Page 20 of She Belongs to Me

He brought his hand down four times, moving from one side to the other and I honestly thought I’d jump out of my skin. While the pain wasn’t horrific, the jarring effect of being treated this way stood out like a sore thumb.

I squirmed and wiggled enough I almost fell off his lap. He said something in Italian, which I was certain was chastising the bad little girl. Well, tough for him. He wasn’t the one getting spanked.

He cracked his hand down a few more times, the agony building to the point I bit my lower lip. I also shifted once again and his hard jerk of my body was followed by throwing one leg over both of mine.

Being captured by him felt strangely invigorating, the sheer electricity overwhelming and my desire off the charts. I was shocked how wet I’d become, catching a slight whiff of my hunger. It was as embarrassing as this moment, maybe more so. I certainly didn’t want him to think I had any impure thoughts.

I did what I could to shove them aside as the spanking continued. His hand was large, his palm even more so, and I was shocked just how painful the experience was. Over his lap, with his leg controlling both of mine as he turned my ass red, I’d never felt more in someone’s power.

And the man was powerful.

When he took a deep breath, adjusting the way he was sitting on the chair, I thought for certain the ugliness was over. I was wrong as usual. He took a few seconds to caress my bottom, acting as if he would soothe the ache. My buttocks were on fire, sensitive to the light touch.

“You’ll learn I have few rules in this house, ones that are meant to keep you safe. But do not defy me. I don’t accept people disobeying the rules kindly.”

I had to wonder if he spanked his employees. The thought was silly, but kept me momentarily sane.

He continued the horrible round of discipline, bringing his hand down over and over again. Straining over his lap was fruitless, but the pain was almost as bad as the knowledge that he must be able to see my glistening pussy. I tried not to whimper or make a single sound, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Finally, he caressed my aching butt one more time and sighed.

“That will do for now, Alexandra. I’m not trying to hurt you, simply provide you with a decent reminder.”

He’d done that alright. But his reminder was to stay far away from him.

For two reasons.

As he started to help me off his lap, I took control by shoving my hand down on his huge thigh. I was certain I’d stained his two-thousand-dollar trousers with my pussy juice. Oh, well. Maybe he deserved it.

My face was flushed all over again, my entire body trembling more from adrenaline and anger than anything. I kept my head down, concentrating on yanking my thong and shorts back into place.

When I was finished, I brushed both hands through my hair, shocked the long strands weren’t damp.

I remained embarrassed enough I couldn’t lift my head and look into his eyes, even defiantly. That wasn’t like my personality at all. I was a strong woman. I guess I’d been reduced to someone I didn’t recognize.

All I could do was concentrate on breathing.

“Take a few minutes and I’ll show you around the estate. I need to make a phone call. I’ll be back in less than ten minutes.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, rising to his feet. He shocked me by pushing in his chair like a good boy.

Was I warped or what?

He left the room, obviously dismissing me. I wasn’t certain whether to be incensed or not. I stood watching him leave, wondering once again how I’d gotten myself into this predicament.

CHAPTER 7

Nico

A goddamn spanking. I wasn’t even entirely certain why my brain had gravitated to something so primal. So Neanderthal. Had my goddaughter deserved it? Yes, she had. She had zero remorse for almost getting herself killed. Was it admirable she cared so much for her friend? Yes, it was, but I hadn’t lied. In my world it would be a huge weakness with a neon sign announcing it.

Still, I was furious with myself. Not necessarily for attempting to help her understand she couldn’t do stupid things. For the way my mind had drifted prior to and after the spanking.

To my more erotic thoughts.

I had no business thinking of her any differently than I had for almost twenty-five years. She was my goddaughter, a young woman who still needed my help. I stormed into my office, resisting slamming the door, but the thoughts and feelings remained.

They’d become especially bad after touching her more intimately. No, a spanking wasn’t always about passion. Usually, it was about an act of discipline and nothing more, but for me, it had been the closest I’d been to a woman in one hell of a long time. I had my reasons. Didn’t everyone? While mine wasn’t as tragic, it was a huge reason I didn’t want to be close to anyone ever again.

Maybe that’s why I’d kept Alexandra at arm’s distance. Or maybe it was just about guilt for not being able to save Gregory’s life. That mattered no longer. She was here and possibly to stay permanently.