19
Alessio
Liv fights me every step of the way, and it’s both frustrating and fucking intoxicating.
Her body thrashes under me, twisting, kicking, trying to break free.
I let her struggle, let her feel what it does to me.
She’s fast, I’ll give her that, but I’m stronger.
And much deadlier than she will ever know.
“Fucking hell,” she growls through gritted teeth, twisting under me.
I catch her wrists and force them behind her back, locking them in one hand, and pinning her down against the bed.
She thrashes a little, and her body bucks against mine.
I kneel beside her, setting my gun on the bed with a soft thud to free up my other hand.
My palm drags down her back, my fingers tracing the line of her spine before I give her ass a sharp slap.
It was over her dress, definitely not as satisfying as a bare-ass slap, but it’s a warmup.
It was enough to make her go still for a split second .
She whips her head to the side, those wild green eyes blazing.
“Did you just spank me?”
I don’t respond.
We both know the answer.
Her breath hitches, but she recovers fast.
“You think this is gonna scare me?”
“Not at all,” I murmur, leaning close to her ear, letting my lips just barely graze the shell of it.
“But it might teach you some fucking manners.” Her struggles are useless, but damn, her spunk makes my dick hard.
It’s almost cute how she thinks she can overpower me, as if there’s a reality where she’s in control.
She tenses, only for a second, but I feel it.
The way her thighs squeeze together just a little tighter, like she doesn’t want me to notice.
But I notice everything.
“Now,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear.
“If you take your punishment like a good girl, this will be quick and easy.” My hand trails up her back, brushing her hair off the side of her face before trailing back to her ass.
From all of Liv’s wiggling around, the fabric of her dress starts to ride up just enough to reveal more of her thighs, thick and soft.
God, I can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to be buried between them .
I can feel the shift in her; the fight is still there, but she stills for a moment.
“Oh?” I taunt.
“No more fighting?”
“Fuck you,” she spits venomously.
“Oh, Sirena ,” I drawl, with sarcasm dripping from every word.
“I know you want me to fuck you. Hell, I’d bet every dollar in my bank account your pussy’s dripping just thinking about it, just how you were dripping all over my knife back in your apartment.”
“Screw you,” she snaps again, then begins writhing beneath me.
Liv’s ass needs to be spanked and fucking hard.
And I’m more than happy to deliver the punishment she so clearly needs.
I tighten my grip on her wrists, holding her in place like the unruly little Sirena that she is.
“I’ve been patient,” I growl, lifting her dress over her ass, “but patience is a f—.”
I freeze at the sight of nothing but bare skin, my eyes lock on her juicy, round ass.
That’s an ass I wouldn’t mind burying my face in, or my cock.
“No panties, Sirena ?” I thought maybe a thong, but not commando.
I knead her ass, dragging my fingers down the curve of it, watching how her breath catches.
“You’re really making this too fucking easy for me. ”
“Piss off,” she snaps back, but it’s not as sharp as her other comments were.
I’m still zeroed in on her, hoping she’ll shift just enough for me to get a glimpse of her pussy.
She wiggles, trying to slide off the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere.” My hand slides to her neck, gripping just firm enough to make her stop squirming all over my cock, that’s damn near rock hard right now.
I flip her over my lap with her ass in the air.
I don’t miss the way her breath hitches when I lift her dress to her waist, exposing every fucking inch of her curves.
I’m definitely not rushing this.
Not when I’m enjoying the hell out of her pussy squirming on my lap.
My other hand stays locked on her neck, keeping her right where I want her.
“Fuck off, Warden,” she snaps again, full of fire she knows damn well she can’t back up, at least not in this position.
I let out a low laugh that I know gets under her skin.
“Maybe I will after I’m done with you.” My hand smooths over her ass, the heat of her skin against my palm making it impossible not to give her cheeks a rough squeeze.
“Kiss my ass,” she fires back .
“Oh, I’ll kiss it all right, just not today. Today, you’re getting punished.” I tighten my grip on her neck just enough to make my point without hurting her.
“Breaking the rules earns you five spanks,” my other hand still tracing slow circles over her ass.
“But since you want to run that smart mouth, we’re bumping it up to fifteen.” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear, “and you’re going to count every single one. Got it?”
She gasps, twisting under me.
“Alessio, you mother—”
“I said, got it?” Slapping her ass again, harder this time, making her cut off with a sharp inhale.
Her lips press into a hard line, and I swear I can see the defiance burning in her eyes.
She’s testing me, daring me to break her.
“Let’s try this again,” I say, trailing my hand from her ass to her inner thigh.
“You break the rules, you get punished. That’s how this works.”
She makes a choked sound, half a scoff, half something else she doesn’t want to admit.
“Oh, bite me,” she hisses.
I grin.
“Later. Right now, I want you to count.” God, she makes this too much fun.
“I’ve got all fucking day,” I murmur, my breath hot against her ear.
“And I’d love nothing more than to spank this ass until you finally learn to behave. Keep pushing me, and I’ll double that count.”
Her body tenses, but it’s the shiver I catch.
It’s quick and subtle, but I still feel it, and it has my lips twitching into a slow, wicked grin.
Leaning in, I bite down on her earlobe, just enough to make her gasp, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
“You ready to stop being a brat?” I ask, smacking her ass hard enough to make my palm sting.
The sound of my hand bouncing off her ass is music to my fucking ears.
I know it stings, but the cry that escapes her lips is pure fucking perfection—a mix between a yelp and a moan.
My cock throbs in response.
Fuck me, she’s into this.
She just doesn’t want to admit it.
Fine by me.
I’m more than happy to play along.
“Count,” I order, my hand rubbing over the red mark spreading across her creamy skin.
Her ass is soft and hot under my touch, and I’m already thinking about how far I can push her.
“O-one,” she whispers, so quietly I almost don’t catch it.
I shake my head.
“Louder next time,” I warn, raising my hand again.
Spank.
My hand lands on the other cheek, hard enough to leave a matching mark.
She jerks, sucking in a breath.
“Two!” Liv says louder, the fire in her voice is still there, but now there’s submission, maybe?
“Good girl,” I taunt, smirking as I rub her ass, feeling the way her body reacts.
She’s breathing harder, her hips shifting against me like she’s trying to fight her reaction.
Spoiler alert: she’s not.
Spank.
This one’s harder, enough to make her cry out.
My cock twitches at the sound, at the way her hips instinctively press into my lap.
“Three!” Her voice cracks, and fuck, that does something to me.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, my hand lingering, kneading the soft flesh beneath my palm.
She shudders but doesn’t pull away.
It’s obvious she wants more, even if she’s too stubborn to say it.
“See, Sirena ? Obedience looks good on you.” My hand comes down again before she can throw some smartass response at me.
Each slap lands harder than the last, and each reaction is more desperate than the one before.
By the time I get to eleven, she’s bucking against my lap like she can’t help herself, and it’s driving me out of my fucking mind .
“T-twelve,” Liv stutters, her voice breaking halfway through as a moan escapes.
My grip on her hair tightens.
I can feel the tension in her body, and my restraint is hanging by a fucking thread.
My fingers tangle in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her still.
“Keep counting,” I growl, my free hand gliding over the curve of her ass before coming down again.
Spank.
“Thirteen!” she cries out, louder this time.
Her voice is shaky and dripping with something she can’t hide anymore.
I take my time, letting my hand slide down her curves before landing another slap.
“Fourteen!” Her hips rock against me.
My jaw tightens, and I breathe slowly through my nose, trying to rein it in.
But fucking barely.
“Last one,” I mutter, leaning down until my lips brush her ear.
“Make it good for me, Sirena .”
Spank.
This one is the hardest yet; the sting of my hand meeting her skin makes her gasp and arch against me at the same time.
“Fifteen,” she moans, her voice breaking as her whole body shudders.
She goes limp on my lap, chest rising and falling against my legs with ragged, uneven breaths.
I let my hand slide slowly over her raw, burning skin, feeling the way she twitches beneath my touch.
I smirk, roughly gripping her hip, holding her exactly where I want her.
“You can lie all you want, but your body doesn’t know how.” My fingers skim lower, barely brushing the inside of her thigh, just enough to make her squirm and fuck me, she’s soaked.
“Dripping down your legs, Sirena . You feel that?”
She refuses to answer.
Stubborn as hell.
I chuckle, dragging my teeth along the shell of her ear.
“Bet if I spread these pretty thighs, I’d find an even bigger mess, wouldn’t I?”
“You think I enjoyed that?” she lies through her teeth.
I cock my head, my fingers teasing along her pussy lips, just enough to make her writhe.
“You can say you didn’t, but this—” I press my knuckles against her clit, just the lightest pressure— “tells me a different story.”
She stiffens, mouth opening like she’s about to spit another denial or sarcastic remark.
“W-what? I’m n—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I cut her off, delivering a sharp tap to her pussy .
Her glare sharpens.
“Fuck you.” She spits the words like it’ll hurt my feelings, but I catch the way her thighs part, giving me more access.
“ Sirena ,” I murmur, still running my finger up and down her soaked pussy, watching her struggle to keep still.
“I can see how bad you want to.”
Her body betrays her before she even speaks.
Her hips shift forward, chasing friction.
My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread.
She gasps when I move my hand away, but before she can whine about it, I grab my Glock from the bed.
“Stop fucking grinding that sweet fucking cunt on me, Liv.” I press the cool metal against the inside of her thigh, watching her shiver.
“I swear to fucking God, if you don’t, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
I flip her off my lap, her back hitting the mattress with a bounce.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
She’s fighting herself, trying to keep control, but she’s slipping.
I can see it in the way her eyes flicker with something between defiance and primal fucking need.
I settle between her legs, taking my sweet fucking time.
She spreads for me without being told, and that’s when I know she wants this just as bad.
Liv wants to be pushed and played with.
And fuck, it’s enough to make my cock throb with the kind of hunger that borders on savage.
I drag the barrel down her soaked pussy, slow enough to tease but hard enough to make her twitch.
She’s already dripping, and I make sure the metal catches every bit of it.
Then I shove the tip inside her, to stretch her tight cunt and make her squirm.
Tu sarai la mia morte.
I push the gun in just a little deeper, watching Liv take a shaky breath, like she’s ready to break.
Her body’s trembling, teetering on the edge, and her eyes are already half-lidded with need.
But this is punishment, and she knows it.
Right when her body locks up and I know she’s ready to shatter, I pull the gun away.
Her eyes snap to mine, wild curls fall in her face, but her expression is desperate.
I brush the hair from her face, my fingers slow.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
“P-please,” she whispers, her blush creeping down her neck.
Olivia begging is music to my fucking ears!
My dick is so hard it’s ready to rip through my pants.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging the barrel along her inner thigh, tracing slow, teasing circles before lifting it in front of her face.
Letting her see exactly what she’s done.
“So fucking needy for me.”
Her blush deepens, staining her skin an even deeper shade of crimson.
It’s not fear in her eyes, no, it’s that stubborn streak, the one that refuses to give me the satisfaction of giving in.
But I see it anyway.
The way her lips part, the way her breath shudders, the way her tongue flicks out for just a second before she clamps her mouth shut.
She’s already lost this fight.
I press the slick barrel against her lips.
“Now, clean it.”
She stares at me for a second, her chest rising and falling.
Then, slowly, she parts her lips and sticks out her tongue.
Good fucking girl.