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VIRGIN – A MAFIA BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.
I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me.
I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do.Then I found out what happens to bad little girls.
She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that.
I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand.
I planned to take her over my knee.
Then I decided to take her as mine.
I emerge from the shadows. Dante’s no longer on the couch. He’s in the kitchen. Standing behind a high barstool that he’s moved to the center of the room. His hands rest on the back of the stool. His gaze is locked on mine.
I approach warily. Why do I feel as if I’m walking into a trap? I hand him his phone. Thank him for the use of it.
“How’s Rockland?” he asks.
“Doing well. But I assume you’ve already spoken to him.”
“I may have.”
I raise a brow to him. “And tattle-taled on me?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“He asked. I answered.”
“What’s the chair for?”
“It’s your naughty chair.”
An ice-cold tension rises from my center. He’s got to be kidding.
“A naughtychair? I’m a grown woman!”
“Are you?” His gaze is cutting. His face smug.
“Yes. Look at me.” I brush my hands over my body.
“Pull your skirt up.”
“You heard me. Pull your skirt up.”
I don’t want to obey. I want to run. But where would I go? And something about the set of his jaw tells me it’d be best if I follow his orders. Creeping heat melts the ice and rises in my skin. My knees weaken. I can’t believe I’m complying. But somehow, I’m grabbing the hem of my skirt. Inching it up until it’s around my thighs.
“Now pull your panties down. Just until they’re right under the curve of your bottom.”
My face burns. I stare at my feet and do as he commands. Holding my skirts up, I hook my fingertips in the waist of my simple white cotton panties. I tug them down, leaving them around the tops of my thighs. I feel so naughty. So childish. So… hot. His commanding tone, his authoritative stance… it has my nipples peaking beneath my bra. My pussy pulsing in my bunched-up panties.
“There you go. Now hold your skirts up. And turn around and show me your bottom.”
“I…” My protest is cut off as he gives me the look. The one that makes my insides twist… and my core turn to liquid.
But, again, I do as he says. I lift my skirt, overly aware of how exposed my bare bottom is. Cool air rushes up my skin. A gush of arousal immediately rushes between my legs.
Inwardly I groan. Shame fills me; I’m completely humiliated, standing here before him, his eyes admiring my bared bottom, pink from his earlier punishment. This is not the scenario I imagined taking off my clothes for a man for the first time.
“Keep your skirt in place. Now, why would I have you standing here like this—a grown woman with her spanked bottom exposed like a naughty little girl?” My mouth gapes as I stand speechless. He’s more than happy to answer his own question. “She needs a lesson in obedience. Obviously the first punishment didn’t take and someone needs to be punished again.”
“Again! What did I do?” My fingers clutch around the material of the skirt of my dress.
“I think you know.”
My mind whirrs, flashing through the moments of the day. A sinking feeling enters my stomach. The bathroom—when he told me to stay, but I didn’t and I opened the door to join him. “I was scared—”
“This is going to be your naughty chair. For me to spank you. Other times you can sit on it and think about obeying me. Come,” he pats the seat, “try it out.”
It’s humiliating. I know I should run, fight, refuse. But where would I go? Race toward the bulletproof glass only to smash into the sides like a bug trapped beneath a cup? Also, there’s the curious pulsing in between my legs. Getting warmer and rising in my core. I stare at his stony face. Jaw set, determined to teach me a lesson.
My knees feel weak, my legs made of gelatin. My bare bottom exposed, I shuffle over, the humiliation rising with every difficult step. My panties pull around the tops of my thighs, restricting my movement.
I’m beside the chair. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I sneak a glance at him and the authoritative set of his features releases a gush of arousal. My body is betraying me. My legs should be running, my arms pushing him away. Yet… I stand here, holding my skirts obediently. Hovering by a chair he has deemed my naughty chair.
I shoot him one last pleading glance. He’s not budging. I take a deep breath, angle myself over the seat. Even worse than bending over is the knowledge he will want me to lift my own dress. With shaking fingers, I raise my skirt, quickly flipping it over my back. The cool air rushes over my skin, my bottom fully exposed to him.
I lay over the chair, my stomach pressing into the seat.
My head hangs down. I don’t know what to do with my arms so I grab the legs of the chair. My long hair falls around my face, making a curtain of privacy. He’s picked this stool because it’s the perfect height for me. My panties are rolled tightly beneath my bottom, my skirt up and over my back. My bare bottom is stuck out as if it’s beckoning him, begging for his attention. I’m careful to keep my legs closed tightly together so as not to give him a peek of my pussy, slick with arousal.
I sense him walking around the chair. Standing behind me. My fingers tighten around the chair legs. Then I feel the light stroking of the tips of his fingers over my skin, sending chill bumps down the backs of my thighs. The first real touches of a man on my body. There’s a rush in my womb, my breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight.
He says, “Or, at a time like this, you may bend over it to have your bottom plugged by me.” The warm turned-on feeling stops cold. Is he serious? Putting something… into my bottom?
I’ve got to get out of here. Make it to a bedroom and lock myself in until this godforsaken shield lifts. My muscles tense and I raise my head, gazing at the stairs. I take a deep breath and prepare to raise my torso, planning to shove past him and run like I’m a finalist at a track meet. I start to straighten, but he’s anticipated my move. His hand presses into my lower back, holding me down against the seat. His arm is like lead. He’s too strong. Too fast. My head hangs in defeat.
His hand presses harder into my back. “Going somewhere?”
“You can’t do this to me! My cousin will kill you. He will gut you. He will—”
My words are cut off by my gasp as he gives my bare ass a hearty slap with his hand. I suck air between my teeth as the sting spreads—his hand is massive, and half my ass is on fire from his one spank. He says, “Your cousin will thank me.”
I stare over my shoulder, glaring at him. How could Rockland do this to me? How could he allow this sadist to punish me this way? I can see just enough of him to watch in horror as he pulls from his pocket a slim tube and something shiny. It’s small and narrow and silver. I watch him, wide-eyed as he squeezes a good amount of jelly on the tip of what must be the plug.
My fight returns. I struggle against him. “That. Is notgoing inside of me.”
“Isn’t it?” My struggle stops as I freeze in horror—his fingers are in the cleft of my ass! His strong fingers are pressing my cheeks apart. I clench my muscles as tightly as possible, fighting off the invasion. His deep, smooth voice croons, “Spread your legs for me, honey.”
“Not on your life, sweetheart,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
His fingers push harder in between my glutes. He’s centimeters away from my rear entrance. “Makes it easier, but it’s your choice.”
I calculate my options. I have none.
I’m going to have to open my legs. Showing him my pussy in all its glistening glory. Wet from his words, his face, his touches. Sweat pricks at my brow, my heart exploding in my chest.
I’ll be exposing myself for the first time to a man. It’s a heady sensation—the idea of him getting a glimpse of my puckered hole, my wanting pussy. I could have lubed the damn plug myself, I’m so wet. And he’s about to see all of that. Every inch of the most secret parts of my body.
I try to breathe as I inch my legs apart. The elastic waist of my panties digs into the flesh of my thighs. Air rushes over the aching between my legs.
What is he thinking? Is he turned on? Can he smell the scent that reaches me—the warm earthy musk of my own arousal?
When he speaks, his voice is gruff, husky. “Take a deep breath,” he says, stroking my back lightly. The tone of his words, the lightness of his touch make me feel he’s as affected as me. Making my core throb. I shift my weight on my toes.
The cold tip of that… thingis pressing against my entrance. Pushing gently. The pressure is strange, yet erotic. I find a kitten-like mewing rising in my throat. My body betrays me again. I clench, my orifice trying to fight this intruder. In retaliation, it presses harder, the tip pushing past my unwilling muscles. I moan, the stretching sensation of my ass sends a gush from my pussy.
He pushes again.
More stretching, more pressure, and the head is inside of me. I release a little whine of shame, confusion. But the arousal continues to pool between my legs as he gives the plug one final push.
It’s all the way inside of me.
Now, wasn’t that HOT? Don’t forget there are three other books in the series!
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