Chapter 107 107. Spanks For A Good Girl
"It's Jessica's assistant asking about Jessica."
Her eyes tightened at the corner, her shoulders drew in, and her lips softened into a pout she tried to hide by looking away. She was my Fiera, but the mention of Jessica's name still cut-and I wasn't tolerating that.
I caught her chin before she could fully turn, tilting her face back to mine. The phone stayed pressed to my ear. Her green eyes flashed with something between annoyance and hurt.
"Listen," I said into the phone, keeping my gaze locked on Camila. "Maybe she's too ashamed to show her face after the humiliation. Maybe she's holed up somewhere fucking random men to feel better about herself. I don't know, and I don't care. I'm not responsible for her wellbeing or her whereabouts. Stop calling me."
A stunned pause. "So you don't know where she is? We are filing a missing-" I ended the call mid sentence and dropped my phone into my pocket.
Camila's mouth parted slightly, breath hitching. The irritation in her eyes warred with something softer now, something that made her cheek grow a little red.
I tilted my head, studying her. "You jealous, Fiera?"
"No!" She denied fast, muttering something about being fine.
Liar.
"You sure?" I stepped closer, backing her against the wall. My hand slid to her hip, fingers spreading over the curve. "Because you look jealous."
"I'm not-" She shivered when my fingers moved from the edge of her skirt's waistband to her bare skin. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Touching what's mine?"
She shoved at my chest, playful but flustered, cheeks burning. "You're impossible."
She turned to walk away, but I caught her waist and spun her back. Swiftly, I bent and hoisted her over my shoulder.
"Lucien!" She shrieked, hands slapping my back. "Put me down!"
"Not a chance." I carried her toward her apartment, her legs kicking, fists pounding ineffectively against my spine. Her body fit so perfectly like it had been made to be carried this way. Her familiar scent filled my nostrils, sending blood rushing through my veins.
She was going to be the death of me. This beautiful, fierce woman who could tear me apart with one look and put me back together with the next.
"Lucien!" She protested weakly. My hand came down on her ass sharp.
The sound she made was half moan, half yelp. Her body went still for a heartbeat, then started thrashing again with renewed vigor.
I smirked. She wanted more. The little brat was misbehaving on purpose now, testing me, daring me to discipline her again. Every wiggle of her soft curves, every kick of her legs was calculated.
But I didn't give her the satisfaction. Let her squirm.
"Put me down!" She bucked harder. By the time I punched in her door code and locked us inside, she was panting. I carried her straight to the bedroom, flipped on the lights, locked that door too.
Then I tossed her onto the bed.
She bounced once, hair wild, eyes bright with defiance and arousal. Before she could scramble away, I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her up onto her knees, and shoved her skirt up over her hips.
My palm cracked against her ass.
"Aahh..." She cried, body jerking forward. The sound went straight to my cock. I rubbed the spot I'd marked, feeling the heat through her skin, and her hips pushed back into my touch like she couldn't help herself. She had the softest, perfectly rounded ass ever.
I leaned down, running my tongue along the faint red patch that had bloomed on her right cheek, making her shiver against that little contact.
"You don't get to be jealous, to pull away from me when someone says her name. You're mine, Fiera. The only woman in my world who gets to matter. And I'm only yours. No one else exists. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Breathless. Needy.
Another hard spank. Her body jolted and she gasped.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good girl." I kneaded the globes of her ass. "Now arch for me. Give me everything."
She obeyed, sinking down until her cheek pressed against the mattress, back curved in a perfect bow. Something primal roared inside me at her completely exposed form. This woman trusted me with everything. Her body. Her pleasure. Her heart.
I spread her cheeks with my palms and a grunt escaped my throat. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans. Her panties were soaked through. The fabric clung to her folds, giving me a honored view of her every fold, every detail.
"Look at you," I murmured, tracing one finger along her core. She shuddered as I pressed the finger against her entrance. "So wet already."
"I'm a good girl for you, aren't I?" She breathed out, her hand creeping toward her center.
I caught her wrist and delivered another sharp smack to her ass.
"You are a good girl... but good girls don't touch themselves until they are commanded to. Keep your hands where they are, baby."
I pulled my belt free, the leather hissing through the loops. The sound made her tense, anticipation rolling through her body in visible waves. Then she wiggled her ass at me.
Did she think... oh hell nah.
No way I was using a belt on her ass!
I moved to the head of the bed and gathered her wrists, binding them loosely with the belt. She could escape if she wanted. This was about her surrendering control because she chose to, not because I took it.
When I returned to my position behind her, I found her thighs pressed together, rubbing desperately for friction. She was grinding against nothing, seeking any relief she could find.
What a smart naughty girl.
"Spread your legs," I commanded, voice dropping to gravel. "And keep them spread. If you close them again, I stop."
She spread them with a whimper. I hooked my fingers into her panties and rolled them down slowly. Her scent hit me full force, sweet and heady and uniquely her, and my control frayed further. I'd never get enough of this. Never get enough of her.
The panties stopped halfway down her thighs. A string of her arousal connected her core to the soaked fabric, glistening in the lamplight.
"Dios," I breathed. "You're drenched for me, Fiera. So fucking perfect."
I stripped off my shirt, then my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang free, heavy and aching. I've never had this much precum leaking at once. Tonight's load would come in fast and heavy. I wrapped one hand around myself and stroked once, hissing at the contact.
"You see what you do to me?" I rasped. "How hard you make me? I've been like this since I threw you over my shoulder. Since I heard that sound you made when I spanked you."
I closed her legs just long enough to remove her panties completely, then spread her wide again. Little gasps fell from her lips. She was so aroused, literally dripping and painting the sheets like I was painting the floor.
I stroked myself again, positioning closer so I could watch her. Her swollen core clenched and released, gaping slightly, begging to be filled.
"Please." Her voice broke on the word. "Lucien, please."
"You're not needy enough yet," I lied. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I wanted her mindless before I gave her what she needed.
"I am." She pushed her hips back, barely touching my cock's head. "Please, I need you. I need-" She switched to Italian, voice cracking with desperation. "Ti prego, riempimi. Please."
That Italian destroyed the last of my control. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh, and positioned myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slid through her wetness, coating me, and we both groaned. Then I pushed in, just a few inches, letting her feel the stretch, the burn of taking me.
She cried out, fingers clutching at the sheets. I was thick enough that even with how wet she was, there was resistance. I pulled back and thrust again, shallow, keeping most of my length out because I wanted to savor this before reaching that deep spot inside her. Wanted to feel every inch of her adjusting to me.
She was so tight. So hot around my cock that I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. Every stroke sent pleasure shooting up my spine. Every clench of her walls around me made my vision blur at the edges.
The belt around her wrists loosened. She tugged her hands free, reaching back for me with a desperate whine.
I caught her wrists and flipped her over onto her back smoothly. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from biting them. Her chest heaved with each breath, breasts rising and falling. She looked completely undone, and we'd barely started.
"I want to watch your face when I'm inside you," I said, settling between her thighs. "I want to see every expression. Every moment of pleasure. Keep your eyes on me, Fiera. Don't look away..."