Page 61 of Fatal Sloth

My hand begins to rub her reddened flesh, the touch gentle yet possessive. "Don't ever hide this sexy-ass body from me again. Got it, Piccolina?" I assert, locking eyes with her as she remains in a blissful state. "Hide from me again, and I'll punish you. I thought the spank would do, but I think you enjoyed that too much, didn't you?"

A blush spreads across her cheeks, but before she can respond, another thwack cuts through the air as I deliver a firm smack to her other ass cheek.

"Mhmm." Another moan slips from her lips again, her voice filled with desire as my hand massages the sting from her ass cheek. "I won't hide from you," she promises, her gaze locking mine in a sinful stare. Her pussy tightens around my cock in response to my touch, eliciting another pleasurable sigh from her.

I tap her ass again, this time more lightly than before, and she responds with a shiver of anticipation. "If your pussy grips my cock like that again," I murmur huskily, "I'm gonna come in your tight little pussy, again."

"The defiant part of me wants to cover my breasts, so you’ll spank me again, but we can try that later,” she says, her eyes shining with mischief as she looks up at me.

Tu sarai la mia morte.

“Not now?” I challenge.

“We’re already running behind. We can't be late,” she insists.

I meet her persistence with skepticism. “Says who? What are they gonna do if we’re late?" I challenge, with a bit of irritation.

She looks down, her expression betraying her fear of upsetting her father. Little does she know, I would go to any lengths to protect her from harm.

"Who are you?" I ask, seeking to reinforce her sense of identity.

Her response is timid, almost hesitant. "Mia Russo," she murmurs, her gaze dropping back down, and I deliver another tap to her ass, giving her a subtle reminder.

With deliberate gentleness, I use my thumb and forefinger to lift her chin until our eyes lock. "You belong to me, Mia Morelli," I assert firmly. "You answer only to me. Don’t make me remind you again, understand?"

I observe her blue eyes as understanding finally seems to seep into them, and any trace of confusion seems to disappear. It falls squarely on my shoulders to make damn sure she understands her position right beside me.

When she insists on being punctual, I realize we can't afford any more delays, although this was one delay I didn’t mind.

With a sigh, I reluctantly pull out of her, helping her readjust her panties over her perfectly shaved pussy.

"Wait," she interrupts, sitting up abruptly. "I need to clean up."

But my resolve hardens. "NO, you’re gonna have dinner with my cum leaking out of your pretty pussy, just to remind you who you belong to,” I say firmly and lift her to gently place her back in the passenger seat before securing her seatbelt.

Reaching back, I grab my discarded tie to clean up before tucking my dick back in my pants.

35

Mia

I sink back into the seat, adjusting my position with a wince. The dampness in my panties is uncomfortable, serving as a reminder of our spontaneous roadside encounter.

Heat rises to my cheeks as I steal a glance at Sebastiano, who gives me a sly smirk before returning his focus to the road ahead.

A mix of emotions swirls inside me—embarrassment at my reckless behavior, excitement tinged with a little bit of guilt, and a lingering sense of desire for the man sitting next to me. Despite the discomfort and the nagging worry about being late, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins. I’ve never had car sex before, let alone being tied to the steering wheel, completely at his mercy.

As the scenery rushes past the window, I try to push aside the conflicting thoughts and focus on a few calming breaths to get through seeing Dad and Karen. But Sebastiano's presence beside me, his knowing smirk, and the cloudy heat between us, make it difficult to concentrate on anything else but him.

With a sigh, I resign myself to the inevitable consequences of being late.

It was worth it, though.

Sebastiano's hand envelops mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, momentarily easing the anxious thoughts swirling in my mind. I watch the neighborhoods pass by, finding a brief distraction in the familiar sights. Despite the rush of adrenaline and the anticipation of what's to come, there's a sense of security in his touch that grounds me in the present moment.

Feeling his lips press gently against the back of my hand before placing my hand on his lap, floods me with warmth. It's a tender gesture, yet it still shows he's in control, enjoying every moment of my discomfort. He's getting a kick out of watching me squirm in my seat. Something about his dominance makes me crave more of him.

The closer we get to my dad’s house, the more the fear of being late begins to creep in––triggering an overflow of old doubts and insecurities. It's a battle I've fought countless times before and one I know I’ll have to fight once again.

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