Carlo
“Over my lap, principessa.”
That night, I get Summer naked for her punishment. I’m fully clothed, the way I like it for a power exchange scene.
I felt lighter after our discussion over brunch. I don’t talk about Mario with anyone, so having Summer share the burden and my secret changed things for me. I let her in.
She’s the first person I’ve really let in since I came to this country. The only one I’ve revealed this vulnerability to.
It’s easy when she offers up her vulnerability to me every minute of the day.
I need to figure out how to talk to Al about this. Summer is fully mineshe’s given herself to me, and I’m not letting her go.
She folds herself over my lap now. I haven’t touched her there yet, but her pussy already glistens with dew simply from the act of baring herself for me.
I stroke the curves of her muscular ass, down her long, shapely thighs. Fucking gorgeous. Drawing my hand back, I land a smack on the lower portion of her right cheek.
She holds still for me.
Such a perfect submissive. I love how soft and sweet she goes for me. The way she gives me moony looks from under those lashes.
I smack the other cheek, then rub the sting away. Warming her up slowly, I slap and stroke until her ass turns an enchanting shade of blush. Only then do I increase the intensity, spanking her harder and picking up the tempo.
She clenches her ass muscles and makes little gasping noises that make my already stiffened cock go rock hard. The gasps turn into grunts and little cries. I’m not giving her time to assimilate the pain, so it quickly overwhelms her senses. Sure enough, her hand comes flailing back, trying to cover. I catch her wrist and pin it behind her back.
Summer looks over her shoulder. “Carlo, I’m sorry!”
“I know. But you were a naughty girl, tesoro mio, and now your ass must pay the price.”
She wriggles as if trying to dodge my hand. “Please!”
I have no intention of stopping because the wriggling and the begging is just part of the game. I could spank her to tears, and she’d still be dripping wet for me. Summer’s wired as a true submissive, her masochism a complement or maybe a result of her dance career.
She’s a perfect complement to me. Satisfaction surges with each crack of flesh against flesh, the sting of my palm and the bounce of her cheeks fueling my lust.
I stop and caress her heated skin. Smooth the hair away from her face.
She looks back at me, a question on her face.
Leaning over, I kiss her temple and some of the tension leaves her body. She could probably take any amount of pain with enough positive encouragement.
“Reach back and pull open your naughty cheeks.” My voice sounds deep and rough.
“What?”
I lightly slap the back of her legs, right and left. “You heard me, beautiful. Therefore, the only correct answer is yes, sir.” I pop her twice more when she still doesn’t move.
“Yes, sir!” She makes a whimpering sound but reaches back and grips her reddened cheeks, gingerly pulling them open.
“Good girl.” I pick up the lube I placed on the table beside the sofa and squeeze a dollop out onto her little rosette.
She jumps.
Picking up the stainless-steel plug, I rub the rounded tip at her pussy’s entrance. She spreads her thighs and lifts her ass. “You’re so wet. You’d like me to fuck your pussy with this plug, wouldn’t you?” I do just that, pushing the large object into her dripping canal.
She humps my lap, trying to get more.
Abruptly, I pull it out and position it at her back hole. “When you’re naughty, Summer, you’ll experience my displeasure. I’ll make your ass red and sore before I take it with my cock.”
“Oh God,” she warbles, sounding both fearful and turned on.
Her inner thighs tremble, and her breath comes in little pants.
“Take it, principessa.” I push past her tight ring of muscles, gaining entrance.
“Oh… whew. Uhn.”
I love her noises. Easing the plug in further, I press it in and retreat, gradually stretching her tight hole until I work the widest part of the plug into her, and it seats.
“Ahhh.”
“That’s right, bambina. Your ass belongs to me, now.” I help her off my lap and onto her feet. Her legs wobble, and her eyes are glassy. “Now sit on that plug, open your knees and show me that pretty little pussy.”
Summer blushes.
I tug her down to sit at the end of the couch, her back against the armrest. She gasps at the contact of the plug going deeper inside her.
“Hold your knees open.”
Throwing me a doubtful look, she pulls her knees back to her shoulders, spreading her pudenda wide. Dew drips from her entrance, and her muscles shiver under my gaze.
Gathering some of her moisture, I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and stroke ever-so-lightly in a circle around the sensitive nub. Her pelvic floor lifts, and one of her knees kicks out of her hand.
I arch a mock-stern brow. “Hold still for me, principessa.”
She lets out a soft moan.
Again, I circle her clit with a feather-light touch.
“More, oh please, Carlo, more.”
“Go stand in the corner.” I point to a corner of my living room.
Her look of shocked disappointment is priceless. I lightly slap her inner thigh when she remains in position. Snapping her knees together, she struggles to stand and walks awkwardly, squeezing her ass together as if afraid the plug will fall out.
She looks hot as hell with my handprints on her ass and the handle of my plug marking the place I’ll soon be taking her.
Standing at the juncture of the two walls, she slips her hand between her legs.
“Ah, ah. No touching. You don’t get off until I say you get off. And right now, I want you in the corner thinking about who owns you.”
She peeks over her shoulder, face flushed, eyes glassy and wild. So fucking perfect.