Page 54 of Trust Me

“I’ll buy you a hundred more if you want, but it’s in my way,” he grumbles, setting my back down on the couch, laying me out for him.

I suddenly get nervous, my knees knocking together.

“We can stop, dolcezza,” he says softly as his body hovers over mine.

“I-I want you,” I stutter. “But I’m nervous. This is all new.”

His lips press against my cheek and then the other. “Let’s go to bed, c’mon.”

“I watched you,” I speak up, catching him off guard, hoping it’ll convince him to stay. He eyes me speculatively, so I continue. “That night out here when you were jacking off with my name on your lips.”

“And?” he prompts, not a hint of embarrassment at being caught.

“I touched myself watching. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before,” I admit. “Your cock looked so big, it’s kind of scary, to be honest.”

He laughs at that, his eyes dark once again. “For one, I love that you touched yourself watching me. It’s so fucking sexy. Makes me want to say to hell with my manners and treat you like the brat that you are.”

My hips arch at his words, seeking friction. He notices and wraps one of my legs around his waist, allowing me to rock against his thigh.

“Two, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. When it’s time, I’ll prepare you properly, make sure you’re dripping for me. I’ll stretch you first with my fingers, and when I feel like there’s enough room, I’ll slowly push my cock into you.”

I moan loudly, rocking my hips against his thigh in response.

“Not right now, though. Tonight, I want to get you off. If you’re sure.”

“I am. Touch me, please,” I beg unashamedly.

Elio places his hand on the leg that’s wrapped around his waist, skating his fingers down from my knee to my inner thigh. My breath catches when the tips of his fingers hit the string of my panties.

“You tell me to stop, and I will, okay?” he says, keeping his eyes on mine.

“Keep going,” I urge him, needing to feel his hands on me.

Elio slips a single finger under the material, running it down my slit and inside my center, where I can feel him spread my wetness. I’m soaked.

A grunt erupts from his chest as he takes his finger out, then brings it up to his lips where he sucks it into his mouth. “Fucking delicious,” he murmurs appreciatively.

Wow. I have no words for once. They all left my brain.

“Your cunt is soaked. Is that for me, dolcezza?” His voice is husky, unlike the smooth one I’m used to.

“I was on a date…maybe it was for him,” I taunt him, loving the way his eyes flare with irritation. If there’s one thing I enjoy doing, it’s giving him a hard time.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman about this because that’s what you deserve.” He blows out a breath, closing his eyes. When they reopen, there’s a fire in them. “But I think I might give you what you want.”

I nod fervently, not wanting him to treat me like a porcelain doll, but rather like I’m his, willing to bend and form to his will. I didn’t expect myself to crave that with him, but I do. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else to do it.

He wraps an arm under my waist, hauling me up so he can place me ass-up over his lap as he sits on the couch. Elio tugs at the scraps of my dress, pushing them over my hips, leaving my ass exposed on his lap. I squirm on his lap, needing him to do something to ease the ache that’s intensified between my thighs.

Before I can ask for something, anything, he delivers a smack to my ass, the sound echoing in the living room. I yelp at the sting, which then unfurls into pleasure.

What is wrong with me? Why do I like this?

He delivers another on the opposite cheek, his other hand yanking on my hair, lifting my head up so that he can whisper in my ear. “This is what happens when you’re a brat. You’ll get spanked until you learn your lesson. Got it?”

“And what’s my lesson?” I ask, my breath shaking.

“To never mention another man’s name when I’m the reason you’re soaking wet,” he says as his palm lands on my cheek once more, a whimper leaving my lips.

---