Chapter 35 Tommy
Tommy
Giovanna doesn’t get up when I bust her sitting in a booth with Antonio.
In fact, she’s glaring at me like I’m the one playing games, like I’m the one caught cozying up to someone else at three in the morning.
I don’t know a lot about what’s okay and what isn’t in relationships, but one thing I know for fucking sure is that my woman should not be staring me down while drinking with Tony the fucking Hack and wearing his jacket.
“Let’s go.” I’ve had a long night. I’ve lost my ability to feign graciousness, and if I don’t get her out of here now, I’ll beat Antonio into the ground and won’t stop until his smug face is unrecognizable.
“Mr. Personality,” Lexi slurs, rolling her eyes.
I don’t even glance in her direction. I’m locked on Giovanna, waiting for her to get the fuck up.
She doesn’t.
Antonio gestures to the space on the other side of Giovanna.
“Hey, Tommy, have a seat. Unless you’re here to fuck my date again.
”
He smirks, and Lexi cackles like he’s hilarious.
He’s not.
“Gi.” I’m not going to fight with her in front of Antonio, but I will get her out of his fucking jacket myself if she doesn’t fucking move.
Gi gives me her fake smile, the one that doesn’t touch her eyes.
“Don’t be rude, Tommy.”
I’m rude? She’s drunk with some douchebag she used to date, and I’m being rude?
!
“That’s right!” Lexi chimes in, drunk as fuck.
“Antonio saved her from some dipshit groping her on the dance floor. Beat his ass and sent him home. You should thank him.”
I dart a glance at Lexi, who is looking very proud of herself, then back at Giovanna.
Some guy had his hands on her? And she didn’t call me?
I scan her body the best I can and stop cold on a red mark staining her neck.
“Did he do that?”
She flinches, fingertips brushing her throat, and glances at Antonio, embarrassed.
That look is gasoline to my fire. She’s worried about what he thinks?
Unless—
“Or did he do that?” I snarl, turning my attention to Antonio, whose grin twists into a scowl as he leans forward.
“No!” Giovanna stands abruptly, knocking the table.
She places her hand on my arm, and like always, every cell in my body wakes up at her touch, but I continue staring Antonio down.
“No, Tommy. He helped me out. We haven’t been up here long.
Right, Antonio?”
I practically growl at the sound of her voice saying his name.
I want to kill this motherfucker. I thought fucking my woman while he watched was enough to put him in his place, but apparently he still wants his ass kicked.
Giovanna shrugs off his jacket and hands it to him, then grabs the side of her dress.
I turn her, see a rip bigger than my hand that shows her ass.
She flushes red under my gaze, pinching the fabric together, but she stays focused on him.
“Antonio, thank you again. Really. I’m sure when Tommy realizes the situation and calms down, he’ll thank you too.
”
“Yeah, I bet,” snorts Lexi.
Gi presses her palm into my chest and pushes me with all her weight.
I don’t budge. She keeps smiling that brittle smile, but her hazel eyes are sparking like flint against steel.
Fine.
I turn on my heel and start walking, but when I don’t feel her behind me, I turn back in time to see her mouth “thank you” to Lexi and Lexi blow her a kiss.
Okay, so Lexi gets her real smile. Great.
I wait for her to join me, a scowl firmly in place.
She won’t look at me, and when I slip my arm around her, she shrugs me off and storms ahead.
Oh, I am going to enjoy spanking that girl until she screams tonight.
**
The ride home is thick with silence. The rain on the windshield, the occasional hiss of tires on wet pavement, the hum of the city weighs down on me until I feel like I can’t breathe.
When we finally get home, I try to grab her arm, get her to look at me.
“Gi—”
But she shrugs me off and locks herself in the bathroom.
I stand there staring at the door for what feels like hours as the roaring winds of chaos and frustration that I haven’t experienced since before I got together with Giovanna suddenly rush in and overpower me.
When it becomes so overwhelming that I feel like my chest is going to explode, I kick the door open, busting the lock, the metal doorknob clattering to the ground as she screams.
I slam her against the wall, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me.
“I don’t fucking care that you’re mad. Whatever I did wrong, it’s nowhere near as shitty as you holding hands with fucking Antonio in the middle of the God damn night, drinking and wearing his jacket.
”
She snarls at me, her hazel eyes on fire.
“What the fuck do you care? You couldn’t be bothered to show up, and you were trying to convince me to fuck him—”
I snatch her by the throat, clenching my jaw tight as she gasps for breath.
“Think very fucking carefully before you answer this question, Giovanna, because I will find out the truth if you lie to me. Did you fuck him?”
She slaps at my hand on her throat until I release her enough to respond.
Coughing, she sputters out, “No! NO, you fucking asshole. But I should have—”
I crash my mouth into hers, cutting her off, and grab both her wrists with one hand and slam them against the wall over her head.
“You want to get fucked? You got your fucking wish.”
With my free hand, I grab her dress at the rip on the side and finish the job, tearing it off her body.
Her breasts are bouncing with each breath, her nipples hard as she glares at me, wearing only her heels and a thong, her hands still above her head.
I sneer at her. “But first, birthday spankings.”
Tossing her shredded dress on the bathroom counter, I shove her on top of it, forcing her arms straight, and pulling her hips so her ass is high in the air.
I rip off her panties, making sure the fabric cuts into her soft pussy painfully.
“Fuck, Tommy!” She glares at me in the mirror, and I smirk at her.
“Just an appetizer, birthday girl,” I snarl.
Popping open a bottle of her almond oil on the counter, I pour it all over her ass until she’s coated, and it’s dripping on the floor.
Without preamble, I bring my palm down hard on her ass with a sharp crack.
She inhales sharply but glowers at me in the mirror, refusing to make a sound.
“Count, Giovanna. You get 21 of these if you count. If you don’t, I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.
”
“I’m not begging you for shit,” she grits out through clenched teeth.
I smile evilly at her. “Your birthday, your call.” I slam my hand down on her ass again, rubbing my palm through the oil, choosing the same side instead of switching, and she bucks.
“Two.” She grinds out the word.
I chuckle softly and slap her ass again, hard.
“Three.” She bites out the word, still staring me down, fury on her face in the mirror.
Around 10, she collapses her upper body on the counter, unable to hold herself up.
I keep going until we get to 21 and her ass is glowing red, her legs shaking, tears streaming down her face.
“One more to grow on, birthday girl,” I snarl, giving her one more solid smack, my dick hard as a rock.
Before she can move, I push four fingers into her pussy and smirk.
“Soaking wet for me.” I pump a few times until she’s moaning, then withdraw my fingers and slap her pussy.
She moans, her eyelids heavy.
“Bad girls don’t get to come,” I whisper in her ear.
“But I do.”
Smearing the almond oil over her back entrance, I unzip my jeans and drop them just enough to pull my cock out then plunge balls deep into her ass without warning.
She howls, her eyes and mouth opening wide as she arches her back sharply, her legs shaking like an earthquake.
Spreading her cheeks with both hands, I fuck her hard, slamming her hips into the counter.
“Fuck! Tommy!”
Sliding in and out of her, I groan.
She’s so fucking tight that it hurts me as much as it probably hurts her.
“Your ass looks so good getting broken open by my cock, baby. I wish you could see it. Oh, wait. You can.”
I keep pumping into her as I pull my phone out of my back pocket, click open the camera, and record.
“God damn, Giovanna, you take cock up your ass like a fucking pro.”
I lift the phone so that the reflection of her and me is included in the frame.
She can barely focus her eyes, and she snakes her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning my name as I fuck her.
“You fucking like this too much for it to be a punishment,” I sneer.
“You’re so wet, you’re dripping down my balls.
”
She moans, rubbing faster, panting, and I move the phone so I can record her touching herself.
When her body starts to tense, and her eyes close, her jaw dropping open as she’s about to come, I smack her hand away.
“I fucking told you,” I growl. “Bad girls don’t come.
”
She whines angrily in response, her hazel eyes almost brown in the reflection.
I smirk as I film her, zooming in on her face in a close-up.
“Tell me why you’re not allowed to come.
”