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“I won’t tell anyone,” I promised quickly, desperate to make him believe me. “I swear, I won’t say a word.”
His gaze softened slightly, but the disappointment still remained. “It’s not just about keeping this secret. There arereasons why some things are hidden, and why some doors are kept locked.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “I’m really sorry, Vincenzo.”
He stared at me for a long time.
“I should have spanked you a long time ago,” he whispered and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right. I opened my mouth to say something, anything really, but nothing came to mind, so I just closed my lips, swallowed heavily, and turned my gaze to the floor.
He couldn’t have meant that, right? I wasn’t a kid, so he wouldn’t punish me like one, or so I thought, but right now I wasn’t sure what he was capable of.
For the time being, his threat just hung between us as he glanced around the room.
“You now know more about me than anyone,” he said, his voice low and intense. “I need to know how you got into this room.”
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “The door was already open. I swear, Vincenzo. I just saw it ajar and…”
A concerned look crossed his face, his brows furrowing. He nodded slowly, his grip tightening slightly.
“Wait here,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I watched him leave, letting my gaze linger on the strong form of his muscles beneath his t-shirt and the rounded globes of his ass filling out his jeans. I waited in silence, trying to calm the pounding of my heart and the racing of my thoughts.
“I should have spanked you a long time ago.”
He’d really said that…
This wasn’t a nightmare. I wasn’t going crazy. This was all painfully real. I had stumbled into a part of Vincenzo’s life that he had kept secret from everyone, not to mention the fact that he threatened to punish me because of it, because that’s what he meant, right?
I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, trying to rein in my nerves and utterly failing. He was taking too long, and every minute felt like an hour.
Was he going to come back? Was he going to call the police? Did I need a lawyer?
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!
Would he actually spank me? I wasn’t sure why the thought was turning me on, but it was. The thought of him taking me over his knee and smacking my bottom until it was bright red and I was sorry flashed before my eyes and my pussy clenched hard.
I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the pressure that was building there. I licked my lips, trying to rein control over my traitorous body, but it was to no avail.
The more I thought about him taking me in hand, the more turned on I got. What was wrong with me? Normal people didn’t get aroused by the thought of being punished, right?
I could feel my body responding, the ache between my legs growing. My nipples were hard, straining against the thin fabric of my shirt.
Oh, my god!
I wasn’t wearing a bra. Sure, my shirt was black, but that would do little to hide the stiff tips of my nips poking through my shirt. Had they been hard before? Had he noticed? Did I want him to?
Yes, you do. You want him to see all of you, don’t you? You want him to take off your shirt and your shorts, take down your panties, spank your bare ass bright red, and then take what’s always been his. You’ve always wanted that, and you know it, you dirty little slut.
My breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, and my heart was racing. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover up my nipples as best as I could, but it didn’t feel like enough.
When I grew even more restless, I put my hands at my sides and squeezed them into fists, but that didn’t help either.
Where did he go? What was taking him so long?
My fingers edged at the elastic waistband of my hot pink shorts, and I stilled, glancing at the door and then back to my hand.
No. Don’t even think about it.
