She Belongs to the Mafia King (Normani Parker) novel Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINTEEN

"You fight me, little temptress, but your body knows what it wants. You're too wet for me. I bet you can't wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my cock, but naughty girls like you have to wait," he mused, and I scowled back at him.

His fingers continued to probe my folds, carelessly gliding across my damp skin.

"You enjoy my touches on you here. Every time I go close to your greedy clit, I can feel your body tense with pleasure," he continued, and I whimpered subtly in shame.

He gently stroked my weak bud before slowly circling it and making fun of me. I jerked in an attempt to escape being touched, but it was ineffective. He was free to take me as he saw fit.

He tortured me as his fingers worked slowly and methodically. I wasn't prepared for how my body responded to his touch, which was nearly violent. His fingers skilfully brushed my pussy's folds. I had little choice but to accept it because he understood just how to raise my arousal.

He gave my clit a gentle squeeze before firmly pressing his finger pads over it, and I groaned for the first time as soon as he applied more pressure there. The overwhelming need that sprang from the pit of my stomach caught me off guard. My body compelled me to comply, and I was forced to turn aside as he grinned in victory. He played with my desire while gazing at the wall, taking me to the brink of death and back.

"Look at me, Amore." He commanded

He removed his hand from my body when I didn't, causing me to moan forlornly because the melancholy I felt very immediately was too intense. My pussy throbbed, pleading for more of his touch. making it hard to think since my skin ached as my needs rushed through my entire body.

"Please!"  I pleaded.  I lost track of what I was pleading for.

"Now, Mani."  He firmly commanded. I had myself turn my head back to him, and he rewarded me for doing so by putting his hand back on my treacherous pussy and repeatedly rubbing my clitoral area with his fingers.

"please Nikolai!"  I begged.

"You will only come when I ask you to," he reprimands, and I moaned helplessly, unable to fight the pleasure that was vibrating through my body. Every ounce of desire clambered for my attention and yearned to be let loose.

He rolled my clit, and the desire that followed was intense. My entire body felt as though it were on fire; I had a feverish feeling inside, and I was certain I was going to catch fire because of how hot my body felt.

"I don't want this." I sputtered

"Oh, but you do, little temptress. You do."  He smirks.   "You need me to make you mine, and I plan on giving you what you need from me even if it means the world."

Perhaps he had a point. Here I was resisting everything, including my own body, when all I needed to do was give up.

As he teased me, hot pleasure slashed through my limbs, pushing me ever-so-slightly toward orgasm but stopping just before I hit my peak. He kept doing this, and I was made to repeatedly feel my arousal increase and decrease as a result. Every inch of my flesh was on fire with intense need, which was palpable in my skin.

The feeling was so overwhelming that I was having trouble breathing.

He teased me once more before stopping as I was about to reach my peak. I cried out in displeasure, and then my body fully betrayed me. I moved my hips in his direction in an effort to maintain contact with his finger, but it was ineffective.

He would only let me go once he determined that I had earned it.

I sobbed helplessly as I struggled to accept this new insight. His fingers came back to my core and lightly pressed against it. He chuckled softly as I swung from side to side, overtaken by the desire coursing through me. I pouted in need for more as he continued to lightly touch me in a teaser manner. My throat made harsh, desperate air releases as my eyes rolled back in my head. There was no denying how seductive this was for me.

I sighed quietly. My core ached from the release of the intense pleasure I was wanting as my nipples tightened into tiny little peaks. I required an orgasm immediately.

My hips pushed forward in an attempt to make him apply more pressure, but he was ready for that and withdrew his hand.

"Bad girl". He murmured gently, "I think it's time you were punished for your disobedience," and my pussy throbbed with longing.

"What?"  I enquired, perplexed.  "Just let me come, please."

He immediately rose to his feet while dragging me along with him by my shackled wrists. I was completely naked. He walked to a huge, gigantic couch toward the middle of the room with me in his hands, uncertain and awkwardly aroused. He sat down and pulled me onto him, exposing my pantie-clad pussy and my ass, which was raised high in the air.

My ass was briefly touched by his palm before he gently patted each of my cheeks one at a time.

He questioned, "You've never been chastened before, have you?"

,"No."  I answered breathlessly. I gasped as he held onto my hips and pressed his cock into the moisture in my pussy.

"You must be completely exposed when you are being reprimanded or the repercussions will be severe if you disobey me once more, do you understand?"

"Yes," I hesitantly replied.

"Good girl, we can now continue punishing you. Please feel free to shout and sob. I won't stop until I know you've taken the lesson to heart." He issued a warning.

Sin pulled firmly as he held the hem of my panties in his fingers. As he removed the final layer of clothing covering me, the sound of shredding fabric reverberated all around me. I yelled out in pain when the fabric pricked my skin, but the pain quickly subsided.

I was now bare. And he had a complete view of me. His thumb dipped into the crevice of my ass and, as he reached lower, just brushed against the folds of my pussy. He put my panties on the chair's seat, so I had to look at them directly in front of me, as if to remind me of how exposed I was.

"Such a gorgeous pink cunt, just begging to be fucked hard, like it deserves." He remarked, and I whimpered back. "But first, little temptress, you must be punished before I can accomplish it."

My ass was touched by his palm. "Perhaps you require a firmer, more personal touch, hmm?" he mused.

He repeatedly rubbed my beaten posterior till I started to unwind. Although smooth and soft, his touch was wholly deceptive. I thought he was teasing me, but I knew better. I didn't know what he was preparing, but he was planning something.

The moment his palm left my flesh, it hardened into a crack. Oh my God, he was about to spank me.

"Wait!  I beg you not to spank me!"

"You brought this upon yourself, Mani." He replied

He gave me a harsh spanking, despite my pleading with him to stop. His rough, painful palm cracked on my skin. His touch on my buttocks felt intimate. The sensation of his punishing palm made it even worse if I already thought I had upset him.

His disappointment seemed to be directly emitted into my body from his. He quickly transformed me from an overstimulated mess to a sobbing, blubbering, mischievous girl with a few spankings.

Each slap was much rougher than it should have been because my ass was burning and already welted from before. He gave me a hard spanking, and I tried to dance around his grip so that I could avoid the painful blows, but it was fruitless.

"Are you yet prepared to submit? Are you willing to grovel?" After a few particularly hard smacks to my upper thighs, he inquired. I sighed in relief at the small reprieve as he stopped for a second to brush his warm hand over my burned skin.

As I comprehended the idea that I was being punished for the first time in my life-and that there was a small part of me that enjoyed it-tears continued to pour down my face. The more I considered it, the more I came to see that it wasn't a little aspect of who I am. Now that it was over, my entire body erupted with ecstasy. I wished he'd try it once more.

I must be completely mad!

His nails continued to descend, getting ever-closer to my drenched pussy. I took a tense breath in as he scratched my outer lips. He gently patted my mound after slowly cupping it in his hand. Even though I knew it did absolutely little to shield me from the subsequent wet sound, I had to close my eyes almost as a defensive mechanism.