Page 54 of Mafia Star

“What?”

“You know what this dynamic is. You know submitting isn’t actually handing over complete control. But it is letting someone else lead when you want to follow. It lets me focus on what’s happening in the moment. You would feel in control of at least this situation since you’d be doing the spanking. I’d feel in control because I’m letting you. I need this, Marco.”

“I do too. You know this is purely for getting us back to our equilibrium, right? This is not a punishment for you needing to sort out your feelings.”

“I know.”

“Come here, piccolina.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She shifts, so she’s lying across my lap. I squeeze her ass. I love her tits, but her ass makes me— I don’t even know because I want to fuck her no matter what. But her ass is a rush to me.

I bring my hand down, and it’s not gentle.

“I’m going to spank you ten times on each side. You are going to count each one.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

My palm lands on her right cheek.

“One.”

Now her left.

“Two.”

“No. I said ten on each side.”

“I know. I want to count to twenty. I want to know it’s that many.”

She turns her head to look at me. She’s as into the push and pull of pain and pleasure as I am. This is our homeostasis. I alternate sides, sometimes spanking both cheeks at once. She does a double count for those. Other ones land across her horizontal crack, pushing her clit into my thigh. I feel her rubbing it. If this were some sort of punishment, I wouldn’t allow it. But I want her to get off as many times as she can.

“Nineteen. Twenty.”

Tears are falling again, and she’s kicked her legs and grabbed the comforter several times. Relief fills her voice as she counts the last two. Her ass is bright pink. The moment it looked red, I made sure my hand landed somewhere new. I don’t want her to be in pain past this. When this is over, it’s over. I tug her right leg to bend and come near my hip. My fingers dive into her, my thumb rubbing her clit. She’s so wet it coats my fingers before they can even find her g spot. I thrust two in at first, but now I’m at three.

“All of it.”

“Does my little girl need me to fist fuck her?”

“Yes!”

I quicken the speed my three fingers work her as I guide her onto her hands and knees. My free hand slips beneath her as I shift to kneel behind her. I rub her clit as I keep working her cunt, sliding my hand each time I press in. I add my pinky as she moans over and over.

“Uh-uh-uh.”

Each thrust elicits a breathy sound until my entire hand finally slides in.

“Uh!”

Her body trembles as I continue to work her. I don’t let up on her clit as she pushes back against my hand.

“Safe word if I get too rough, Beth. I won’t be pleased if I hurt you.”

“Stop talking and fuck me harder.”

I yank my hands from her clit and spank her the hardest I ever have. I fist her hair and pull her back off her hands as I thrust my fist as deep as I dare.

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