Chapter Five
Harper was not avoiding Enzo on purpose.
She still had a job to do and since it was Monday, she was cleaning around his office and the main downstairs.
She had a duster in her hands and a brand-new uniform.
The one she wore yesterday when he’d taken her was gone.
The bloodstains had been a nightmare to get out, and she’d already attempted twice, to no avail. At least she had two other uniforms.
Also, she might have snuck out of his bed this morning. It was past six, and she’d already slept in an hour.
After the bath last night, they came downstairs to have something to eat, then snuck upstairs.
Enzo had made love to her that time, and it had been sweet, making her toes curl, and he took his time.
There had been no pain, no unexpected feelings, just immense pleasure.
She’d fallen asleep in his arms, and she had a horrible feeling she had crossed so many lines.
Enzo was still her boss, and he was part of the Villa Mafia.
He was in charge of everything. She knew he’d killed in the past, and now she knew he killed his wife, not that she judged him.
That woman, and she didn’t know who she was as there were no pictures in the house, had killed his parents and kids. It must have been a nightmare.
There was no way a mafia boss was going to fall in love with a cleaner, and she knew she was falling for him. For two years, she had watched him, keeping her distance, learning about the man, and there was nothing to not like.
She didn’t want to fall in love, because it would only end in disaster. She did not want to be a mistress, and this was assuming he wanted her for more than a one-night stand, or a two stand in one night, whichever it was meant to be.
This was why she snuck out, put the coffeepot on, and went to her bedroom, where she found a wrapped package.
It had been a squishy package and on opening, she soon discovered why.
It had contained several items of clothing.
There had been a summer dress, which was pointless as they were in fall, and in fact, the ground was hard from a deep frost overnight.
There were also some cozy sweaters, a pair of jeans, and a couple of plain shirts, which surprised her.
They were lovely, and she’d already put them through the washing machine.
She always washed clothes before putting them in her wardrobe.
“There you are,” Enzo said.
Harper spun toward him, and he entered his office. His hair was slicked back, and he came into the room.
“Come here,” he said.
She felt that impulse to follow his order, but she forced herself to stand perfectly still. She didn’t know why she was being so stubborn about this.
“I’m cleaning.”
“And I want you here, now. Seeing as I’m the boss, you’re going to have to do as you’re told.”
She couldn’t argue with that. It also didn’t help that her pussy had gotten incredibly wet as he instructed her.
Harper moved toward him but kept a couple of steps between them. That was ideal, wasn’t it? Not crossing too many boundaries.
Enzo reached out, grabbed the waist of her dress, and pulled her close. She couldn’t help but put her hands on his chest, and she marveled at the firmness beneath her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked. He tilted her head back, and then kissed her.
She felt that instant hit of heat rush through her body. Even as he kissed her, he started to reach in front, and she didn’t have the chance to complain as he opened her dress. He pushed it off her arms, it fell to her waist, and he shoved it right down.
Now, he broke the kiss. “This is better,” he said.
She was standing in a pair of old, well-washed and well-worn bra and panties.
There was nothing sexy about them, and she tried to cover herself, but Enzo wasn’t done as he flicked the catch of her bra with ease.
When it came to her panties, he literally tore them off, but they had long lost any strength with all the washing she’d done to them.
In a matter of seconds, he had her completely naked, and he took hold of her hands.
“Perfect.”
“I’ve got a job to do,” she said.
“Yes, you do, and consider this your punishment.”
“Punishment? For what?”
“For leaving me in bed and not allowing me to wake you up, and also for trying to hide from me.”
“I wasn’t hiding. I was in your office the whole time.”
“You moved from room to room, in an attempt to get away from me.” He let out a little tut.
“I can’t walk around like this all day.”
“Why not? I’m the only person here. There’s no one else around.”
“There’s guards,” she said, trying to find a reason that would make him see sense.
“They’re at the perimeter, and in the whole two years of you being here, none of them has ever come close to the house. They have no reason to.” His gaze moved down her body, and Harper didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t appreciation.
“I thought you’d like the extra sleep,” she said.
“I would believe you, if you hadn’t tried to sneak off every single chance you got, and now, well, I don’t believe you, and I’ve got breakfast ready in the other room. You go first.”
Harper glanced down at her body, and she tried to cover herself, but each time she did, he grabbed her hands.
“Not happening,” Enzo said. “This is your punishment, unless you’d like to go over my knee, and then we could negotiate your punishment.”
“You’d spank me?” she asked, shocked.
He moved in close. “You’d enjoy it.”
At first, Harper was not going to do any such thing, because being spanked was so ... wrong. It was childish. She was not a child, and technically she hadn’t done anything wrong. However, the thought of going over Enzo’s knee and him spanking her ass, she found highly erotic. This was so wrong.
“Deal,” Harper said, and the moment she said it, she wished she could back down. This is why she needed time to think rather than just blurt anything random out of her mouth, hoping it wouldn’t get her in trouble. This was going to get her in trouble. This was not good.
“You’re wanting a spank?”
“I’m not wanting one, but if it means I can put my uniform back on...”
“Did I say you could have your uniform back on? No, an item of clothing of my choice,” he said.
Was this a game? She had no idea what was going on.
“Fine. I’ll take a spank and wear what you want,” she said. It seemed simple enough.
Enzo smiled. “You are intriguing, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer him but watched as he brushed past her and walked toward the coffee table, which he moved out of the way. He sat down on his sofa, moved forward, and then patted his lap.
“Come here.”
“You want to spank me there?” She figured it would be done bent over the desk, or simply put, she wouldn’t have to move. This was ... more personal, and it made her feel a little nervous.
“Yes, I want you over my knee. I’m sure I said that.”
Harper didn’t know if she should argue with him, because the truth was, she couldn’t remember if he said over his knee, or if she just assumed she’d be bent over the desk, seeing as she was grown woman. His knee was waiting, and she figured it wouldn’t be that bad. This was a joke. A tease.
She moved toward him, highly aware she was completely naked and there was nothing she could do about it.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, trying to be defiant. She would not cower before him, even if he was still her boss.
He grabbed her wrist, and within seconds he had her right over his knee. Harper expected to feel uncomfortable, or childish, or something. Only, none of those feelings applied, as she felt a little on cloud nine.
This was not going to be a normal spanking.
****
The weight of her felt right across his thighs. Enzo had already figured she would be nervous the day after having sex. Waking up to find her gone was not a shock, but Harper attempting to hide from him had pissed him off.
He wasn’t angry with her. Last night, they crossed a boundary, one that was never going to come back between them.
He certainly didn’t regret it, and as far as he was concerned, Harper now belonged to him.
He was the first man to touch her, to fuck her, and he’d be a great deal of her firsts.
Like right now, having her juicy ass across his knee.
He had one arm across her back, and with the other he couldn’t help but stroke that full, ripe ass.
She let out a moan as he stroked her.
“That’s not spanking,” she said.
“I get to do what I want, seeing as this is my punishment to you.” He stroked her ass and then moved his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy.
Another moan, this one a little more guttural than the last.
Pulling his hand out from her pussy, he laid one hard slap right across her ass.
He allowed the sting to ring out, and she let out a grunt.
Her hands held onto his pant leg, and he spanked her again.
This time, he soothed out the pain by massaging her ass, then he focused on one cheek, which he slapped, followed by another.
Her ass was glowing at this point, and his hand was stinging.
Enzo had no intention of hurting her, but as he pressed his hand back between her thighs, he felt how wet she was, and he rewarded her with pressing two fingers inside her.
He pumped them in and out of her, spreading his fingers wide, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him.
The moans escaping her lips had his cock rock-hard.
The spanking aroused her, and he filed that away. Easing her off his lap, he got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head.
“This is what you can wear,” he said.
“But won’t you be cold?” she asked.
“I’m hot.” And his cock was incredibly tight tucked away in his pants, and he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but Harper, and wanting to be balls-deep inside her. “I’ve got to feed you. Everything is waiting.”