“No!” Her protest is immediate, desperate. “Vin, please—”
I ignore her, reaching for the melted butter still warm in the pan. I pour it generously over her ass, watching it stream down the curve of her cheeks, between her legs, coating her pussy and thighs.
She moans, nothing but need, shifting her hips.
“Stay still,” I order, grabbing the wooden spatula from the utensil holder. It’s the one with the flat, wide head, perfect for spanking.
I tap it against her ass lightly, testing. She tenses, her breath catching. I pull back like I’m going to swing, and stop just before making contact, the spatula cutting through the air with a sharp whistle before I halt it a hair away from her skin.
She gasps, bracing herself for the impact that never comes.
I chuckle. “Thought I was going to hurt you, didn’t you, princess?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Do you want me to?”
Silence. Then, so quietly I almost miss it: “Yes.”
Fuck. My cock is so hard it’s painful.
I tap the spatula gently against her ass again, then shove the handle between her teeth. “Take this. Now crawl to the living room.”
Her eyes go wide, but she does it without hesitation, biting down on the wooden handle and crawling. It’s awkward with her shorts still around her thighs, restricting her movement, making her ass sway and jiggle with every awkward shuffle forward.
I follow her, fucking loving every single thing about this.
When she reaches the living room, I gesture to the coffee table, the one I refinished for her. “Get up there. Face down, ass up. Knees wide apart so your pussy’s facing the front door.”
She climbs onto the table carefully, still holding the spatula in her teeth, and positions herself exactly how I told her, her glistening pussy on full display.
Perfect.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out. It’s a text from Matti:
We got a lead on
Aurelio. Meet us
at the Edge in 20.
Fuck.
I look down at Sophie on the coffee table waiting for me. Fuck, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here and fuck her until neither of us can move. But I can’t ignore this lead. It’s time to end this war.
“Change of plans, princess.” I trail my fingers down her spine. “I have to go.”
The spatula drops from her mouth, clattering onto the table. “What? No, Vin, please—”
“Get down. We’ll finish this when I get back.”
She doesn’t move. When I look at her face, I see something close to panic.
“Please let me stay,” she whispers. “Let me wait for you like this. I want to show you I can do it.”
My chest constricts. This woman…. “Sophie—”
“Please,padrone.” Her voice breaks, and fuck if that doesn’t nearly destroy me. “I’ll be so good. I promise.”
