40

Jenna
Alex deserves a medal. He’s shown endless patience playing fashion model to me all afternoon and into the evening-trying on endless combinations of clothing, shoes, sunglasses until I’m satisfied he’s the best-dressed man on the island.
When we go to pay for it, I pull out the credit card Nico Tacone set me up with, but Alex snatches it out of my hand and folds it in half until it breaks. He tosses his own card on the counter.
I can’t say I’m surprised, but I feel like a naughty coed losing her credit card privileges. Which reminds me of Alex’s little quirk last night. I turn on my best sex kitten voice and wiggle a finger through the buttonhole on his new shirt. “Is Daddy taking away my allowance?”
He grabs my wrist, eyes going dark with lust.
The salesgirl smirks as she rings up the mountain of clothes I picked out for him.
He pulls my fingers to his mouth and bites my knuckle, then kisses it. His lips are impossibly soft for such a manly man. “I’m gonna do more than that to you, piccolina.”
I press my body up against his. “Oh, yeah?” I purr.
“Believe it,” he whispers.
A shiver runs up my spine and a slow pulse starts between my legs.
By the time we pay for the clothing and catch a cab back to the hotel, I’m horny as hell. Alex walks me straight to my suite. I’m thinking he’s just dropping me off, but he comes in.
“Don’t you want to bring those clothes back to your place?”
He shakes his head. “I’m moving in here. Somebody needs to keep an eye on you, and that somebody is me.”
I twirl a lock of hair, playing coquette. “Because I’m so bad?”
His lips twitch. “That’s right.” His voice is deeper than usual. His presence fills the suite, overpowers me.
“Are you going to spank me again?” My heart races at my daring.
He purses his lips like he’s considering, then nods slowly. “I’m going to spank your ass every night until you agree to come home with me.”
My stomach knots just a bit at the home with me part. Because I wish he meant it literally, but he doesn’t. He means home to my father. This is a duty for him. But one he happens to be enjoying at the moment. And I intend to enjoy it with him.
“You think that will change my mind?” I pivot my hips right and left like I’m swishing a skirt.
He gives a nonchalant shrug. “Eventually, I’ll bring you to heel.”
My pussy clenches at the idea of his taking me in hand.
He crooks a finger. “You’re just begging for that spanking right now, aren’t you, cara?”
When I don’t move, he snatches my wrist and pulls me up against his hard body. “Come here, baby. You’ve been teasing me with that ass all day long. It’s time for payback.”
I swoon a little. I freakin’ love when he talks tough with me. I’m wearing a pair of skin-tight white capri jeans and he unbuttons them.
My legs tremble as he pulls them down over my ass, all the way to my ankles. He crouches at my feet, infinitely gentle as he tugs them off one foot and then the other.
“And now for these.” He peels down my lace panties.
I suck in a breath. I shaved myself bare for him when I took a shower before we went shopping.
He’s not disappointed. “Oh, baby. Oh, fuck, baby. Look at that pussy.” He brushes my nether lips with his thumb, then curls my toes when he drags his tongue in a long line up the seam. “Did you do this for me, amore?”
“Um…” I can’t speak because he’s applying his tongue to my clit.
He pulls back, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me you keep this pussy shaved on the regular.”
I step back, because he’s being a prick. “Why not?”
He stands up, still frowning. He pulls my blouse off over my head. “Because I can’t fucking stand knowing this sexy pussy was right there. Every fucking time I talked to you. Every time another guy talked to you.” His voice is rough.
I give a shaky laugh. “You’re nuts, Alessandro, you know that?” I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss.
He claims my mouth with bruising force, at the same time he unhooks my bra in the back and pulls it off my shoulders.
It’s just like last night-I’m naked, he’s fully dressed.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulls me to the couch again, and across his knees. I’m creaming so hard for him, I’ll probably wet his trousers. Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him.
“Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass.
I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?”
He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” I complain, reaching back to cover. “Am I really in trouble?”
“Oh, you’re in worlds of trouble, amore. Worlds.”
“Why-ouch! Alex!”
He stops and rubs his large palm in a circle over my smarting ass, soothing away the sting. “For starters”-he slaps me again-“you’ve made me suffer all these years. You enjoyed my fucking suffering. Every time you pranced by me at your father’s house wearing something highly inappropriate.” He gives me three hard slaps. My whole ass twitches and tingles now, heat settling in.
“It’s not my fault you came by when I was still in my jammies,” I choke, remembering a time when his eyes nearly bugged out at seeing me in a cami top and short shorts.
“Those were not jammies!” Clearly he remembers the same scene. And clearly it still bothers him because his hand crashes down so hard I lose my breath. Each spank jiggles my lady bits, making them swell between my legs.
“Alex-ouch! Please!”
“I’m not stopping this spanking until you apologize.” He’s still spanking fast and hard and I’m losing the fun of it now.
“I’m sorry!” I holler.
“I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy,” he prompts.
“I’m sorry I was a cock-tease, Daddy!” I shout back.
He stops spanking and rubs.
Endorphins must be kicking in, because the pain has changed. It’s just a pulsing, heat and the throb of my clit, needy and swollen between my legs.
“Good girl.” Alex strokes me with both hands, one running up and down my back while the other circles my ass. “You took your spanking so well, cara mia.”
“You were mean,” I sulk, because-yeah. It was definitely more than I bargained for. I guess if he spanked me that hard last night, I didn’t notice because I was drunk.
“I know, baby, but Daddy’s going to reward his princess, too.” He pulls me up and arranges me on his lap, my back facing his front. He drapes my knees on the outside of his, spreading me wide. “Does this pretty pussy need some attention from Daddy now?”
“Y-yes,” I breathe as he taps my clit.
He gives it a light slap and I jerk in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but I never knew it was a thing. “Put your hands behind your head, baby girl.”
My movements stutter on the way to obey him, not quite sure what he wants, but then I understand. The position lifts and separates my breasts, which he now reaches around to squeeze and cup. He tugs my nipples, pinches them, rolls them between his fingers. I wriggle on his lap, wanting the attention to return south.
It does, shortly.
“Now, leave your hands there, piccolina. I’m going to spank your pussy. Do you think you can come from nothing more than a pussy spanking?” He gives my lady parts a sharp tap.
“I-I don’t know.” Until a moment ago, I didn’t even know what a pussy spanking was. I’m one part scared, two parts excited.
“Let’s find out.” He slaps again and again-not hard, but firm. Pleasure blooms, hot and furious, heat gathering and pulsing. He picks up his speed, lightening the spanks so they’re quick tap-tap-taps. I throw my head back over his shoulder, moaning for release. I want to move my hands, but I don’t want to disobey him.
“Alex,” I pant. “Alex.”
He understands me, slapping even faster.
I climax. My hands fly off my head, searching for his and when I find it, I tear at his hair. He keeps up his quick taps, as I plunge into ecstasy, my body releasing in a shock of heat and tingles.
“That’s it, baby,” Alex murmurs in my ear.
I’m still in outer space, rocketing around the moon, but his lips against my skin bring me back, ground me.
“Alex.”
“Say thank you, Daddy.” He screws one finger into my tight channel and I gasp and push against it.
“Thank you, Daddy.”