Page 52 of Fortress of the Soul

“Show me, Valentina!”

“I can’t, E!”

He shakes his head, then turns it off as my eyes go wide.

At first, I think he’s lost his patience and wants to stop, but then he stands, his erection right in front of my face as I stare at it. “You know what naughty girls get?”

My heart races and I bite my lip, shaking my head. “What, Enz? Tell me...”

“Better still,belladonna, let me show you.” He flips me over before I can even blink, and I squeal with delight.

Oh God, he’s going to do what I think he’s going to.

He sits down and pulls me to him, like I weigh nothing, and drapes me over his lap.

“This ass is mine, Valentina, you got me?”

I mumble my agreement into the duvet, my body tingling with anticipation.

He runs his hand over my butt cheeks. “So fucking perfect. You sure you never let anyone do this?”

I shake my head as he holds me firm, his hard dick pressing into the top of my thigh.

“Fucking better stay that way.” I feel him move as he lifts his hand and brings it down onto my ass cheek. He doesn’t do it hard, as I think he’s testing the waters. It’s a sweet sting.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much, understand?”

“Aghh,” I mumble into the bed as I clutch the sheets, making fists. This fantasy is so much better than I could ever have dreamed up in my head. I’m so turned on by him.

“Understand?” he questions, smacking me again, a little harder.

“Yes!” I cry out.

I never could have known it could be this good with anyone, let alone Enzo.

I mean,Enzo!He’s been there my entire life, and now look at us. It’s so damned sexy.

“Again!” I call out to him. I just can’t get enough.

He rubs my ass cheek with his palm and slaps me again on the other side, a little harder. I cry out with pleasure as my face burns, and my butt cheeks sting with a mix of pleasure and a pain. I trust him; I know he wouldn’t hurt me.

“You like that, Valentina? You like me punishing you for being a bad girl?”

“I need you to punish me,” I cry. “I need it so bad.”

Smack.

Oh God, it’s so good.

Smack. Smack.

Each time he smacks me, he rubs his palm over where he’s struck. I know there must be pink marks forming now. I wonder if it turns him on, seeing what he’s doing to me.

“That will teach you, trying to get my dick out in the carpark!”Smack. “When I told you not to.”Smack.

“I’m sorry.” I giggle into the covers, wiggling my ass. “It won’t happen again.”

“You think that’s funny,belladonna?” His dark tone just about sends me over the edge.

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