Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I’m not gonna come clean. Not to throw Lexi under a bus.
So I just nod my head. “Yeah. I’m sure. One hundred percent.”
Lexi
I text Bobby’s number the minute I walk out of the sample class Friday evening. I just taught my class!
And? he replies ten minutes later.
I think I rocked it. I send him a fingers crossed emoji.
You got this, he replies. I’m tied up tonight, but I’ll try to get over there by 9.
I try to swallow my disappointment. I’d been hoping for another fancy dinner to celebrate. I’m getting spoiled.
Okay, see you then, I text back.
At 8:30 p.m., I take a bath in the big jacuzzi tub and put on a lacy bralette and matching lacy panties. When 9 p.m. rolls around, Bobby doesn’t show or text.
At 9:30 p.m. I get a text saying, Running late.
I send back the simple one-letter reply, K, expecting he meant a few more minutes late. By 10 p.m., though, I’m getting antsy.
I guess I’m addicted to Bobby. Or his orgasms. Or something. I need satisfaction, and only he can bring it.
What’s up? I text.
Sorry, baby, I’m still tied up but definitely coming. Be there in less than an hour.
At 11 p.m., when he still hasn't arrived, I text, WTF?
He doesn’t reply.
Still not ready to throw in the towel and go to bed, I keep my sexy outfit on and sit on the sofa, watching TV. I’ve mostly written him off but still feel like I should wait up to see if he ever responds.
Twenty minutes later he walks through the door looking like he just stepped off the cover of a men’s magazine. He’s in an expensive suit and tie, but he smells faintly of whiskey. His eyes glitter with dark purpose.
“What is this?” He raises a brow and shows me the screen of his phone, which displays my last text message.
“Oops.” Yeah, I’m guessing the mob boss doesn’t like disrespectful texts. Note to self–don’t brat the guy who gets off on delivering punishment.
Or maybe I should. Because I can tell he’s relishing the idea of punishing me.
The clenching between my legs tells me I’m relishing it, too.
His lips twitch like he thinks I’m cute. He shrugs out of his jacket. “Yeah. Oops. Someone’s in trouble now.”
I stand and walk around the sofa to greet him. “Sorry?”
He tosses jacket and phone onto the glass coffee table. He unbuttons the cuff of one sleeve and starts to roll it up. “I understand I disrespected your time, but we do have an agreement: you are available to me. Not the other way around.”
I hold his gaze and lower to my knees, unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers.
He goes still when I release his erection, as if he can’t roll up the other cuff while I’m touching him there. “That would be a nice apology, bambina.”
I fist the base of his cock and moisten my lips before I slide them slowly over the head.
He groans and rolls up the other cuff. He’s making a show of it for my benefit, I’m sure.
I do my best to make it up to him, taking him deep into the pocket of my cheek then coming off to let the air cool his skin before I take him deep again. He groans. “That’s it, bambina.”
I love his approval. I continue to work his cock, sometimes concentrating on the head, then taking him straight to the back of my throat, relaxing my gag reflex to take him all the way.
He mutters a curse in Italian and fists my hair in the back. I love the roughness, especially when he starts controlling my head, pulling me on and off, then holding me still, so he can shove in and out.
He comes in my mouth, and I suck him clean, drinking in the warmth of his gaze as he puts his cock away. “That was nice, but it doesn’t get you out of your punishment.” He smirks and sits down on the couch, then pats his thighs. “Come here, baby.”
My stomach flutters as I obey his command, kneeling beside him to drape myself over his lap.
He starts spanking with his hand, one cheek, then the other, then square in the middle. I squirm as the fire begins to set in.
He pauses and pulls my lacy panties down. They catch underneath me, and tear. “Oops. Sorry, baby. I’ll buy you new ones.”
He strokes my bare skin, making goosebumps rise before he begins to spank again. I squeeze my cheeks together and straighten my legs, stiffening like a surfboard.
“Push your ass out,” he commands.
I don’t move for a moment, and he doesn’t resume, clearly waiting for me to follow his instructions. I consider ignoring them, but of course, it would get me nowhere. I’m the one folded over his lap with my panties down. I release my clenched butt muscles and hollow my back, presenting my butt for his punishment.