Page 45 of Black Widow's Kiss

His words made my dick hard. Watching him go, I imagined his small waist gripped between my large hands and the feeling of the front of my thighs against the back of his. I would make him moan.

“You two have plans tonight?” Lorenzo asked me when he was gone. “Have you two been seen out together yet?”

“It’s not that type of plan,” I said revealing much more than I should have but too aroused to stop myself.

After debating the wisdom of allowing Kuroi to have dinner with Matteo first, I said the final word on it and the dinner was arranged. With a lot of things left to do for the day, there was only one thing I could think of. How was I going to punish Kuroi for disobeying me?

There were a lot things I could do but which should I employ. In the end, I had to do some research. He was clearly more familiar with being punished than I was with punishing. But one thing I was good at was pushing a body to its physical limits to get what I want. I wanted Kuroi, so I would have to push him.

I was never one for shopping, but the shopping trip that followed, I liked. It was at a shop in the heart of Harlem. The place had a lot of options. Imagining how I could use each on Kuroi made my cock throb.

After spending an hour browsing, I left the shop with a few things. I could barely stop myself from running every light on the way home. When I parked, I had to take a breath to get my dick to calm down. Collecting my bags and entering the elevator, I felt someone else take over me.

Entering my apartment, the living room was empty.

“Kuroi, come here now!” I said awash in fury and lust.

Kuroi exited my bedroom meekly. He had been in my room. Yet another thing to punish him for. Wearing a Japanese robe embroidered with gold silk, he approached me, lowered his head and said, “Yes, Sir?”

Hearing it, my cock again flashed hard. With him in front of me, I imagined pushing my fingers across his mahogany skin.

“You showed up at my office without my permission.”

“Yes Sir,” he replied with his head still lowered.

“What did I say I would do if you didn’t follow my rules?”

“You said you would punish me, Sir.”

“That’s right. And yet you did it anyway. Did you want to be punished?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“On your knees.”

Without lifting his head, Kuroi got onto his knees.

“Now stay.”

“Is this my punishment?”

“You will speak when spoken to. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Leaving him on his knees with his head bowed, I retreated to my room to prepare. Setting everything in place, I savored the moment. Taking a hot shower, I felt every drop as the steaming water touched my skin. I felt alive.

Putting on a silk robe, I reentered the living room to find that Kuroi hadn’t moved. Watching his motionless body, I grabbed a drink and slowly drank it waiting for another reason to punish him. He didn’t give me one.

So, instead, I returned to a spot in front of him and told him to get up. He did without looking at me.

“Go to my room,” I ordered sternly.

He did and I followed. When he had entered and stopped, I passed him, stood next the dresser and presented what was on top of it.

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