Page 38 of Isle of Seduction
She doesn’t answer but keeps wiggling in place, trying to get friction. When the dress sits above her hips and I see the wet spot on her underwear, I know she won’t say a thing and I send a grateful prayer to whoever is in heaven for sending me such a dirty angel.
Keeping a hand on her nape, I smack the other on her ass, three in quick succession. Her small cries fill the room and create the most beautiful soundtrack I’ve ever heard. I’m not big on inflicting pain, all I want is her submission, but she takes it so fucking well, I keep going.
Another slap, another cry turning into a moan.
I massage the sting away, the heat under my palm travelling all the way to my groin. My blood sings with the sound of her pain and I feel like I could come just by spanking her ass raw.
The next few smacks bring the tears and it’s the most stunning she’s ever been, and she is absolutely gorgeous every fucking day.
“Cry for me, guerrieritta.”
I switch cheeks and continue my assault on her ass, leaving the print of my hand on the firm skin and her thighs, revelling in seeing my marks on her.
Then something wonderful happens. Her body goes slack and the cries only come out as breathy moans, the fight completely leaving her body.
“You’re taking your punishment so well, sweetheart,” I coo while caressing the hot skin of her legs and she whimpers, fully seated in subspace.
I drop to my knees behind her, licking a path up the back of her thighs to the red marks of my hands on her arse cheeks, eliciting a path of gooseflesh everywhere my tongue touches. The power it gives me is a rush like no other, my own head floating, my body tingling and ready to burst at the seam.
Nothing has ever compared, no headline about me, no winning opinion poll. Nothing.
Giulia trembles underneath my ministrations and mewls, out of her mind with desire. I tug her thong down along her legs, careful to not drag the lace on her heated flesh. I’m rewarded by the view of her glistening cunt and I can’t resist gliding my fingers along her wet folds. “Look at you, drenched from being spanked like the dirty little slut you are. You want more, don’t you?” I ask while sliding a single finger from entrance to clit and up again.
Her eyes are closed, but I want her to see me, to watch as I make her writhe and grind her pussy on my hand like the desperate girl she is. I smack her arse again, without respite, talking through gritted teeth. “Look at who’s making you come.”
Her green eyes are still droopy and full of spark, the trace of her tears on the corner making me bend over her back to lick them off.
“Please.”
I groan at her sweet begging. She doesn’t need to do it twice. I fall to my knees and lick her weeping pussy, her taste bursting on my tongue like my favourite flavour. I grip her hips in my hands, leaving another bruise and exploring the softness and smooth skin of her legs. Fuck, she’s addicting.
She starts to rock back and forth, fucking herself on my tongue. I lick and suck until she crests, then slap her ass again harshly until she cries and her pussy contracts and floods my mouth. I lick every fucking drop and insert a finger to feel how she’d milk my cock.
When she’ll allow me into her body, I’m gonna be fucked.
What was supposed to be a punishment turned out to be my downfall. There’s no way I’ll ever let her go now that I know how sweet she really tastes.
When she comes down from her orgasm, her knees give up on her and I hold her up until I can pick her up bridal style, then lay her on top of me on her bed.
She bursts out laughing. “I feel floaty.”
Yep, she’s well in subspace.
While she comes back to reality, I caress her back in a soothing pattern, then comb her hair with my fingers and just watch her. She might not realise it and she probably will deny it but she let herself go, confident that I could catch her. It’s not a small vote of confidence and it’s not something I’ll take for granted. She just gave me a little peek into what it would be like to care for her, to have her as mine, really mine.
With her body draped across mine and the syncing of our heartbeats, her breathing evens out and she passes out on my chest. My own collapses at the sight.
Every person that ever trusted me and loved me got hurt or died. Maybe it’s not such a good idea to pursue her. I’m conflicted but I know I can’t let her go.
SIXTEEN
HE EVEN COOKS VEGAN FOOD
For a week, I distract myself from thoughts of Andrea spanking me and making me come—again—by giving my all to my future baby. I start my day at Rouge early and come back late, eating on the go to avoid my husband. Being in the same room as him is dangerous, and I feel myself falling ever since he first touched me at the fundraiser. I barely have any reason to say no anymore.
Getting information on Addams is taking way longer than I wanted. Andrea, Nico and I have started looking for the missing nanny and maid Piper talked about, but so far, we haven’t been able to locate them or even find out if they’re alive.
I come home from Rouge’s renovations site one evening when I hear a feminine voice coming from the kitchen at the end of the hall. The rage and heat that travel through my body when hearing Andrea’s laugh right after something she says knocks the wind out of me.