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"What do you have to say for yourself?" Massimo demands.

I push the guilt away then claim, "I tried. Really, I did. I should have the information soon, sir."

He tugs my hair again, this time, a bit stronger. My insides clench. A whimper escapes my lips as he challenges, "Are you expecting me to look the other way, Katiya?"

"Well, I...umm..."

His gaze locks on mine. "Do you think you deserve to get a free pass?"

"No, sir," I reply.

An inferno of blue heat drills into me. He pins his eyebrows together and claims, "You must pay for your sins, my dolce." He leads me to a bench. "Take your dress off. Then bend over this so I can restrain you. Disobedient girls need to learn their lessons."

11

Katiya

The cool silkfalls to my ankles. I step out of the purple puddle, leaving my Jimmy Choos on my feet. I widen my eyes, asking Massimo, "Should I take my stilettos off?"

"No, but take your bra off."

I smirk, unable to stop it, happy he wants me to leave the shoes on. Something about it feels naughtier. I reach behind me, unhooking my bra, then let it drift to the floor.

He sniffs hard, his eyes darting over my body, pausing on my breasts, the curve of my waist, and my thighs. He drags his gaze up my body, locking it to mine. He points to the wall. "Before you assume your position, go pick a paddle."

My belly ignites in flutters. Whenever Massimo turns dominant, commanding me to submit, everything lights up in my body. Tingles erupt on my ass cheek, as if it somehow knows what's to come. I bite on my smile and strut over to the wall, answering, "Yes, sir." I pause and assess all the different paddles, unsure of the difference besides the colors and sizes.

He follows me, stepping behind me and circling his arm around my waist. His breath tickles my neck. I squirm into him, and he drops his hand to my pussy. I sharply inhale, glancing up at him. His lips curl into a smug expression. He asserts, "Which ones grab your attention, dolce?"

I tear my gaze off his blues and study the options. Then I motion to several, admitting, "The blood-red leather one, and that black one with three different sizes."

He nods in approval. "We're on the same page."

"Yeah?" I ask, the tingles on my ass intensifying.

Arrogance explodes further on him. He orders, "Go get them."

I take a deep breath and step forward, choosing the red one first. It's intricately made, and I trace my fingers over the raised leather.

Massimo kisses the curve of my neck, putting his finger next to mine. "This has steel in it. You need to trust me if I'm going to use it on you."

The anticipation of what it would feel and sound like, cracking against my skin, intensifies. I blurt out, "I trust you."

He takes it out of my hand. "Good. Pick up the other one."

I reach for the black one, running my fingers over the silver stud decorations.

"It's a three-layer slapper, for three times the discipline," he murmurs in my ear. "Which one do you want?"

I grasp his thigh, rest my head on his chest, and turn my head. He arches his eyebrows, and my pulse beats hard in my neck. I confess, "I've been bad, Massimo. I think I need extra discipline tonight." It's not a lie. I'm a horrible person, plotting against him. Yet, even now, I'm selfish. Every cell in my body wants him to use both these paddles on me.

"So you want the black one," he asks.

I shake my head hard. "No. I-I want both."

Waves of darker blue swirl in his eyes. His body stiffens against mine. He challenges, "Both?"

Adrenaline spins in me, making me slightly dizzy. I'll never understand why I have the needs I do, but if he doesn't do what I want him to, I'll never get rid of the urge exploding inside me. I squeeze his quad, begging, "Please. I need both. Teach me a lesson."

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