Page 9 of A Mafia's Treasure

“Are you forgetting who’s in charge here?” I smile at her as I wait for her reply.

“No … but…” Her sigh tells me she has something on her mind as her head dips between her shoulders.

“Tell me,” I prompt.

“What’s the delay, why are you hesitating?” Her voice raises slightly, which makes me bite the inside of my cheek to prevent me from laughing.

“Is this not the punishment room?” I place my hand on her right ass cheek and rub gently back and forth.

“Y-yyes,” she stutters.

“Did you not agree that wearing the green armband meant you were open to anything?” I squeeze her cheek hard, and she moans softly.

“Yes,” she moans as I continue to squeeze harder and harder.

“Then you won’t question what I do or do not do, is that clear?” I tell her as I raise my hand, and smack her already reddening right cheek.

“Mmm, yes,” she groans as she squirms on the horse.

I have so many options available to me in this room, and I want to try all of them. I want to see what makes her tick, what it is that she really wants.

Peeling down her panties makes my mouth water, seeing her juicy pussy ripe for the taking, just waiting for my fat cock to sink balls deep inside her.

I feel my cock harden as it knows all too well what it wants, but my mind has other plans first.

I reach for the crop and run it along her body and watch it come alive with goose pimples, hearing her soft whimpers after each stroke.

I don’t warn her before I choose to assault her ass. I just pull back and strike ten times on each cheek only breaking to switch sides halfway through.

It doesn’t surprise me this turns her on. Some women say they like to be spanked or tied up … until they don’t, which is really fucking annoying, but what can you do. This is why we opened this club, so we can indulge in whatever we choose, whenever we choose.

“It seems that’s only a taster for you,il mio tesoro. Maybe I need to find something more fitting.” I watch for her reaction, and she doesn’t disappoint, her ass moving back as she moans softly.

“Please, something, anything,” she pleads.

“You feel your behavior deserves a harsher punishment?” I ask and wonder if it’s just the pain she gets off on or maybe there is something there that she is truly escaping from.

“Yes. More, I need pain,” she pants out.

Without answering her I know what I’m looking for, but something stops me. I stop and look back down over her.

Reaching for the buttons on my shirt I undo them one by one until it’s stripped from my body. I step out of my shoes and socks, exhaling, as this is something I have rarely done.

I find it too personal, but I know it can cause both pleasure and pain.

Slowly I unbuckle my belt and pull it from my slacks. Hearing the straps move, I look up to see her staring at me, lips slightly parted.

“Please. That’s what I need,” she tells me as her tongue runs over her lips, leaving a glossy sheen in its wake, making them look even more inviting.

Something passes between us, briefly, but it was there, a spark, and in that moment, I would do anything she asked.

So I do …

I run my hand flat along her back and push her head down.

“Don’t move,” I warn, my voice stern.

I feel her head attempt a nod and take that as an agreement.

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