Page 97 of My Dark Fairy Tale
“I am going to spank your swollenfiganow,” he informed me in that haughty voice that made me want to crawl for him. “Five strikes, and if you come before the fifth, we will start from the beginning again and continue until you get it right. Even if it takes all night. Even if guests start to arrive and they can hear your lovely cries through the night.È chiaro?”
“Capisco,” I returned, the word shapeless in my mouth because I was somehow drunk on the endorphins of being hit in just the right way by just the right man.
He pressed a kiss to my sweaty neck before saying, “Count them off.”
Slap.
My body rocked to my toes as sensation rocketed through me, obliterating any notion of remaining calm.
“Una!” I cried out, teeth almost chattering as I fought to keep from begging.
Slap.
A sharp cry punched from my throat, and my hips rocked hard back into his hand as he cupped my stinging pussy and rubbed in the ache until it turned to sweet, honeyed pleasure.
“Due.” The word fell from my mouth to the floor, my entire focus on the hot spot between my thighs, bracketed by Raffa’s big, calloused hand.
“You are so good for me,” he praised, pushing me even higher into a space that felt like floating through a light box. “So sweet letting me slap this pussy before I fuck it.”
This slap was harder, fingers curling over my clit so that the pain rang through it like a great metal bell.
“Tre!” I grunted through my teeth, my legs and arms shaking now.
“So close,” he crooned to me. “You can do it. I will be so proud of you if you can wait to come all over my palm on five.”
“Yes, Raffa,” I breathed, locking down every muscle in my body in anticipation of the next stinging hit.
It didn’t help.
The hit felt like fire against my wet skin, the sound of it a gunshot in the quiet room.
I quaked, my legs gone to jelly so the only things holding me up were the hand wrapped like a collar around my neck and the one curved around my cunt.
“Quattro,” I panted against the door, rocking my forehead against the wood in an attempt to ground myself.
“Last one,” Raffa whispered, rubbing my pussy in gentle, firm circles with his palm. “You have been so stunning. Absolutely perfect. This time, if you need to, Vera, you can come for me.”
“Thank you,” I breathed a second before his hand left my swollen folds entirely only to swing back against me with more force than before.
Air exploded from my lungs, my chest compressed, every atom in my body contracting for one single, brutal moment and then—I screamed—release.
It shot through me like an arrow, shattering the tension so that it broke into pieces and scattered in my bloodstream, carrying heady sensation to every inch of my body.
I was still coming when Raffa switched his hand for his cock and wiped his hand on my hip before grabbing me tight, slanting my ass higher, anddrivinginto my clutching heat.
My cry was garbled. I was breathless with shock as the first orgasm nose-dived into a second, this one softer, longer, rippling through me like waves in a pond.
“Così perfetta,” Raffa growled as he fucked me, the hand around my throat shifting to my shoulder, one arm banded across my breasts so hecould thrust me back into him and keep my climax-wrecked body from hitting the door. “Fatta per me.”
So perfect. Made for me.
“Per sempre,” I found the will to say as he gave definition to the phrase “fucking your brains out.”
Forever.
When he came, he whispered my name into my ear again and again like a supplication, like his cum was an offering to some ancient pagan goddess.
I added that to my list of ways Raffa Romano said “I love you,” and knew in my heart that the other three words would come before the end of my stay.
