Page 14 of Revenge

I stop and slide two fingers between her legs. She’s not just wet. She’s dripping.

“Mmm. You’re already slick, Dahlia. Are you enjoying your spanking?”

“What? No!” she snaps, crossing her legs.

I chuckle. “Are you trying to alleviate that ache I’ve produced, bella?”

She squeezes her inner thighs together even more tightly.

I return to spanking her, increasing the intensity until her entire ass is a lovely shade of pink.

“Open your thighs,” I command.

She doesn’t move.

I deliver a couple of hard swats–much harder than I was striking before–and she squeals. “Ow! Ouch! You’re hurting me.”

“Open, baby.”

She uncrosses her legs and parts them an inch.

I slide my fingers through her juices, rewarding her with pleasure.

She holds still this time as if listening to the movement of my fingers. As if she wants more.

I take my time, slowly exploring her folds. I circle her clit. Apply more pressure. She grinds against my fingertip. I wonder if she’s ever orgasmed. How closely she guarded that virginity. Did she mess around with other guys at balls? Do everything but give up her V-card?

That thought sends a spike of possessiveness through me. The desire to murder any boy who ever touched her.

I remove my fingers and give her a couple more punitive swats, even though she didn’t do anything to deserve them.

“Stop it!” she cries.

“You’ll take it however I give it, Principessa. That’s the way this is going to work.”

She reaches back and covers her ass. I gather her wrists at her lower back with one hand and return to my slow exploration of her folds. The tissue is already engorged, plump with excitement, blooming for me.

I listen for her quickening of breath. Find what makes her pussy clench and squeeze on air. I screw one finger into her tight entrance.

She’s definitely a virgin.

She goes still, her legs shivering, her belly lifting and falling with her panting breath. I’m gentle, working my finger in and out slowly, tracing it back up to her clit, then down to enter her again in a pleasure circuit.

A small puff of breath escapes her lips. Then a moan.

But I don’t give her satisfaction. I want her needy for me. Hungry.

I just give her a little taste of the pleasure I can deliver. Then I pull away. I sit beside her on the bed and tug her to sit on my lap.

“Punishment’s over. You took it well.” I kiss her bare shoulder, and she shivers.

“Why are you doing this?”

I stroke my palm along her bare side, relishing the feel of her soft skin. “Because I can, Principessa.” I trace a fingertip up the inside of her thigh, and she clamps her legs tightly together. Her pussy is still slick, leaving a track of wetness on my suit pants.

Her stomach rumbles, and she puts a hand over it like she’s embarrassed.

“You’re hungry.” I lift her off my lap, stand, and go to the door to speak to one of my men outside. When I turn back, I find Dahlia hurriedly trying to get back into her wedding dress.