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“You do, sir!”

He smacked my pussy again, his fingers striking my clit and sending another burst of heat through me. And then, with one hand, he held open my pussy using his fingers and started spanking my clit.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I was so wet, so close. My body trembled, the pleasure and pain blurring together into a maddening haze of sensation. I struggled to take every firm spank, but before I knew what was happening, I was coming, and I was coming hard.

I gasped and moaned and bucked, my hips jerking wildly as the orgasm ripped through me. My vision blurred, and for a moment, the only thing I was aware of was the feeling of his hand between my thighs and the exquisite pleasure-pain of his touch.

He stopped spanking between my thighs and then using several fingers, he started rubbing my clit so firmly that I rocketed straight from one orgasm into the next before I could stop it.

My whole body shook, and I felt as if every nerve was on fire. There was nothing for me to do but take it, and take it I did. The searing hot sensations were overwhelming, and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Then he spanked my pussy once, hard, before he returned to rubbing my clit, forcing my pleasure higher and higher until my head was up in the clouds and nothing and no one could stop my release from reaching its full height. The moment it did, he smacked my pussy one more time, this time using the tips of his fingers and the palm of his hand.

I cried out, the sharp sting a stark contrast to the sweet bliss still coursing through me, but nothing could stop the cascade of white-hot bliss that surged through me because of it.

“That’s it. Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name as you come for me with your pussy spanked bright red and sore,” he demanded.

I screamed.

There was no holding back.

I felt as if the pleasure was going to tear me apart, and all I could do was hang on and ride the wave of ecstasy as it crashed over me. He rubbed my clit, forcing my orgasm to go on and on until it finally started to fade, leaving me sore and utterly spent.

As the world slowly came back into focus, I became aware of him cradling me against him, his voice soft and low in my ear.

“You did so well,bambina,” he praised.

I curled up against him as my heart thumped in my chest, my breathing ragged. He held me tight and ran his hand over my hair. Gently, he pulled my skirt back down, covering the expanse of my exposed skin. Then, he wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me tight.

The rest of the ride was silent, except for my own rapid heartbeat.

When the car finally came to a stop, my breathing had returned to normal, and I felt more like myself.

He gave me one final look, his eyes roaming over me with approval. Then the driver opened the door. Massimo got out first, and then offered his hand to help me.

I took it, stepping out onto the street and trying to ignore the slight soreness between my thighs.

He was right. I was going to feel my spanking with every step I took tonight.

CHAPTER 16

Massimo

Ioffered Sofia my arm, unable to help myself as my gaze raked over her body in that long dress. Her face was flushed, her pupils were still dilated, and she’d never looked more beautiful than she did tonight. I could still see the arousal written all over her face. I smiled, lost in the memory. She’d come so hard for me after I’d spanked that pretty little pussy.

Honestly, every bit of that drive had been perfect.

The only problem now was that my cock was rock hard, and it wasn’t going down, but it was all worth it just to hear her scream for me as she shattered all over my fingers.

With a deep breath, I led her up the marble steps of the venue and I couldn’t help but notice the way her dress shimmered under the lights. The soft blue silk clung to her figure in a way that was both elegant and utterly tempting, and I felt a surge ofpossessiveness course through me. She was mine, and tonight, everyone would know it.

I was going to show her off.

By the time we arrived, the grand ballroom was already buzzing with activity. Chandeliers dripped with sparkling crystals. As we entered, heads turned, and I felt a wave of satisfaction at the sight.

I recognized several faces immediately. Near the entrance, Minister Giovanni Rossi was deep in conversation with a group of men. Rossi was a seasoned politician, his graying hair neatly combed back, and he wore a dark, impeccably tailored suit. His position as minister of economic development made him a powerful figure in the government, and his influence extended far beyond the walls of his office. He was known for his shrewdness, and his ability to manipulate the economy to suit his interests had earned him both respect and fear.

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