fingers sliding through his hair and down his neck, my nails raking his back through the fabric of his shirt. Diego tilts my head and invades my mouth with his tongue, filling me with the taste and wet, warm feel of him. One of his hands slips between us, skimming my belly toward the edge of my thong. I part my legs when he slips his fingers inside, his knuckles running along my slit.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Please … Diego.”
With a grunt, he snatches his hand away and then spins me to face the wall. I’ve hardly caught my breath before he captures my hands behind my back and kicks my feet apart, leaving me vulnerable and spread.
“It’s too late for begging, gatita,” he rasps, lips trailing along the edge of my ear. “You asked for this.”
Confused and drowning in a haze of arousal, I try to look at him over my shoulder. I can only see the edge of his jaw and his full, perfect lips set in a hard, stern line. Fuck, it’s turning me on. Everything about him turns me on, even when try my best to hate him.
“But … you said if I was good—”
His hand cracks against one of my ass cheeks, shocking me into silence. My skin grows hot, leaving behind a tingling sensation.
“And you think you’ve been a good girl?” he growls, biting my ear until I yelp, then running his tongue over the throbbing skin. “You’re a goddamn tease and a troublemaker. Coming out of the house in that bikini and strutting around knowing I was watching, knowing how sexy you look. Then you come over and lay on me and start rubbing this tight ass all over my dick, and you thought you would get away with it?”
“I … I thought it would help convince Oleg and …”
He slaps me again on the opposite cheek. My legs jerk, and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet. My ass is uncomfortably hot and starting to throb, and I know he hasn’t even hit me as hard as he’s able to.
“You thought it would get me hot and bothered. You thought you could lead me around by the dick. But you’re forgetting one important thing, Elena. I own you. I can have you when I want, wherever I want, however I want, and no amount of teasing or games is going to change that. Do you understand?”
I’m too caught off guard by the question that I don’t answer fast enough to satisfy him. Three more sharp blows land on my ass, making me arch against the wall. The wide spread of my legs and his hold on my hands keeps me from bucking away, so I can only stand there with tears welling in my eyes and feel it all. He leans into me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my ass through his slacks. I’m panting and squirming in his hold, dizzy from the sensations racing through me—things I never realized could feel so good.
“I asked you a question, Elena.”
This time I respond on command, my cheeks clenching at the thought of another spanking. “Yes … I understand.”
He slaps my upper thigh, right where it meets my butt cheek, and the pain of it sends me up on my toes. A scream burns in my throat, but I choke it down, not wanting anyone to hear what’s going on in here. It’s already mortifying to know they’re probably speculating over what Diego is doing to me.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he whispers, squeezing my throbbing ass so hard my knees buckle. “Bad girls get punished. Are you a good girl, Elena? Or are you a bad girl who needs to be punished?”
Oh, God. My legs are shaking and the wall is the only thing keeping me on my feet. I can feel myself getting wetter the longer he does this to me, making me crave his depravity. I can’t believe I’m actually aroused by a spanking and the degrading things he’s saying to me … but damn, I can’t seem to control it. Something inside me is coming alive, reveling in having all control taken away and being forced to accept whatever Diego dishes out. There’s a rush in my veins that sends my head floating on a high better than the few times I’ve tried pot.
“I … I’m a good girl,” I whimper.
Diego snorts. “No, you’re not. But you will be when I’m finished with