Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
MASSIO
She plays with her fingernail, infuriating me further.
I move forward quickly, grabbing her by her hips and spinning her around to face the SUV.
She releases a small squeal that excites me, and when she pushes back against me, I grab her wrists in one hand and kick her feet apart.
Then I step up behind her, bending her over the hood of the SUV.
After grabbing my switchblade from my sock, I flick it open, and she stills.
“M-Massio? W-What are you doing?”
“I’m going to spank your ass, Little Brat.
” I tug her school skirt up and flip it over her ass, then I slice her lace panties with the knife, gritting my teeth at the thought of her wearing something so sexy.
Does she wear these for other men’s pleasure?
Did she sleep with one of the guys she was with earlier?
Closing my knife, I slip it into my pocket.
The moment her panties fall into my fingers, I vow she’ll never wear something so obscene again. Nope, it’s about damn time someone controlled her, brought her back down to earth, and made her comply.
I wrap the lace around her wrists, and it frees my hand, allowing me to hold her neck in place on the hood of the SUV while my other hand massages the swell of her ass.
“Jesus, you have no idea how hot you look,” I whisper, taking in the glorious sight.
Her breathing has escalated, but she’s made no further attempt to move, and that speaks volumes. My little brat has just been waiting for someone to tame her.
Me.
I pull my hand back and deliver a sharp slap to her ass cheek.
She jolts and cries out.
Then I repeat the motion.
My palm stings, her cries fill the air, and after each assault on her ass cheek, I caress it, soothing the glowing redness of my punishment.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, flowing down my shaft like a geyser.
I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life, and I’m simply delivering a punishment.
“Are you sorry?” I grunt, and my hand connects with her ass again.
“Honestly?” she chokes out through tears. “No.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, and I have to give it to her; she’s not the weak liar I thought her to be.
Again and again, I spank her.
“Sorry yet?” I grind out. My cock needs to be indulged, and fast, before I come in my pants like a teenager.
She sniffles. “A little.”
Finally.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
She wiggles slightly, and that tells me more than she could ever understand. My little brat is turned on.
“I-I want to be.”
Exhilaration rushes through me, and I smooth over her hot little ass cheeks. “You find it difficult to be good, Little Brat?”
“A little, I guess.”
I lean over her and push her hair from her pretty, tear-streaked face, then I drag my tongue up her cheek and lick up her tears.
“Don’t worry, Little Brat. Sleep with one eye open because Daddy’s about to tame you.”