Page 19 of The Mob Boss' Pet

“Come, Stephania, come to me.” I pat the side of my leg.

Murder reigns in her glare for a moment, but she crawls across the floor to me. Her breasts hang delicately. Little silver bells dangling from each nipple would perfect the picture.

Another time, I promise myself.

When she reaches me, I put my hand out, grabbing hold of her hair to keep her from moving to her feet. She winces but keeps any complaints she has to herself as I pull her head back, making her look up at me.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, releasing my grip and petting her hair back into place. Her jaw sets hard, but the flicker of arousal is obvious in her eyes.

“Stand up and grab the post like I told you.” I step around her to where I need to be and wait for her to get settled.

She hugs the post to her, wrapping her arms around it like an anchor.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” I ask, maneuvering the belt in my hand until I have it looped the way I like it and the buckle is tucked safely away.

She presses her cheek to the pillar, facing away from me. “No.”

“Not even as a little girl?” I ask. My father raised us with a heavy hand. Fair, but firm. It’s what I intend to be with my pet as well. She needs this punishment; she craves it even if she doesn’t understand it yet.

“No.” She sounds irritated. “Can you please just do it.”

Ah. Impatient.

We can work on that later.

I move the belt to my left hand and approach her, wrapping my arm around the post and hugging her hip to my side. Casually, I rub my hand in a wide circle around her bare ass. Her ass cheeks drop into the perfect thick curve. Flat asses don’t appeal to me, but this plumpness I’m caressing makes my cock ache.

I lift my hand away and bring it down hard on her right ass cheek. I’m gifted with the sweetest bounce a man could ask for. She barely makes a sound, but I don’t want her cries yet.

Another spank to the other cheek and again her ass rebounds perfectly. Increasing the firmness of my swat, I rain down five volleys in a row, alternating targets.

A gasp. I bring my gaze up to her face to assess her reaction. Surprise at the heat maybe, but no real pain.

Yet.

With a steady rhythm I alternate spanks between her cheeks until they blush red and finally, she releases a soft hiss of discomfort.

She’s ready.

I let go of her and step back, moving the belt back to my stinging right hand.

“Is that it?” she asks breathlessly, turning to look at me.

“That’s it for the warmup, yes. And I want you understand, Stephania. I only warmed you up this time because you’ve never been punished before like this. Going forward, the only time you’ll get a warmup is when we play.”

Confusion wrinkles her brow. She doesn’t understand, but that’s fine. I’ll teach her later.

“Remember. Hold still. No trying to run off or I’ll get my binds,” I warn her, swinging the folded leather against my leg.

She clenches her eyes shut and presses her forehead to the post. Every muscle in her back and her ass tenses as she anticipates the blow.

“Relax your body, Stephania,” I order her, but she doesn’t listen to me; instead her back knots up tighter. “Relax your muscles right now or you’ll be spending the night chained to the bedpost on the floor.”

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