Chapter 4
Vivianna
I couldn't believe it. Angelo was actually bending the rules for me. Letting me have alcohol.
Maybe he's not so bad.
“Drink up, you're going to need it.” Angelo told me.
I raised a brow.
“Why?”
“Because I still need to punish you.”
I squeezed my thighs together at the thought of his rough hands spanking my bare ass. Bending me over his knee and punishing me for breaking his rules.
“I thought you said you couldn't touch me.”
“I only promised Matteo I wouldn't fuck you. That leaves spanking you and making sure you're a good girl while you're in my care.”
“Angelo...”
He took the glass from me and set it on the table. His fingers circled my neck and pulled me closer.
“You’re not so innocent, are you? You are a bad girl that loves to be punished, yes?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m a bad girl for Daddy.”
“Fuck, you are very dirty. Tell me, do you crave the dominance or is it the rush when I touch you like this?”
Angelo leaned closer as he ran his finger up my thigh. “Or is it the excitement when you beg Daddy for more? I bet your panties are soaked for him.”
“Yes.”
“Shit, Vivianna.” he cursed. “You’re playing with fire. Do you really want Daddy to come out to punish you?”
“You said so yourself. I lack obedience. So, teach me. Please, Daddy.”
“Careful what you wish for, Princess. You just might get more what you bargained for.”
Angelo pats his thigh. I never look away as I scoot over on his lap. He wraps one arm around my waist and cups my cheek. His touch makes me feel something I'd never felt before. He was right. I craved the dominance. Yearned to be his good girl. I wanted to feel his body against mine as he takes me from behind.
“Ang...”
“Beg me, Princess. I want to hear the words. Tell Daddy how much you crave him.”
“Daddy, please.” I begged. “Punish me.”
“Punish you?”
“I deserve to be spanked.”
“Shall I throw you over my knee and yank your pants down? Or... do you want me to throw you on the bed and tie you up so you can't touch yourself?”
“Spank me, Daddy. I've been a naughty princess.”
“Yes, you have. And Daddy loves it when you're a bad girl. But right now, I have to refrain myself. And you do too.”
“Why?”
“Because your brother could be back any moment now. We don't want him hearing you beg Daddy to spank you harder, do we?”
I shook my head.
“But I do have an idea. After dinner, I want you to meet me in the library. I have a special lesson for you.”
“Matteo...”
“Will never know. You know he never goes there. Besides, I have a feeling he'll be busy with something else.”
“I have to go deal with some business, but I'll have a guard at the door. And Vivianna? Don't flirt with him to get alcohol. You want something? You ask me first. If you're a good girl, I'll allow another glass of wine. Be bad and I'll deny you. Spank that pretty ass and make sure you can't sit down for weeks.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.” I whispered.
“I know, Princess. But something tells me you're going to be a bad girl.”
“I’ll be good.” I whispered.
Angelo gathers my hair in his hand and jerks my head back. His eyes darken as he forced my head to the side. “But Daddy really hopes you'll be bad for him. He loves it when his Princess defies him. It makes his dick throb and balls ache when he knows he gets to punish his little girl.”
“You do?”
“I’m banking on you to step out of line. I got a brand new belt with your name on it.”
I gasped when he shifted to grind his hardness into my ass. “Oh Daddy, you're so hard.”
“Only for you, baby girl. Now I'm wishing I'd sent Matteo away for the week. Dinner is going to be pure torture for me. I won't be able to touch you. Feel this little ass against my dick.”
“But you're the boss. You can do anything you want.” I argued.
“Using my own words against me, eh? Maybe I should cancel dinner and go straight to dessert. Lock you up and send your brother on a mission to keep him occupied.”
He loosened his grip on my waist to reach under my shirt. My vision blurred. Desire spread throughout my body as he inched his way up my belly. I leaned back and closed my eyes when his rough hand cupped my right breast.
“Daddy, please.” I whimpered.
Angelo's thumb brushed against my pebbled nipple, making me whimper his name. Not Angelo. Daddy. The name that makes him lose himself.
“I should clamp these and make them nice and hard.” Angelo says as he releases my breast. I grind my hips as he takes the puckered bud between his thumb and index finger, giving it a sharp pinch.
“Owww, Daddy.” I hissed.
“Ok, I'll stop.”
“No! I mean, please don't stop. You just surprised me.”
Pinch.
Roll.
Tug.
Twist.
“How about this? You be a good girl at dinner and Daddy will reward you. That means no attitude, no teasing me, and no looking at my men.”
“I promise.”
Pinch.
Roll.
Tug.
Twist.
“Say it.” Angelo growled. “Repeat what I just said.”
“I’ll be a good girl at dinner for Daddy. That means no attitude, no teasing me, and no looking at his men.”
“Good girl, I'll see you in a few hours, Princess.”
Angelo placed me on the bed and kiss my head, leaving me flustered and sexually deprived.
What would my reward be?
And most importantly, what lesson did he have in store for me?
I know he's forbidden. Off limits. But I find myself craving his touch. Whether it's gentle or rough. The way he calls me Princess makes me want to be a good girl for him. But... the way he tells me he loves it when I defy him makes me want to be a bad girl.
Oh yes, Daddy.
Spank me.
Punish me.
And after, hold me in your arms and call me a good girl. His little Princess.
My brother could never know. This would be our little secret. Well... until I find the right time to tell him the truth. That I've started to fall for his boss.