Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,96
or the other,” he said as he rolled his knuckles down my back.
“Yes, sir.” I tossed my head, trying to see what method of pain he was going to choose. A wooden spoon. Ugh.
“Uh-huh. Why do I have the distinct feeling that you’re going to disobey me every chance you get?” He issued two hard smacks on both sides of my bottom, the cracking sound reverberating into the room.
“No. No! I won’t.”
“I think we’re going to have to give you daily spankings for the time being.” Matteo delivered six more in rapid succession, moving from side to side.
The pain was biting, shifting down both legs. I panted as I tried to keep my hands on the floor even as I rolled my hips across his lap. I knew I was driving him crazy.
“So bad,” he whispered, cracking several more, hitting my sit spot just so.
I threw back my arm, wiggling again. “Ouch!”
“Pain is good for your soul.” He grabbed my wrist, holding it as he peppered several more smacks in rapid succession.
“It is not!” I bit back a cry as he continued with the spanking, even shifting to another implement. A freaking spatula. He was using a spatula to spank me. I moaned as the anguish increased along with my raging desire. With every hard strike, I was even more breathless.
He rubbed my bottom and I could almost feel the heat exploding in his fingertips. I could just imagine the color of my bottom, the bright crimson a reminder that he was very much in control.
I smiled inwardly at the thought as he started again.
“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!” I pitched and rolled as the spanking became more intense, enough so I was wailing like a schoolgirl.
“Five more.”
I bit back a nasty retort, holding my breath as he gave me the last five. By the time he was finished I was panting, wet and hot all over.
When he pulled me up onto his lap, brushing hair from my face, I could see such adoration in his eyes, enough so it almost crowded out the lust.
Almost.
I raked my fingers down his chest, tugging at his shirt.
“Is my baby girl hungry for something?”
“Very much so.” I continued fighting until I was able to slide my hands underneath, caressing his heated skin.
“Damn, woman. You are on fire.”
“You have no idea.”
He laughed softly then fought to jerk off his shirt, tossing it across the room. As I pressed my lips against his neck, he tossed his head, issuing several husky moans. I licked up and down then nipped his earlobe, still wiggling back and forth, the friction increasing.
“I can’t take it any longer,” he huffed, pushing me gently off his lap and unfastening his pants.
I took over, jerking both sides of material as he lifted off the chair, allowing me to drag the trousers and underwear down to his feet. I gingerly removed one shoe then the other before yanking the unwanted items away.
“Come here. You need to sit on my cock. Now.” His tone was gruff, his fingers beckoning.
I took a step backwards, still teasing, adoring the look in his eyes.
When he crooked a single finger, shaking his head, only then did I inch forward, straddling his lap. “Are you desperate for my pussy?”
“You have no idea.”
I rubbed back and forth until I knew he could take my taunting no longer. He gripped my hips, positioning me over the tip of his fully erect cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. As he guided the tip just past my swollen folds, I let out an exaggerated sigh.
“You’re not in control, my sweet girl,” he whispered a split second before pulling me all the way down.
“Oh, God!” His cock was so large, swelling, my muscles trying to accept his thick invasion. Whimpering, I eased my arms over his shoulders, staring him straight in the eyes as I began to rock him, moving forward and backward.
Matteo’s fingers dug into my skin as he held me, his eyes glistening. He was nothing but a savage and I loved every minute of taking what little control I would have.
As I moved into an even motion, he jutted his hips, pumping into me in a brutal fashion. We rocked together, explosive sensations rocketing through me. I tossed my head back and forth, my heart hammering, my blood surging through my veins. Nothing mattered but this moment together, unbridled passion.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Ride me hard,” he instructed, brushing one hand up my spine and fisting my hair.