Page 69 of My Best Friend's Dad

My head tried to rationalize how I could not be in trouble, but in every scenario, my bottom ended up bare and marked with Vincenzo’s belt.

The drive home felt longer than usual, the weight of what awaited me sinking in with every passing mile. By the time Tony pulled into the driveway, I was a mix of nerves and regret. Vincenzo was going to be furious.

And your ass is going to be really sore when he’s done with you.

Tony parked the car and helped me out, his arm around my shoulders to steady me. As we walked up to the house, the frontdoor opened, and Vincenzo stood there, his expression a storm of worry and anger.

“What the hell happened?” Vincenzo demanded, his eyes locking onto mine.

“I didn’t mean to get in troubl—” I started, but the words slurred together, and I couldn’t make them better.

“She had a bit too much to drink,” Tony said calmly. “The cops showed up, and I had to get her out of there.”

Vincenzo’s jaw tightened, and he looked at me, his eyes blazing.

“Jenna, what were you thinking?”

I felt a surge of defiance, fueled by the alcohol. “I was just trying to have a good time. You’re not my boyfriend,” I shot back before I could stop myself. “You have no right to tell me what to do.”

His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his presence overpowering. “You’re more than just my girlfriend, Jenna. You’remine.”

The intensity of his words made my heart skip a beat, but I was too tipsy and angry to process it fully.

“Whatever. You can’t control me,” I said as defiantly as I could because apparently, I was crazy-town insane.

Vincenzo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Go upstairs and wait for me in my room. And Jenna? Your bottom better be bare when I get up there. Now go.”

Fuck.

That had gone even worse than I thought it would.

I glared at him, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and nerves.

“Fine,” I spat.

I stomped up the stairs, each step echoing my frustration. When I reached his room, I slammed the door behind me and flopped down on the bed, my mind racing. What did he mean by ‘you’re mine’? And why did it make my heart pound even harder than it already was?

For a while, I just pouted to myself and then I remembered his threat.

“Your bottom better be bare when I get up there.”

My fingers dipped to the waistband of my jeans for a second, but then I yanked them away.

Should I obey him?

Should I not?

I lifted my chin defiantly and huffed with annoyance. I wasn’t going to be a good little girl and just wait for him to come upstairs and deal with me as he saw fit.

Despite my annoyance over the whole situation, my pussy was throbbing like it had its very own heartbeat and I loathed that.

Why was I so turned on right now?

I glanced at the clock, watching the seconds tick by, and growing more and more nervous and aroused the more time that passed. Before long, my clit was thrumming with need and the urge to slip my fingers inside my panties and make myself come came over me.

Just when I was about to do exactly that, the door opened, and Vincenzo walked in, closing it quietly behind him. His expression was a mix of anger and something else—something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.

“You had no right to go out and get drunk like that,” he said, his voice low and controlled.

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