Chapter 12

I watch as the night begins to disappear as we delve deeper into his home and I'm greeted by the smell of him. His unique scent is everywhere, quickly drowning me and I'm no longer kicking and screaming, I'm taking everything in.

"You're done already, my gatita?"

"I'm not your kitten," I'm greeted by another slap to my ass and I feel that we're ascending.

Giovanni opens a door and I'm greeted by dim lighting and seductive hues of red and black. I hit the plush, black sectional that covers most of the room and in a flash, Giovanni is hovering on top of me with his hand wrapped firmly around my neck.

"Gatita, you like to play, don't you?" He says, squeezing just enough to let me know who's in charge.

"You offered my pussy up to him before, so what's the problem?" I say staring into the forest of green that has begun to pull me in further.

"Spread your legs for me, Marisol," he growls and in this position, I don't dare fight him.

Giovanni nudges my legs to open further to place himself in between my them. I feel his hard length and his eyes flash at me with desire. I've felt his cock as it stretched my mouth, but feeling it so close to my pussy causes it to throb. My breathing is heavier as he turns my head to the right and licks up my neck in one slow agonizing lick. I shudder and moan as the heat from his tongue blazes my skin.

"I'm going to let you up and when I do, I want you to undress down to your bra and panties. Nod your head if you understand."

I nod my head as the weight of his hand on my neck becomes lighter with each breath. We both stand momentarily before he's seated lazily on the couch with his legs wide open. My eyes quickly trace the length of his erection in his black slacks.

I stand and begin to undress, starting with my shoes and then my skin-tight leggings. I watch Giovanni's as he sets fire to my skin with the green eyes that pull me in with each breath. I remove my shirt, turning and stand, awaiting his next command.

"You know what would look better on you, Marisol?" I was about to open my mouth when he put a finger to his mouth.

Giovanni stands and I don't take my eyes off of him, not even for a second. I watch as he struts to a chest and I try to spot what he's looking for. Right as his hands touch it, I see it and my heart rate increases as he makes his way back to me.

"A collar. You need a collar, my gatita." He says as he places the diamond-crusted collar around my neck.

"What do you want me to do next, meow?"

Giovanni lets out a deep chuckle before his hands are fisting my hair causing our eyes to lock.

"Where's the Marisol that was begging for my cock in my office?" He says before crashing his lips onto mine.

Nothing about this kiss is sweet. It's rough and filled with need and want. I shudder when he pulls his mouth from mine and soon miss the harshness of his tongue. I let out a moan as my eyes flutter back to his.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I don't speak, I just nod my head. "Before I do, I need some answers."

I immediately try to tear myself away from him, but he's got me in more ways than one. I look over at my purse and realize how far it is from me. Giovanni grips my hair tighter and I stop all movements and take in a deep breath.

"How many men have you been with?" I must look like a deer caught in headlights right now as I stare blankly at him. "I'm not going to ask again."

"Four."

"Are you on birth control?"

"No."

"You will be after tonight."

"Why do I need birth control?"

"Because when I fuck you, I'm going to come inside you whenever, wherever, and however I damn well please."

"What if I-"

"Gatita, we both know I get what I want, so it would be wise for you to not fight me."

I don't fight him. I relax in his hold because I want this just as well as I need this to complete the mission.

"What did you think I was going to ask you?" he says with a raised brow.

"I-I thought you were going to ask me about Manny."

"His name is Emmanuel. It will do you good to remember that and forget whatever the fuck you thought was going to happen between you two."

"Jealous?"

"As jealous as you were when I fucked Ravi in front of you."

I flash him a death glare and a sinister look appears on his face. I admit he scares me, but I want him even more with the fear he instills in me. I'm seriously fucked up. No, it's not me. It's my coño, she's possessed like she drinks the Gio Kool-Aid.

Giovanni lets me go and walks to the extravagant couch while keeping his eyes on mine. I watch him pull up his black slacks and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Come," He says while patting his muscular thighs. "Come lay across my lap."

I walk over to Giovanni as he rolls his sleeves up. I reach him and lay across his lap with my ass facing up towards him. I have no clue what is about to happen next, but I can imagine a few things. His hand comes down, massaging my mounds causing me to relax. Just as I do, I'm greeted with a hard slap to my left ass cheek.

"You can scream, but don't you dare move."

Another hard smack to the same spot, followed by another scream, but I don't move. I don't dare move. I take my punishment, six hard slaps to the left followed by a short massage. Giovanni turns my face to meet his.

"I'm going to train you so well." I whimper at his touch because I know he's not finished.

Smack.

Scream.

Smack.

But with the next one, something is different. I feel a tear escaping my eye, followed by streams.

"That's what I want."

I cry out in pleasure and pain. I feel him as he begins to massage my right ass cheek, just as he did to the left. I revel in it and await the next smacks to come.

Smack.

"Let it out. I imagine you haven't had this pretty ass smacked in years, am I right?"

"No. I haven't."

"That's going to change."

Smack.

I feel Giovanni tugging at the sides of my red lace thong, so I arch to assist him.

"You're fucking soaked."

I lay my head down in shame. I shouldn't be aroused by the man who killed my mother and will soon die by a bullet from my gun. I wince as Giovanni spreads my lips and explores my entrance.

One finger slides in smoothly and I moan as he takes a handful of my hair into his. One finger swiftly becomes two and I relish in the fact that he may add a third to stretch me to fit the girth of his length. But it never happens and I'm not far from coming.

"Have you had this ass fucked before?"

It takes me a moment to answer as his fingers continue to work me. "No, I've never had anyone fuck me there," I say in a breathy tone.

I feel Giovanni leaning down, his breath at the nape of my neck and then at my ear when he says. "You will tonight."

I bite down on my lip in agreeance and right there I realize, I'm fucking screwed.