Page 19 of The Mobster’s Nurse

"Spread for me," I groan. "I want to see all of you."

"Like … this?"

She reaches back. Sinks her hands into her flesh. Spreads.

Fuck! What a vision.

I was going to come on her ass. That was my plan. Controlled. Manageable. But now, seeing her open like that — her entrance pink and glistening, her body completely trusting — oh my God — my cock aches so badly it takes my breath away. Could I…?

I bring my hand down on her ass — not hard, not punishing, just enough to make the point — and feel her whole body ripple in response.

Her breath catches. Her eyes go wide. Shock and lust tangled together, and then — beneath both of those — recognition. Like her body just learned something about itself it didn't know before.

"You like that," I say. It’s not a question.

She doesn't answer with words. She starts rocking her hips back, seeking friction, asking for more in the only language she currently has access to.

I smack her ass again.

Ellie

I've never in my life wanted someone to overpower me. I've spent my whole career being the one who speaks up, who pushes back, who refuses to be steamrolled.

And now I'm on a hay bale in a stable, rocking my hips back toward a mob boss, silently begging him to do that again.

There is something wrong with me.

There is something wonderfully, completely, irreversibly wrong with me, and I find I don't care even slightly.

"Tell me to spank you," he says, his voice low and rough. "Beg for it."

I should feel humiliated by how quickly I comply.

"Spuh — spank me," I moan.

He does it. Harder. My whole body shudders, and the sound that comes out of me doesn't belong in any version of the me I had mapped out before today. His hand massages the warmth into my skin after the sting, and I press back into his palm like an animal seeking heat.

"Again," I say, before I can stop myself.

I feel him go still behind me at that. Like I've surprised him. Good. We can be surprised together.

I hear him move back away from me, then return and kneel. I feel something thin, round, and ridged roll down my back and push firmly into the crack between my ass cheeks.

It continues down over my asshole and between my pussy lips. Up and down. Spreading my lips apart, pushing firmly into my sex. Then it leaves me. A thwack comes down onto one cheek, then quickly the other.

Harder than before and more focused than a hand.

The sting is warmer and more penetrative.

“Ouch!” I flinch and immediately move a hand to rub my cheek.

A riding crop appears before my face.

“Surprise,” he smiles at me. “Again?” I squeeze my thighs.

He runs the crop along my slit again, sluicing it in my juices. Then he rat-a-tats the floppy end rapidly against my clit. I arch my head back as he builds the tempo.

I drop my forehead, burying it into the hay below me. I grind my face into the hay and bite into the side of my palm.