Page 61 of Mafia Captor

I smile, laughing. “Yes. You do.”

“And I’ll take care of The Beckster too. You just have to trust me.”

“Okay.”

“And please, don’t break his balls about the application thing. Let it go.”

My heart still feels heavy about the unsent college applications. I just wish Beckett felt like he could have told me. “I’ll try to let it go.”

He stands, grabbing my hands and pulling me up from the bed to my feet. He wraps his arms around me. It feels so good, warm, protecting. I melt against him, letting the tension leave my body.

“This feels good.” I give a soft sigh.

“I can help you learn to let go.” He’s kissing my neck, his fingers lowering the zipper of my dress. He peels the fabric over my shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor.

On today’s outrageously priced lingerie menu? A matching gold bra and panty set. The shimmering fabric gave me Princess Leia vibes when I was flipping through the pages of the catalog Boston left me. When the set arrived, I loved it even more in person. I’m not sure what it’s made of, but it feels like silk against my skin. The color makes my sun-kissed skin look perfectly tanned.

His eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

“Thanks?” I laugh.

He takes a step back, fully admiring me in the ensemble. “Holy,holy,shit. You look incredible. Come here.” He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the floor.

He carries me over to the bed, setting me down. The mattress dips and I lean into him as he sits beside me. “You know how I was saying I can help you learn to let go?”

“Yes?” He flips me over his lap, taking me by surprise. I grab at the covers to steady myself. “Whoa!”

“Let me show you how.” He grabs my waist, centering me over his lap. My legs are splayed out behind him, hanging off the edge of the bed. I sit up, pressing my elbows into the mattress.

“Mmm… Oookay…” I can’t believe I’m laying here, over his lap like this. I shouldn’t let him do this, but now his hand is smoothing over my ass, slipping over my silky panties.

His hand lifts, then comes down, smacking my ass with a spank. I startle, surprised by the sting. And by how much the one spank makes my pussy throb.

“Focus on the pain. On how the pain makes your pussy ache for me. Let go of all other thoughts.”

I hold back a moan as he rubs the spot he’s just spanked. My skin warms and tingles. I ease my legs up onto the bed, flattening my arms and laying my breasts over the edge of his thigh.

“There’s a good girl. Take a deep breath and relax.”

I close my eyes, sliding my hands under my face. I listen to his words, wait for the spank I know is coming. He spanks the bottom curve of my ass, making my flesh jiggle. My hips wiggle as the pain sets in. Before I can recover, his hand comes down a couple more times in rapid succession, peppering my ass with his big hand.

The sting warms my flesh, making me roll my hips against his thighs. I can feel his cock growing hard beneath my belly. My pussy grows wet from the feeling of his hardness, knowing how much he’s turning me on, feeling how my body turns him on. I wiggle again, teasing him.

“Naughty girl. Tormenting the one in power?” His spanks land hard and sharp, one on my right cheek, then one on the left. “That’s gonna cost you.”

He grabs the waistband of my panties, tugging them down around my mid-thighs.

A shiver runs through me, my bare skin exposed to him. His hand is warm against me as he smooths over my curves. “God, you’ve got an amazing ass.”

“Thank you.” I wriggle my hips, stirring his cock even more.

He gives a moan, spanking me again. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be working on focusing your thoughts but the only thing I can think about is this gorgeous ass, and that pretty pussy that’s all wet for me. I want to taste you, babygirl.”

“You should,” I say. My pussy clenches, knowing the pleasure that’s coming my way. “You can spank me all day long, but I still know I’m right,” I sniff.

“Right or wrong, you have to let him be.”

“Fine. I’ll try.”

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