Claiming The Don’s Daughter Page 5

  Her own sex had been slippery wet since the moment he’d pulled up her dress and bared her ass. Actually, since the car ride, when he made it clear he’d be spanking her. Yeah, Carlo was a kinky bastard. Which made him all the more attractive in her eyes. What had he said he would do if she slapped him again? Put a plug in her ass and stand her in the corner? Yeah. She’d masturbated all week to that dirty thought.

  Heat built on the surface of her ass as he continued to paddle without mercy. She wasn’t even sure what the spanking was for. “Bad decisions” he’d said.

  Her fists curled into the sofa cushions and she squeezed her eyes shut to the pain. She continued to jerk and bob under his hand, her butt cheeks squeezing hard to ward off the slaps.

  “Surrender.”

  One word. It sent a shiver up her spine, flipped her belly like a pancake and made her pussy leak moisture.

  She wanted to obey him. But how did one surrender to a spanking, when it hurt like a million bee stings? She buried her face in the sofa and bit the cushion, willing her butt cheeks to unclench.

  “Good girl.”

  His words made her insides slithery and warm.

  She forced herself to remain still. And found it impossible. Every time his palm connected with her ass, every muscle in her body tightened up. Still, she tried to minimize her squirms.

  “That’s, it, Summer. Surrender.”

  His words made her dizzy. Her clit throbbed. One brush and she’d reach orgasm.

  She spread her thighs a little, inviting him to touch her there.

  It turned out to be a winning strategy. “That’s it.” Carlos stopped spanking and kneaded her ass and thighs, his touch commanding and possessive.

  She lifted her ass. Please touch my pussy. Please.

  He gripped her ass cheek, then swiped his fingers between her legs.

  Yep. Just one brush. Her thighs clamped closed and ripples of release rocked through her.

  His fingers fisted in her hair and he pulled her head up. “Did I say you could come?”

  Another wave of orgasm ripped through. She choked on a gasp.

  “Did I?”

  Her eyes wouldn’t seem to focus. “N-no sir.”

  He lowered her head, massaging away the sting of her scalp. “No, I didn’t.” His voice entered her body, rich and warm. “Next time you’ll ask permission first. Capisce, little girl?”

  God, that accent. The caress and heat of his fingers made her purr. Her pussy contracted again. “Yes, sir.”

  He patted her throbbing bottom.

  She lifted it up. Despite her orgasm, she still ached for more, her pussy slick and swollen, clit needy for more of his touch.

  “Summer.” He sounded choked. He slapped her ass. It was a lighter slap, not so punitive as before, but still stingy on her already raw flesh.

  She arched her ass back. “More.”

  “Oh God,” he groaned.

  He started spanking her again, a quick flurry of spanks that made her grind against him, desperate for everything he had to give. The stinging reverberated when he stopped and dragged a digit down the crack of her ass. His thumb met her back pucker at the same moment two fingers plunged inside her.

  Her body jack-knifed up, back bowed, head lifted to emit a guttural cry.

  “Do I need to punish you back here, Summer?” He massaged her little rosette with circles as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her pussy.

  Her brain scrambled, and she became incapable of answering his question. She both wanted it and didn’t want it at the same time. Abruptly, the room swooped as Carlo lifted her to her feet, cradling the backs of her thighs in his large hands. He squeezed them possessively. His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, hungry.

  She couldn’t even comprehend how they’d arrived at this territory, this burning heat between them, this new game. Two spankings, she supposed. Or make that one whipping and one spanking. If she’d known all it took was a couple screw-ups to induce Carlo into showering his dominant masculine attention on her, she would have misbehaved long ago.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her even closer between his legs. One thumb came to her trimmed pussy, lightly stroking her outer lips, which glistened with dew.

  Her legs trembled, threatening to buckle. How could he do this to her while she stood? Her head swam.

  His thumb found her clit and she bucked at the contact, electricity shooting down her inner thighs. Carlo held her firmly in place, torturing her with a slow circling rhythm that left her panting.

  “Carlo—” Moisture dribbled onto her thighs.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She whimpered.

  He removed all contact with her, leaving her bereft.

  She eased her feet apart.

  “Hands on your head.”

  Her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached, desperate for his touch. She interlaced her fingers and placed them on the top of her head.

  He nudged her to step back and stood up. “If you move from this position, I will take off my belt and spank you until you scream. Capisce?” He spoke the last word in her ear, having moved around her.

  She shivered.

  He slapped her ass. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir, I won’t move.”

  He patted the offended cheek. “Good girl.”

  She listened to the sound of his footsteps retreating, straining to hear his movements, but not daring to turn her head and watch. He was way too far away. She needed him closer, needed those hot hands on her body again.

  He returned and brushed a hand over her ass, trailing it down her thigh. “You’re being a very good girl, Summer,” he rumbled.

  Foolish pride made her head swim.

  He circled around her and resumed his position on the couch. In his hand, he held a bottle of olive oil. Patting his knees, he flicked his eyebrows.

  Her belly fluttered, but she obeyed, folding herself back over his lap, offering her burning ass back up to him. She heard the scrape of metal as the bottle’s lid came off and the trickle of oil slid down her crack.

  “Carlo?” Panic began to set in.

  “Shh, bambina. I won’t hurt you.” Already his thumb returned to massaging her anus, working the oil into the ring of muscles. He applied a slight pressure. “When you’ve been naughty, doll, your bottom gets punished on the inside and out.”

  “No…” Her whimper sounded wanton.

  “Open for me.” His voice sharpened with the command.

  But her body didn’t know how to open for him. Everything tightened up to resist the intrusion.

  “Exhale, Summer and take me.”

  She blew out her breath and her sphincter relaxed, allowing—oh God—his thumb to enter.

  She whined, not because it hurt, more just from the idea of it—the degradation of being taken in this way, as a further punishment. But at the same time, she loved it. The humiliation made her pussy weep and her body open to him.

  He brought two fingers to stroke her slit, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm with just one swipe.

  “Please, Carlo…” Every muscle trembled now, every cell seemed on the verge of combustion.

  He pushed his thumb deep into her ass, then shoved two fingers in her pussy as he withdrew his thumb. Rocking back and forth, he sawed in and out of each hole in opposition. The sensations overwhelmed her, made her delirious with need. She rubbed her face on his sofa cushions, her toes curling and uncurling as the inevitable explosion neared.

  “Ask me for it.”

  “Please, Carlo, please…” What did he want her to do? Oh yes... “Please let me come, please may I—”

  “Come for me, Summer.” He buried his fingers in both holes and stayed there as she contracted around them, coming harder than she’d ever come in her life.

  And she suspected she’d only brushed the surface of the places Carlo might take her.

  * * *

  Through his lust-induced haze, it occurred t
o him that he’d done it again. He hadn’t meant to defile Summer, but here she lay, bare-assed over his lap with his digits buried deep in both holes.

  Classy, Carlo. Real classy. Way to court your future wife.

  He eased his fingers out, trying to force his raging hard-on to deflate. Summer probably noticed it pressing into her hip.

  He squeezed the back of her muscular thigh, finding it hard to regret anything he’d done with her. Because there was no mistaking her response—Summer was submissive. She may even be a masochist, but either way, her body responded to his natural dominance. It would have been all right if she hadn’t been kinky. For a woman like Summer, he would have suppressed his nature and given her tender love-making, but discovering this side of her made her all the more desirable.

  Which didn’t help his problem with Don Al.

  Somehow, he’d have to figure things out, because he wanted Summer for keeps. But what now? It didn’t happen often that he found himself unsure of what move to make next.

  Tugging her dress down, he rolled her up into his arms.

  Summer’s flushed face and glassy eyes gave her a just-fucked look, which made him want to toss her on her back and complete the ravishment. She rubbed her lips together and looked at him shyly. “Are we going to talk now? I’m not even sure what that spanking was for.”

  His heart squeezed. She’d laid herself across his lap for punishment without even knowing or agreeing she deserved it? He leaned his forehead against hers. “No? Why do you think I spanked you?”

  Her forehead crinkled. “It’s not my fault I attracted a stalker.” There was no heat behind her words, more confusion.

  “Were you at that club alone?”

  “No, I went with friends.”

  “Well, where the hell were your friends while you were hiding in the bathroom?”

  She gave a half shrug. “I guess they left me at some point.”

  He gave her a sharp look. “You don’t even know when? They didn’t say goodbye?”

  She nibbled her lip. “They might have..I was a little drunk for a while there.” He raised his eyebrows and she flushed. “I guess that was a bad choice.” Her meek admission sounded so damn cute, it was hard to stay stern.

  “Right. And what the hell are you wearing?”

  Her jaw jutted forward. “Don’t you dare tell me I asked for it by wearing this. Because that’s victim blaming, and—”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t have 20 stalkers waiting outside that bathroom door for you. And no, it’s not your fault they’re assholes, but when you dress like that, at a club—with no panties and without being on a guy’s arm, you’re sending a message that you’re there for sex.” He held up a hand to quell her retort.

  “Here’s the rule and I expect you to remember it—you don’t wear that dress out again. Ever. The only time you’re allowed to wear that dress is for me, in private.”

  The retort she appeared to be gathering fell away when his words registered. Her mouth fell open. “For you...?”

  A prickle of heat made him unbutton the collar on his designer shirt. Was he going to stake his claim on her now? Or keep things loose and undefined? Her wide copper-colored eyes contained something resembling hope. His heart picked up speed.

  He who hesitates...

  “Yeah.” He slammed her with a possessive stare. “You heard me.”

  She met the challenging gaze and swallowed.

  “I think you need looking after.”

  “And... you’re the man to do it?”

  The corners of his lips kicked up. “That’s right.”

  “So... what? You’re like, my body guard?”

  He shook his head. “No. I’m your keeper.” He stood up from the couch, keeping her cradled in his arms. Carrying her to the bathroom, he plunked her down on the counter and washed his hands.

  She sat docile and sweet, but a charge of anticipation ran between them.

  He had a toothbrush still in its package under the sink. He pulled it out of the wrapping and squeezed a line of toothpaste on it. Handing it to her, he said, “brush.”

  She blushed and smiled, taking the toothbrush and obeying him.

  He made quick work of his own teeth and handed Summer a washcloth for her face. She scrubbed, obediently. When she finished, he covered her hands braced by her sides on the countertop with his own, pinning her there. “Listen to me, bambina. I’m going to take you to my bed now, if you agree. But know this—if you spend the night here tonight, when tomorrow comes, I’m not letting you go. You’re going to stay here with me and live under my rules so I can take care of you.”

  Her breath stopped.

  He’d gone way too far, but hell, he couldn’t see any other way around it. He wasn’t going to stand around and watch Summer free-fall anymore. And if he claimed her, he wasn’t going to do it half-assed. He’d make her his, and get her back on track. Figure out what was going on in that beautiful head of hers that was making her act out this way.

  “Is that all?”

  Her answer surprised him. No reaction to his proposal? “No, that’s not all. I back up all my rules with discipline. So you’d be giving yourself over to me. Mine to punish. Mine to pleasure.”

  Summer’s eyes dilated. She lowered her gaze to the bulge in his pants. “Do I get to pleasure you, too?”

  He almost gizzed in his pants.

  Had she really just accepted all his terms and then offered to blow him?

  Gripping her hair, he tipped her head back and leaned in close, skimming her jaw with his lips. “You won’t have a choice, doll.”

  Of course it wasn’t true, but he couldn’t resist the test. How would his little submissive respond? Did she trust him?

  She shivered and her eyes rolled back in her head. Licking her lips, she said in a whiskey voice, “When do I start?”

  * * *

  Carlo stepped back, his lids lowering. “Take off your dress.”

  Her pussy clenched and suddenly the orgasm he’d given her wasn’t enough. Catching hold of the edges of her skin-tight dress, she shimmied it off, over her head and tossed it on the floor.

  Carlo made a tsking noise. “Not like that, amore.” He pointed at the dress. “Pick it up.”

  She slid off the counter and bent to pick it up.

  “With your teeth.”

  She froze. Her face heated even as fresh desire blossomed in every cell of her body. Dropping to her hands and knees, she lowered her head and picked up the dress with her teeth.

  Carlo bent and slapped her upturned ass. “I like you at my feet.” His smile was feral. Shadows fell on the planes of his face, accentuating the angles so he looked like he’d been carved of marble. A Roman God.

  Every third second she experienced misgivings at letting herself be debased this way, but then she’d circle back to one fact: this was Carlo. Sexy, debonair, mysterious and 100% trustworthy, at least in her experience. She’d already allowed him to discipline her and he hadn’t left her hanging in the wind. He’d proposed she move in with him. Never mind the fact that they’d never even had a date.

  Carlo unbuckled his belt, a sight that left her breathless. Doubling it, he swung it, catching her buttocks without any force. It stung, but didn’t cause real pain. “Crawl for me, angel. Into the bedroom.” He swung the belt again.

  It struck like a kiss—the slap of leather somehow becoming a caress.

  She took off, crawling on her hands and knees, her dress still between her teeth.

  Carlo followed, whipping her.

  Her pussy drenched her inner thighs, swollen and tingling. Her breasts swayed, heavy, nipples aching.

  She found the bedroom. A king bed stood in the center, draped in a navy blue print bedspread. All the decor was simple, yet expensive.

  “Stop. Kneel up.” Carlo positioned himself in front of her and unbuttoned his pants. The bulge in his elegant suit trousers hadn’t decreased since her spanking.

  She licked her lips, dizzy with desire
for him. She reached out, then stopped, hand in the air, wondering if this game was like Simon Says, where she had to wait for him to tell her what to do.

  “You may touch it.”

  She lunged for the zipper on his trousers, tearing it open. Pulling his pants down enough to free his length, she gripped the base of his shaft and flicked her tongue over the head.

  The growling noise that came from Carlo’s throat made her air-pump her hips.

  A drop of pre-cum issued from his slit. She licked it off, then swirled her tongue under the rim. His cock swelled even bigger, straining toward her mouth. She looked up and met his hooded stare. When he caressed her cheek, she leaned into his steady hand.

  Holding his eyes, she parted her lips and took him all the way into her mouth, tracing his veins with her tongue.

  “Summer.” His voice was rough. “I never thought—”

  She popped off to give him her full attention.

  He gave an impatient shake of his head and fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head to his cock again. “Nevermind. Don’t stop.”

  She took him into the pocket of her cheek, taking care with her teeth. She dragged her fist up and down the length of his cock in concert with her mouth, milking him.

  Carlo growled again, and pulled out. “Get on the bed, naughty girl.”

  She scrambled to her feet, tripping when her stiff ankle impeded her eager launch.

  Carlo caught her arm and steadied her, pulling her against his chest for a savage kiss. His tongue punished, sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nipping it before letting go.

  As she came up for air, the room spun.

  Carlo slapped her ass. “On the bed.”

  “Yes, sir,” she giggled.

  In a flash he rolled both their bodies so she lay on her back and he straddled her. He pinned her wrists up by her head. And then he stopped. Indecision played on his face.

  “Carlo—” She brought her fingers to the buttons on his shirt, working swiftly to undo them.

  He stared down at her, his eyes darkened with heat. “Listen to me, little girl.”

  She drew a breath at the bossy way he spoke to her, her nipples tightening into hard buds. His hardened cock pressed against her belly, but when she lifted her hips, he ignored her efforts.