Page 53 of Captured Fantasy

Cosimo took a left turn a few miles down, pulling onto a gravel lane. I set my jaw. Anger and arousal battled each other as we sped out into the middle of nowhere. Then he slammed the brakes and pulled off into the ditch.

“What are we doing here?” I said coldly.

“Unbuckle your seat belt.”

I glared at him.

He turned, his gaze burning into me. There was a trickle of sweat at his temple and a ring of dampness around his shirt collar. It smelled so good, so raw and masculine. Deep inside, my pussy pulsed. Aching painfully for him to fill me until it hurt.

“If you want to be a bad girl, be my guest,” he said. “But there will be consequences.”

He unfastened me and shifted to the middle of the seat. Then his big, warm hands were on me, pulling me until I was facedown across his knees. I lay there, too shocked to move. Never in my life had anyone spanked me. The realization of what he intended to do had me burning with shame and tingling with arousal.

“Keep still, Mrs. Russo,” he said softly.

He gathered my hair in one hand and I felt his fingers slide up my inner thigh. I bit my lip. My God, my panties were soaked. He gripped the wet fabric and tugged it down my thighs, leaving it around my ankles. Then he flicked my skirt up, baring my ass and my wet, swollen pussy to him. A cold gust from the air conditioning swept over my soaked inner thighs and I squirmed in his lap.

His fingertips traced up the back of my thigh in one, long stroke.

“The problem with you, Enza, is that you think you don’t have to listen,” he said.

“I’m been listening to men my whole life,” I snapped. “Being obedient is my fucking middle name.”

Instead of replying, he slid his fingers between my legs, pushing two into me. I gasped, a shudder moving through my hips as I gripped him. He began working me gently, stroking my G-spot with aching slowness.

A pleasant warmth began trickling through my body. A kind of compliance out of my control. I was limp when he finally pulled his fingers from me and began running his palm over my ass. Almost like he was trying to coax the blood to my hips.

When his hand came down on my ass, I gasped. Then there was nothing for a blazing second followed by a stinging shock of pain. Fuck, he was strong. The sensation went right down my thighs to my pussy, which throbbed visibly. I knew because he laughed and I felt his finger slide through my sex.

“Here’s the thing, Mrs. Russo,” he said, spanking me once more so hard I whimpered. “Tell me what’s stopping me from bending you over right here, on the side of this road, and fucking you until you can’t sit down for mimosas at the country club for a week?”

I bit my lip, but there wasn’t a coherent word in my brain.

He spanked me twice and I clenched my jaw, savoring the delicious wave of pain. Arousal leaked from me and began trickling down my leg.

“I thought so,” he said.

At some point, my fingers had gripped the interior of the door. It was good because I needed something to hold onto as he spanked me hard for what felt like several minutes. Or perhaps it was just seconds. All I knew was pain and ecstasy. And that sweet shame that I needed so badly, that I’d always craved.

He stopped right as I was on the edge of tears. Then, in one movement, he flipped me upright and pulled me against him on his lap. I gasped and he seized my wrists to steady me.

His eyes were so dark and hot I wondered if they would burn right through me. They wavered over my tangled hair and the wetness on my lashes and settled on my mouth. Swollen from where I’d bitten it as he spanked me.

“What are you going to do?” I whispered.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“That’s for me to know, Mrs. Russo,” he said. “All you need to worry about is deciding if you’re going to stop being mouthy and be a good girl for me.”

He’d spanked the fight out of me. I nodded meekly and my pussy ached, betraying how much I reveled in submitting to him. If my ass hadn’t burned as badly as it did, I would have begged him to keep spanking me.

He brushed back my hair and I caught a flash of that silver ring. His hands were so sexy, all lean with veins running between his knuckles. I bent my head and caught his fingertips between my teeth and pulled them into my mouth. He inhaled, transfixed as I sucked his fingers. They tasted of sweat and my arousal.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

He pulled his hand back and slid it between my legs.

“You’re soaked. Do you need to come, little girl?” he breathed. “Did spanking you make your cunt so fucking wet for me?”

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