Page 82 of Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia Don

“I’m not going to tie you up, Ava. That would make it too easy for you. Restraints aren’t that interesting on their own. I want you to be a good girl and keep yourself tied upfor mewhile I give you your birthday spanking. You break that ribbon, and I’m going to start all over, harder than the last time.”

Ava’s breathing changes, her teeth dragging over her lower lip.

I twist her wrists up in the loose ribbon, half-heartedly tying it to the bed. The slightest pull, and the knot will slip free. Ava is very still, leaning on her elbows, her head down with her hands clasped together and her ass in the air.

I circle around her, taking in the sight.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

“Because you’re a kinky motherfucker.”

I land a jolting slap against her ass, and immediately she pulls down the ribbon, gasping hard, shocked at the intensity of it. The surprise chokes her, and she can’t decide between a painful whimper and an aroused moan.

“Nico...”

“Do you think I get angry for show, Ava?” I ask, dragging her wrists to the bedposts again and wrapping them up. She shakes her head, her breath shaking now as she gets into the mindset that I need her in. A lot aroused, and a little afraid. I take her by the hair and snarl into her ear, “Twenty-two more to go. Count them.”

I spank her again, the jolt quaking through her ass.

“One,” she gasps.

The ribbon stays on, stretched taut but still together. I land another blow, and Ava pitches out a breathytwo. Her skin turns pink and hot under my touch.

“Nico, I’m sorry—”

Her ass jiggles sharply as I keep the blows coming, and Ava bows her head and tries to count them.

“Three...four!”

Her legs twist helplessly on the bedcovers, but she’s statue-still from the arms up, her chest heaving and delicious whimpers falling from her lips.

“Touch me. Please touch me.”

I knead her ass instead, dragging my fingers slowly over the blistering skin. She grits her teeth and I clap another hand against that blazing ass. She whimpers her answer; I pull her head back and make her say it into the room. She cries out in worry as it almost makes the knot slip.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Five! I said five!”

“Good girl,” I whisper, and give her what she wants, sliding my hand under her blistering ass to cup her tight pussy and circle her clit. Her toes curl sweetly as she urges me on, begging for more and more of that.

I clap my hand against her pussy.

She bucks, the ribbon slipping from the bedpost as she pulls her hands toward herself. She cries out, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain and sheer, helpless frustration as she realizes the mistake.

“That’s not fair!”

“Good.I’mnot fair.” I clap my hand against her stinging backside just as an extra helping of punishment. “Again.”

I tie the ribbon up another time. The blows fall hard, making her ass ripple and bounce deliciously. At this rate, we’re testing the both of us. The thread holding me back just happens to be invisible, and if it slips, I’m going to abandon the bullshit, climb on top of her, and fuck the girl until she’s screaming and cross-eyed.

“One…two…ah! Three!”

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Ava?” I growl, in the middle of her counting. She rocks back and forth dangerously, her pussy slick with need and her chest heaving, but her hands stay still and the knot secure.

“B-because I—six!—because I deserve it.”

She cracks out a seven, an eight, a nine. I give her a moment to breathe, stroking my fingers along her slick folds just to fan the flames, make her burn a little hotter, sweat a little more.

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