Puttana IV
Camila's POV
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want. You don't control me not after the shit you pulled earlier." I bite harshly and I regret my attitude the moment the words leave my lips because Alejandro snaps.
In one swift motion he grabs my wrist, takes a seat on the couch and throws me across his lap. My face pushes into the couch cushion and my lower stomach rests on his thighs as my ass dangles in the air.
I shriek in surprise and squirm as I try to move out of his grasp but he keeps me in place and instead pins my arms behind my back by holding them together with one of his hands.
His other hand moves to grab a fist full of my hair and he yanks my head up, craining it at an awkward angle as I shift awkwardly on his lap. "Speak to me like that again. I fucking dare you." He spits, his voice a low treat in my ear.
My breathing starts to increase and I continue to fight against his hold. What the hell is he doing? "Let go of me, you asshole." I say, thrashing against him.
He yanks my head back further and dips his head. "You gonna behave?" He asks.
I continue to trash. "Oh fuck off." I throw over my shoulder. "Now let go- What are you doing?" I gasp once I feel his hand holding my wrists move down to the hem of my dress.
He pauses and drops his head so that his lips are at my ear and a shiver runs down my neck when his deep voice sounds in my ear. "If I have to spank your ass until you learn to behave, I will."
My body freezes and I hold my breath as surprise fills me. My mind is telling at me me to fight him but my pussy clenches and heat pools low in my belly at the thought.
"That's what I fucking thought." Alejandro spits under his breath as his heavy breathing fills the room. He lets go of the tight grip on my hair and moves his hands to lift the bottom of my dress up over my hips until my bare ass is on display for him.
I feel him tense and when his hand comes to grip a handful of my ass, I know he's pissed. "You wanted to cum so badly that you decided to go out like this?" His Italian accent is thick and filled with so much outrage that I'm surprised he hasn't exploded yet.
"Huh?" My body jerks when I feel his finger move to trace my slit, "You know how many people could have seen you like this?" He growls working himself up.
"How many men would have thought about you?!" He spits angrily, his hand on my ass cheek tightening so hard that it hurts and my stomach tenses as I suppress a whimper.
His breathing is erratic and his foot is tapping against the floor angrily. "How many men would have been fucking themselves to the thought of my girl." He spits and then his finger is off my pussy and his rough palm is rubbing across the skin of my ass.
I turn my head to the left and stare up at him, his jaw is tense and he's shaking his head. "All because you decided to act like a fucking puttana." And then his hand comes down on my ass, hard and I gasp as silence fills the room. (Whore)
His heavy breathing tells me he's far from done and the sting that's left behind makes my stomach tighten.
"Count." He commands firmly and I tense.
"What?" I breath but it comes out as a breathy gasp when I feel his calloused hand come to rub at the stinging skin.
"You wanted to act like a dirty little puttana, yes?"
"No-" Another loud smack, only this one lands on my other ass cheek, telling me that's the wrong answer and I whimper.
"So you're telling me you're not a puttana?"His voice is firm and so deep that I want to squeeze my legs together. (Whore)
But instead I shut my eyes. "No I'm not." I grit out as he continues to smooth his hand across the skin of my ass that's going to turn red if he keeps going at it like this.
He hums in approval and I feel him lean back into the couch his hand resting on my ass lazily rubbing back and forth as some of his anger dissipates but not all.
His hard eyes find my curious ones and he speaks. "Then you're gonna show me you're not a puttana by sitting here and taking your punishment like a good girl."
I let a whimper escape my lips as I bury my head into the sofa as I feel him watching me. He's waiting.
I want to scream in frustration, sexual and non sexual but instead I submit to him. "One." I breathe and then my body pulses forward when he lands another smack to my ass.
"Two." I moan as he hums out in approval.
I continue to count as he continues to land harsh slaps on the skin of my ass. It stings under his large calloused palm and I lay there and take it, as wetness leaks from my pussy and faint noises escape my lips.
I try to ignore the pain while simultaneously trying to suppress my moans by shoving my face into the sofa cushion.
He's not gentle by any means and my ass is stinging but between each slap he rubs the skin of my ass soothingly and praises me for it while his fingers teasingly skim across my sensitive pussy.
I bite down on my bottom lip at the sensation and when we got into the twenties my ass is numb and so sensitive that I start squirming.
The air has shifted and Alejandro's more sexually frustrated than he is angry and I can tell by the way light grunts escape under his breath as I jerk forward after each hit.
I'm throbbing. The pain from the stinging on my ass and the pain from my pussy wanting to be touched makes me cry out when he lands another smack.
"Cazzo, look at you." He tsks his hand rubbing soothingly before he trails his fingers to move up and down my slit. "This is making you wet, yes?" He breathes and it's then that I'm aware of the erection digging into my lower stomach.
I open my mouth but all I can manage is a weak moan when I feel him press the pads of his fingers down harder as he starts massaging the bottom of my clit.
"You think you can go around acting like you were today?" He asks, his voice deep and firm as his fingers spread my lower lips apart and he rubs my folds.
Before I can manage a response, he pushes a finger into my pussy, harshly and I gasp out once he's buried inside me. He doesn't move nor does he do anything and I whimper, needing him to do something.
Instead his voice grows harsher and his finger inside me stills as his other hand lands another harsh slap on my ass.
I wince and moan out at the same time. I was in so much pain but it was such a turn on.
"You're mine in every fucking sense of the word." He growls and then his thumb moves to my clit as he starts circling it.
The circles are slow and torturous, and I squirm. "Alejandro." I gasp desperately.
He ignores me as he continues. "Which means." His finger starts to slowly retract out of my pussy. "This pussy is only mine to see." And then he sinks into me but with two fingers and my body jerks forward.
My pussy clenches around his fingers and his other hand distracts the sudden intrusion by rubbing my clit faster.
"Isn't that right, baby?" He breathes.
"Yes- fuck yes." I moan out my lips parting.
He hums in content and his fingers start to pump in and out of me while his other fingers rub the bottom of my clit. It's slow but it's enough to have me gasping out and burying my head into the cushion, while his other hand continues to rub my sore bottom.
"Good, good." He hums, the sound is deep and throaty and I can tell he's also aroused.
He moves his hand rubbing my ass to bury in my hair from the back but instead of yanking it like before he soothes my scalp by massaging. While his other hand continues to pump me and rub my clit.
And then a low sensuous groan spills from his lips and I turn my head to see him leaned back and his eyes focused on his hands working my pussy. He throws his head back slightly pushing his hips up into me, his erection hitting the skin of my pussy above my clit.
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