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He broke the kiss and looked at me with a wicked grin.
I bit my lip as a wave of pleasure shot through me. I was so close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice barely more than a whisper.
“It’s not a very long ride to the venue,la mia bambina,” he ventured, and I rocked my hips again, this time succeeding in brushing my clit against the rough pads of his fingers.
“Please…”
But then, he lifted his hand away and smacked my pussy, using the flats of his fingers to punish me. I let out a sharp cry, more out of shock than pain, the sound echoing through the limo. My body clenched tight, and I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his suit jacket.
“That was quite bold,bambina, trying to take your own pleasure for yourself,” he chided, as he smacked my pussy several more times.
“That hurts!” I whined, but he kept going.
“I’m going to spank this pussy bright pink as punishment, naughty girl. I want you to remember who’s in charge with every step you take tonight,” he growled, and he swatted between my legs several more times until my entire pussy felt like it was on fire.
And then he began to stroke me again, his touch gentle now, coaxing. I felt tears spring to my eyes, but they weren’t from pain.
They were from relief.
“Now, you’re going to come for me,la miabambina. You’re going to come fast and hard. If you don’t come by the time we reach the venue, then I’m going to tell the driver to pull over and I’ll pin you over my lap, spread that pussy open wide, and spank that disobedient little clit until it’s cherry red and you’re one very sore and very sorry little girl,” he demanded.
“I understand, sir,” I breathed, my heart practically thumping in the back of my throat as a mixture of excitement and fear swirled through me. I don’t know where the ‘sir’ had come from. It just kind of came out and then it felt right.
With his eyes locked onto mine, Massimo began to rub his fingers over my clit with slow, steady circles, his touch light and teasing. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. I needed more.
Oh, God.
Did he want to punish me? Did I want him to?
My pussy was already stinging, the flesh between my thighs thoroughly scalded from nothing more than his firm hand.
“Please,” I begged, lewdly rocking my hips back and forth, trying to coax him to touch me more firmly, to give me something more so that I could come undone before we reached our destination.
He smirked at my neediness, the pad of his thumb lightly brushing against the bundle of nerves and sending a wave of heat pulsing through my veins.
I couldn’t take it.
I was too wound up.
Without thinking, I reached down between my legs, and he caught my wrist before I could touch myself. In an instant, my stomach felt like it dropped to the tips of my toes.
“Bad girl. Now I’m going to have to spank this pussy beet red after all,” he said darkly.
No. No. No.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Without a word, he quickly pinned me over his lap by wrapping an arm around my waist. I tried to close my thighs, but he quickly smacked each inner thigh hard. I squealed as he did it, but quickly spread my legs, allowing him access to my throbbing pussy.
Smack!
A yelp escaped my throat as the palm of his hand struck my pussy hard. A volley of sizzling fire exploded between my thighs, and I cried out. He smacked between my thighs several more times, far more firmly than before and I struggled to take it, but I didn’t have any choice. The burning grew hotter, sharper, and I found myself whimpering and moaning and writhing over his lap.
“I’m sorry, sir!”
“Who decides when you come,little girl?” he scolded.