I leaned into his touch, wanting more.

Then he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.

Punishingly.

It was the kind of kiss that stole my breath away and left me reeling. He tasted like coffee and sin, and I was hopelessly addicted.

As he devoured my mouth, he moved his hands down to my ass. His fingers dug into the residual soreness left behind from his belt and I groaned.

It hurt, but in a way that made my body tingle all over.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest. He gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them until I was putty in his hands, all while his mouth plundered mine. The tip of his tongue speared through my lips, dancing and twining with my own.

Fuck .

This was hot.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss, I was left breathless and wanting. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to fall over as heat spiraled through me. My whole body was on fire, and I couldn't get enough of his touch.

The heat from his body and his firm grasp on my ass had me melting, my knees practically quivering beneath me before he swept my feet up off the floor. He lifted me and sat down, cradling me in his lap for a moment before he spun me around and expertly placed me facedown over his knee.

I squirmed, trying to get out of his hold. But he just tightened his grip, pinning me down with a hand on my hip and preventing me from moving. I squealed when he flipped the hem of my white summer dress up, revealing my panty-clad bottom. My feet drummed on the floor.

"Vincenzo! What are you doing?"

"You have such a gorgeous, heart-shaped ass. I've enjoyed admiring it in that tiny little pink bikini of yours, but I've never told you that," he murmured, trailing his fingertips across the smooth, silky fabric of my white panties.

"You have no right," I tried, but his answering chuckle quieted my protests immediately.

"I have every right, sassy girl."

With that, he slid his hand under the elastic waistband of my panties, pulling them down and exposing my bare bottom. The cool air hit my skin, and I shivered. I was helpless, completely at his mercy, and the thought of it made my heart race.

As much as I would deny it to his face, I was enjoying the fact that he was in complete control and right now, it was making my pussy pulse in a constant rhythm, almost as though it had its very own heartbeat.

He ran his hand across my bottom, the roughness of his palm brushing against my skin in the most enticing way, and I couldn't help but sigh softly in pleasure.

"This pussy is so pink and pretty, and already so wet for me," he mused, sliding his fingers along the edges of my inner thighs, just glancing along my sensitive folds, making me shiver with need.

"Please," I moaned, the word falling from my lips without a second thought.

"Please what, baby girl?" he purred, his fingers continuing to trace the line of my pussy.

Lightly, he used his palm to smack my bottom and it jostled my slit just enough to send a lightning bolt of pleasure surging straight through me.

"I—" I tried, but when he smacked my ass again, a little harder this time, the words died in the back of my throat.

"Please spank me?" he answered for me.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he slapped right over top of my pussy, right in between my bottom cheeks, and an embarrassingly loud moan slipped free from my lips.

I heard the sound of his laughter and then felt his palm smack against the fleshy part of my ass, and another moan left my lips. Each swat stung on my already sore bottom, but he wasn't spanking me as hard as last night.

This felt different.

"You're so responsive, baby girl," he praised, running his hand across my bottom. "Such a good girl, so wet and ready for me."

My nipples pebbled, still safely encased in my dress for the time being. I squirmed a little over his knee, scraping them against the hard surface of his thighs.

It felt like my entire body was caught in the throes of a fever with no end in sight.

And he hadn't even properly touched me.

I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, and I knew that if he kept teasing me, I'd lose my mind. I chewed on the inside of my lip, trying to keep still and failing completely. I squirmed like a cat in heat.

His hand started lightly peppering my bottom, the slight sting only amplifying the desire curling tight in my core. This was nothing like the belting last night.

This was an entirely new side of Vincenzo that I never knew existed.

Gentle.

Dominant.

Utterly controlling and it was driving me wild.

"This is your punishment, Jenna, for being so sassy with me," he stated, his hand pausing in his movements.

I could feel the anticipation building inside me, and the urge to beg him to continue was overwhelming. But I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Or the encouragement. Plus, I wanted it a little harder. I wanted this to hurt more. My pussy was practically demanding it.

"This hardly even hurts. It's like you're trying to bat away a fly," I replied as sassily as possible.

In response, he raised his hand and brought it down against my ass with a sharp, echoing slap. The sting was more than enough to take my breath away.

There.

That's it.

Just a little more.

"What did I say about that sass, baby girl?" he demanded, his voice full of authority.

"I didn't hear a thing," I replied, a smirk edging at the corners of my lips.

"Is that right?" he chuckled. "Well, I guess I'll have to make sure you're listening, then."

His hand came down again, this time a little harder. The impact was resounding, and it sent a delicious wave of pleasure-pain surging through me. I sighed, my desire spiraling out of my control.

"That's it, baby girl," he purred, his voice low and full of seduction. "I can see how much you love this. I can see your arousal dripping down your thighs."

"Please, Vincenzo," I whispered, unable to hold back any longer.

His hand peppered my ass, swatting over every inch of it. Slowly, the burn built and so did the need between my thighs.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice taunting.

"Please spank me and make me come," I begged, my voice breathless.

"Good girl," he said, his approval evident in his voice.

He resumed spanking my bottom, alternating between each side and hitting everywhere in between. He smacked the very tops of my cheeks and then the middle, and then the lower curve where my ass met my thighs. He even swatted the tops of my thighs, which was stingier than anything else, but I loved it anyway.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. Each swat made me ache for more, and the longer he went on, the more intense the pleasure became. I could feel the wetness coating my thighs, and I knew that if he kept this up, I'd come harder than I thought possible.

I could already feel myself getting closer and closer with every spank.

"You've been such a sassy girl, Jenna. Teasing and tempting me. I know you want this," he said, punctuating his statement with another spank.

"Yes, sir," I purred, and his hand stopped moving.

I couldn't stop the whine that fell from my lips. He groaned and the sound vibrated through me like a crack of thunder. Without saying a word, he resumed spanking me, his hand slowly growing harder.

Each spank made me jolt against him, my ass bouncing and the motion causing my nipples to scrape against his leg. The friction was positively exquisite.

"Your bottom is bright pink, baby girl."

My pussy clenched down hard.

I imagined what I must look like, facedown over his lap with my panties around my knees and my dress flipped up. My bottom was burning a little bit and the sting was getting worse with each spank.

I wanted more .

I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear the arousal in his voice. I felt his cock grow harder against my stomach and a fresh wave of need crashed through me.

He spanked me harder, enough to make me squirm and whine and moan with every smack. Soon enough, his hand scalded my bottom, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was even redder than it was before.

"Do you like that, Jenna?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"Yes, sir," I said, my voice shaking.

He kept going, raining his palm down over my ass until I was breathless and shaking with need.

"Good, because this isn't going to be the last time I put you over my knee," he replied, spanking me so hard that I cried out. I drummed my toes on the floor, just beginning to struggle to take it.

He pushed me a little further, making me question whether or not I actually wanted this.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned, my voice breaking as his palm smacked the backs of my thighs.

He paused, and I felt his hand dip down between my thighs. A soft moan slipped from my lips as his fingers trailed through the wetness there, gathering it before moving his fingers upward and brushing his fingers against my puckered hole.

"Sassy little girls have their bottom holes dealt with too," he murmured, and just when the weight of his words hit me, he pressed a single digit inside of me.

I yelped, not having expected that at all, and the sound seemed to spur him on. The stretching burn caught me by surprise, a deeper, more incinerating kind of pain that settled deep in my core.

He slowly started to work the digit in and out of my ass and I gasped at the intrusion, but he continued his relentless pace, fucking my ass with his finger. The initial pain started to ebb, leaving a wave of pleasure that followed in its wake.

My pussy throbbed, desperate for attention.

I wiggled, trying to grind my clit against his leg, but his free hand kept me firmly in place, leaving me at his mercy. My needy bundle of nerves almost seemed to thrum in protest.

Oh, god. Please.

I didn't want to like this, but that didn't stop me from grinding against his leg. My clit throbbed so hard that I nearly came right then and there.

He added another finger and the burn returned, sending a jolt of desire through me.

"One day, I'm going to fuck this tight little hole," he warned. "It's going to hurt, but you're going to come long and hard for me, won't you?"

I didn't answer him, but I feared that he was right.

My asshole clenched down tight around his fingers, and he chuckled softly. I blushed hard, knowing that he'd felt it. There was no hiding from him. Not like this.

The burn grew more and more intense, and the pleasure followed suit. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

I just needed more.

I couldn't stop whimpering, and soon enough, I was begging him for relief. I was so aroused that I could hardly stand it. Desire welled from every fiber of my being, hot and heavy and altogether far too consuming.

"You've learned your lesson, haven't you?" he asked, his tone smug.

"Yes, sir," I whimpered. "I won't be sassy with you again."

I was lying, but I didn't want any more spanking. I wanted to come.

"Good girl," he praised, sliding his fingers from my ass. My bottom hole felt strangely empty, and my face heated at the realization that I wanted him to touch me there again.

But I was far too proud to admit that.

He trailed his fingers over my wet slit, spreading the slickness all around. I shuddered, my body trembling with need as his fingers finally settled on my clit.

He traced slow, torturous circles around the bundle of nerves and my hips bucked against his sure and steady touch.

Yes . This. More of this…

My breathing was ragged and unsteady, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me, threatening to consume me. I couldn't take much more of this without breaking apart.

"Please, Vincenzo," I begged.

"What do you need, sweet girl?" he asked, his voice husky and full of a need of his own.

"Please let me come, please," I pleaded. His fingers began to speed up and my breath caught in the back of my throat as a surge of desire spiraled through me like a heated knife through butter.

"Come for me, Jenna," he commanded, his voice soft and filled with dominance.

His fingers sped up more, and within moments, I shattered, a powerful orgasm crashing over me.

I gasped, my entire body shuddering as the pleasure rolled through me in waves. I moaned, my core cinching tight with pleasure over and over again.

Oh. Please.

"Fuck," I breathed, the word coming out on a ragged sigh. I was dizzy and lightheaded and completely lost in the moment.

He continued stroking my clit, drawing out my orgasm as long as humanly possible.

"You're coming so hard for me," he observed, and I blushed hard as I tried to catch my breath.

"Sir," I whispered, still swept up in the throes of my never-ending release.

"I love watching you writhe and flex and come over my knee with your bottom bright pink, baby girl," he observed, and my face must have turned as red as a cherry tomato.

I was a mess, a sticky, quivering, panting mess, but I couldn't find it in myself to care.

My orgasm slowly subsided, and I went limp over his knee, spent and satisfied, but his fingers didn't leave my clit. Instead, he kept lightly rubbing my over-sensitized bundle of nerves. I twitched and I squirmed, but nothing seemed to work. He kept coaxing my poor clit and soon enough, I was panting and writhing over his knee once more.

"Vincenzo," I whimpered, a desperate plea for relief. He had to stop touching me. I couldn't take it.

"Come for me again, baby girl," he ordered.

His words pierced right through to the very marrow of my bones and then I was sailing over the edge before I realized what was happening. I cried out, another orgasm crashing over me, this one even stronger than the last.

White-hot bliss pulsed through me. It was like a bolt of lightning, searing and hot and electric. Every nerve ending in my body tingled with pleasure, and I could barely keep myself together. My legs trembled and my fingers dug at the floor. His hand on my hip gripped a little tighter, holding me firmly in place as my pleasure took over every part of me.

It felt like hours before the pleasure finally started to fade, and even then, it was slow to ebb. Wave after wave coursed through me, every nerve ending incinerated with heat.

I loved every second of it.

Eventually, the sensation subsided, and I collapsed against his thigh. He was still hard, and the feel of his cock pressing against my belly was enough to make me clench.

"You did so well, baby girl," he said, his voice thick with desire.

His arms wrapped around me as he lifted me from his lap. Carefully, he sat me back down on the kitchen stool in front of my empty plate and coffee mug.

He didn't pull my panties back up.

Instead, he picked up the mug and passed it to me. The coffee had cooled, and I drank it greedily, needing to moisten the back of my throat from all of my screaming. He knelt down and whisked my panties from my legs, tucking them in his pocket with a sly grin.

"You will leave that pretty pussy bare and wet for me, sassy girl. Now, finish your breakfast while I finish mine," he demanded.

"Yes, sir," I mumbled. I was still a little wobbly, but I managed to finish my breakfast and by the time I was done, he moved to clear my plate.

"Now, I need to check on some security footage. You can either go to Bella's room, the guest room, or my room."

I nodded and went to stand up, keenly aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear anymore. Impossibly, my clit throbbed to life once more.

I don't know what this man did to me, but I was insatiable.

He reached for my chin and lifted it gently, so that I was looking directly into his eyes.

"If I find you in my room, then I'm going to take off this little outfit and bind your hands to the bed. Then I'm going to pin your legs apart and use my tongue on your clit until you scream. I want you to understand that you're really going to scream for me. You might even sob for me. I'm going to break you with my tongue, baby girl, so make your decision wisely."

"Yes, sir," I repeated, blushing.

I swallowed hard. What was a girl to do with a threat like that?