Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head.
“Good girl. Then you let me undress you.”
She watches my every move, as I unbutton and slide her jeans off. She lies in front of me wearing lace-trimmed panties and a bra, and my mouth goes dry, my throat tightens. She’s everything. Fucking everything. The thought of what will happen after this doesn’t matter now. Nothing does, except getting closer to Mia, letting her know how much she means to me, and making her feel safe.
I kneel on the bed beside her and let my gaze travel over her perfect, gorgeous body, from the graceful curve of her neck to the gentle slope that leads to her breasts, her delicate belly with a tiny silver stud, and full hips I want to bite, her gorgeous, voluptuous thighs, and why have I never noticed the little birthmark right there, right below her pussy on her inner thigh?
Without conscious thought, I bend and kiss it, and her body tremors beneath me.
“Enzo,” she whispers. “Sir.”
I look up at her and reach for her hand, entwining my fingers with hers.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love when you look at me that way.”
“What way, baby?”
But she shakes her head. “I don’t know how to describe it.”
“As if you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on? Hell yeah, baby.”
Kneeling beside her, I unbutton my shirt and whip off my t-shirt. I don’t miss the little mewls and breaths she takes. She likes what she sees, too, and doesn’t even try to hide it. I slip out of my pants and toss them to the side of the bed, then kneel beside her wearing only my boxers.
“Are we going to do this?” she whispers.
Holding her gaze, I nod. We have to. There’s no turning back now, no choice. I’ve staked my claim and she’s staked hers, and we’ll deal with the aftermath of this, but not now. Not tonight.
“Take off your bra,” I say. I love undressing her but want to watch her obey me.
Her eyes on mine, she reaches for the clasp, unfastens it, and the silky fabric slides to the floor with the rest of her clothes.
“Utter fucking perfection,” I groan. I bend to her and grasp the waist of her panties. She lifts her hips, helping me slide those off, too, then reaches for my boxers.
I nab her wrist and wave a finger warningly. “You know better than that, baby.”
The coy grin she gives me tells me she does.
“Maybe it was a mistake waiting on that spanking.”
She squirms beneath me and swallows hard.
Maybe she needs more than sex. She needs to know I’m in charge.
“On your knees, chest down, Mia.”
She blinks, then scrambles to obey. She’s on her knees, hands planted in front of her, that gorgeous fucking ass in the air on display. She looks over her shoulder at me, shooting me a mischievous grin. I slam my palm against her ass.
Her mouth parts open, her gaze growing lust-filled and needy.
I spank her again. “That’s for touching yourself,” I tell her. I give her another swat, my palm connecting with her naked skin. My dick jerks and lengthens when she yelps and squirms. I spank her harder. “Your pleasure belongs to me.”
“Yes, sir,” she pants, rocking her hips, welcoming the smack of my palm on her skin. My pants still dangle on the edge of the bed. I reach over, grab my belt buckle, and slide the leather through the loops. Facing the bed, her head down, she’s bracing for the next spank and doesn’t notice me slipping the leather belt into a loop.
I place my hand on her back, bring the folded leather back, and smack it against her naked skin.
She gasps and flinches. “Enzo!”
I lash her again with my belt. “Try that again.”
“Sir!”
I paint her rosy pink with the leather, careful not to strike the same place twice, my belt falling over and over until she’s squirming and panting.
“Do you touch that pussy?”
“No, sir!”
I lash her again.
“Do you talk back to me?”
“No, sir.” Her shocked tone of voice melts to a more seductive purr. She’s past the initial sting, melting into this now. She needs tenderness tonight, and I’ll give her that, but a good spanking will help her let go. Help her forget.
“Good girl,” I say approvingly. I glide the folded belt between her legs, tap her inner thighs, and she rocks her hips.
“Do I tolerate disobedience?”
“Mmm, no sir.”
I release the folded leather and leave a tail, thread it between her legs and glide it where she’s aching for friction.
“Good girl,” I repeat. “You took your spanking like a good girl.”
And she did, staying in position and bracing for each lash. I drop my belt to the floor and turn her over. Her eyes are lust-filled and eager, her cheeks as pink as her ass.
“That hurt,” she whispers. “But it hurt damn good.”
She’s perfect for me. Fucking perfect.
I hold her wrists and capture her gaze.
“I want to fuck you, Mia. You got what you had coming, now I’m going to take what’s mine.”
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
I can’t help but tease her. “And what if I told you this was part of your punishment? That you’d have to wait another day?”
Her brows snap together and she glares at me, but before she can promise to cut off my balls, I shake my head.
“I’m teasing, Mia. I want this as bad as you do.”
I reach for the bedside table and take out a condom. My hand shakes when I roll it on. I’ve never fucked a virgin and sure as hell never fucked a girl I cared for. Not like this. Not like Mia.
She watches, biting her lip.
“You nervous, baby?”
She shakes her head.
“A little. But I trust you.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“You think that belt whipping you just gave me tickled?”
That makes me chuckle. God, I love her. I love her. I won’t say it, I can’t, not now, not when so much is at stake and I need her to feel safe. But I do. I love this woman.
I brace myself above her and ease my cock between her slick, swollen folds. Her arms encircle my neck and her body raises to meet me.
“Please, sir,” she begs.
“I gotta take it easy. We’ll get there.”
I slide the tip of my cock in her channel, gently pushing her open. She isn’t breathing, still with expectancy and want. With effort, I glide in her so slowly it’s torture, break through her barrier, and victory rolls through me.
She’s mine. She’s fucking mine.
“Oh God, sir,” she groans. “God.”
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“A little.”
I thrust, and she winces, but I quickly build a gentle rhythm that makes her moan instead. Her pussy milks my cock with perfection, so tight. Her guttural groans and panting spurs me on.
“Feels…so…good,” she whispers, her arms tightening on my neck as I glide in and out. I hold her to me, reveling in this moment. She’s safe. She’s mine. No one can hurt her, not when she’s with me, not when I own every inch of her. There’s no other place on earth she’s safer than here, with me.
I pump in and out, and she thrusts her hips along with me.