Page 32 of Enforcer's Obsession

“That wasn’t very smart, Trouble,” he whispered.

Before I could speak, he moved swiftly, bringing his fingers flat against my pussy, sending shockwaves through me—pain and pleasure, twining so intensely that I couldn’t hold back my moan this time.

“So, as I was saying,” he said, punctuating each word with a slap against my pussy that sent tremors through my body. “You have to be punished.”

I wasn’t sure whether to move away or get closer.

But when he latched an arm around my waist and held me still, I couldn’t do either.

With seemingly no effort he had me frozen as he punished my pussy, slapping at my fat mound, occasionally grazing my protruding clit.

His blows rained down over and over and over until I was breathless.

And then he stilled, brushing his finger along my slit and lay one more hard slap against my clit.

It sent me spiraling apart, the orgasm that ripped through me stealing my breath away.

I’d never, ever felt anything like it.

And only too late did I realize he was watching me.

When his eyes met mine, I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life.

“That doesn’t seem like very much of a punishment at all,” he said, that stupid smile on his face.

“I—”

He cut me off. “Admit it. You enjoyed that far too much for it to be a punishment. Maybe choking on my cock would teach you.”

He looked at me, the moment tense.

“Or have you learned your lesson?” he said.

“What lesson?”

“Clearly not,” he said with a little tsk as he reached between my thighs again.

He didn’t smack my mound this time, but the tender way he touched me, his fingers gentle, teasing another mind-bending climax out of the left me embarrassed, excited.

Remorseful.

I’d known that gun was a trap and I had fallen right into it.

He held me as the earthquake subsided, and I met his eyes.

“No more shooting, belissima,” he said.

I looked away, flushed, then met his eyes again when he slapped my hip, his expression firm. “Now get in bed,” he said.

I brushed past him, unable to miss the hardness that prodded my stomach for an all too brief moment.

Wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed that he made no move to touch me or more terrified that he would but decided that now wasn’t the time to try to sort that out.

Instead I scurried across the room and got into the bed.

He was on me in an instant, his knees bracketing my hips.

“What…?” I almost screamed.

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