Page 27 of The Mob Boss' Pet

“You already stole an orgasm today, pet. You won’t be allowed another until you’ve been a good girl. But let’s keep the lesson going. Start touching yourself again.”

“But if I can’t—”

“You do it because you’re learning, you’re paying the price for what you’ve done. When you’ve brought yourself to the very brink again, we can stop. You’ll have your lunch. If you behave during your training session, maybe, and it’s a big fucking maybe, you’ll get to come for me.”

Her lip is pinched so hard between her teeth it’s turned white.

“Go on.” I tap her thigh.

Again, her hand slinks between her thighs, and she’s rubbing her clit. With her pussy lips still open, it’s easy to see her juices seeping from her hungry hole.

Good or naughty, after her training session I’m fucking her hard. The only undecided action is if she’s going to come for me or not.

Stephania’s breath hitches, her lips are pressed hard together and sucked inward.

“Are you close?” I ask softly, not wanting to pull her away from the cliff just yet.

She shakes her head, but I can see the lie. Her thighs are trembling, her fingers are fluttering faster and faster over her clit.

“Close?” I ask again with more force. If she lies again, if she sneaks this orgasm, I won’t have any alternative but to punish her more severely.

She growls, animalistic and full of frustration. “Yes. Please, please, let me... oh...”

I dart off the bed and grab her hand, yanking it away from her pussy.

Another groan.

“Open your eyes, Stephania.”

She does. Tears line the rims of her lower lids.

“You were so close, weren’t you? Right there where you were about to explode.”

She nods, wisely keeping her words to herself.

“Remember this the next time you want to touch yourself without my permission. Because next time, I’ll drag you to the edge and pull you back so many times you’ll be screaming for mercy... and you won’t get it.”

I release her hand and stand up over her.

“Now. Lunch,” I say.

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