Page 96 of Crazed

"Yes," I agree.

"Last chance. Are you sure you want my cock for your punishment?"

"Yes! Please!"

"Then ask appropriately," he orders.

My pulse increases, and tingles roll down my spine. I implore, "Please, Daddy. Punish me until I can't take anymore."

"Ah, but that's where tonight is different, dolce," he says, then steals a quick kiss, teasing me and leaving me wanting more.

I don't understand. I ask, "How is it different?"

He palms my head and leans over my face, declaring, "I'm pushing you past that point. And if you disobey me, you'll be naked, chained, and on your own in the bedroom for the next ten hours." He kisses me then pauses. "On second thought, I'll chain you out here and only release you when we land. The entire staff will see you at my mercy."

I bite my lip, my flutters kick into overdrive, and my pussy pulses.

Why am I tempted to make him follow through on that threat?

I reprimand myself for even contemplating it, but it's too late.

It's like he can see right into my innermost thoughts. His lips twitch. "Fuck, you're naughty. You'd like that."

My short breaths only serve to increase the endorphins spinning through my body. I open my mouth, shut it, then push my hips closer to him.

The plane vibrates, creating a loud rattling noise. Massimo slides his other hand up my arm, pinning me beneath him, and thrusts into me.

It's sweet agony mixed with different sensations from the vibrations.

A ding breaks into the air, and the pilot announces, "Looks like we've got some turbulence. Please secure your seat belts."

Massimo's expression challenges me. He buries his head into the curve of my neck and nibbles on it while slowly thrusting.

"Oh God!" I cry out as the sound of the plane fighting the turbulence gets more intense.

"Who loves you?" he mumbles in my ear.

"You do, Daddy," I answer.

"And what does my cock love?"

"My pussy," I respond.

"How do I love it? Tell me how I love it," he orders.

"Wet. Pulsing. Oh...oh..."

"Don't you dare come, dolce!" he barks.

I close my eyes and do everything in my power to stop the onslaught of adrenaline from taking over.

"Look at me," he demands.

I obey, and he pins his cold, controlling gaze on me. The shaking stops, but only for a moment. It resumes but is rougher than before, adding more vibration and making it harder for me not to release.

He asks, "What else do I love about your pussy?"

"I'm tight," I breathe, then moan as new sensations from his shaft tease my walls.

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