Page 26 of The Mob Boss' Pet

She lightly touches the black collar still wrapped around her neck. Had she forgotten it was there? No doubt Roberto noticed it, but he hadn’t said anything. He wouldn’t, though.

“Once he’s healed, we’ll talk about it?” She tests the line I’ve drawn.

“Yes. Only then.”

“It’ll be a week before he’s done with the meds, but it could be months before he’s fully functional with that arm again. Is that how long you’ll keep me?”

“Once the course of the meds are done, we’ll revisit your release.” A glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel should keep her compliant.

“And what happens between now and then?” she asks, her gaze dropping to my chin. The soft pink on her cheeks darkens. Does she even understand how much her body tells me that her words don’t?

“Between now and then you’ll continue like this. You’ll follow the rules I’ve already given you, and you’ll be mine.” I hook my finger into the neckline of her shirt and snap it. “Take off your clothes, Stephania. You’ve earned a punishment for playing with your pussy without permission. And then you’ll have your lunch.”

Her eyes, wide with surprise, jolt back to mine. “My ass still hurts, Vincenzo. It’s sore.”

I lift my shoulder. “Then I suppose you should have thought about that before you touched what was mine.”

“Please,” she says softly, but it’s not sincere. Not fully. My little pet wants this, almost as much as I do. And if she knew what was in store for her after her little punishment, she’d probably soak through her jeans right in front of me.

“Clothes off,” I say and leave her to obey. I strip out of my suit jacket, laying it across the foot of the bed and go about rolling up my sleeves. I don’t need to, the sleeves won’t get in my way, but it keeps her attention on what’s coming. Her eyes are glued to my motions as I ready myself to punish her.

It won’t be a harsh discipline session. But enough for her to understand who’s in charge and who obeys. And if she takes it well, she can have a training session.

“Good. Down.” I snap my fingers and point to the floor. Without hesitation, she sinks to her hands and knees. It only takes the crooking of my finger to get her into motion.

I really need to get the little bells for her nipples if I’m going to keep her on her hands and knees like this.

“Lie down on your back and spread your legs. You’re going to show me how you touched yourself.” I seat myself on the edge of the bed.

“Vincenzo...” Any sort of plea dies on her lips when she takes in the seriousness of my expression. Once I’ve decided on a punishment, there’s no going back. My quick learner has already understood this.

Gracefully, she gets into position, pulling her feet up to her ass and spreading her knees apart until the lights make her wetness glisten. So responsive and I haven’t touched her yet. Not in the way a woman should be touched, the way that will make her scream in ecstasy.

“Go on.” I nudge her ass with my foot.

She closes her eyes, and I allow the little barrier she puts between us. For the moment.

Her hand sneaks between her thighs and the very tips of her fingers begin to rub her clit.

“Show me, pet. I want to see your clit, spread your pussy open for me,” I order.

She huffs but obeys. Using two fingers, she pries open her pussy lips, exposing the wet pink flesh beneath. Her clit, swollen and hungry, peeks out from the hood.

“Go on.”

Easily she gets back into motion, rubbing her clit. Her thighs, shapely and begging for my teeth, tremble in short order. My little pet is already ready to explode.

“Are you going to come for me?” I ask her in a husky tone. My own arousal is clogging my voice.

“Yes.” She breathes the answer. How quickly she goes from pretending not wanting anything to do with me to needing this release.

“Are you close?”

“So close,” she pants, her tits shaking with her quickened movements.

“Stop.” I reach my black leather oxfords out to her and gently flick away her hand.

Her eyes bolt open; desperation flashes.

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