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He answers, but not with words. Before I register what's happening, he spins me around and pushes on my shoulders until I'm bent over, my upper body resting on his desk.
"What are you doing?" I demand though I understand quite well what he's about to do.
He reaches beneath me to pop the button on my jeans and lower the zipper. I try to push myself up as he drags my jeans and panties down my legs. I know what's about to happen. A part of me is curious to see how it will feel. But it's not something I can allow him to do without making some protest.
Adriano puts a hand at the small of my back to hold me in place. He keeps it there just long enough for me to get the message that I'm not to move, then continues to bare my bottom.
"Spread your legs wider," he commands.
I do it because there's no disobeying that tone. There's not an ounce of hesitation in it. He intends to spank me one way or the other so I'd be better off complying.
When he's satisfied with my stance, he draws his hand back and brings it down hard on my left butt cheek. Fuck! That stings.
"Ow!" I grumble. "That hurt."
"I'll bet and so will the nine others I'm about to give you."
He doesn't waste time warming me up and he doesn't murmur words of encouragement as he peppers my ass with harsh spanks. It hurts, the ache growing each time his steely palm lands on my tender flesh.
This is nothing like the romance novels would have me believe. It's painful and humiliating. Yet I have to admit that the warmth spreading out across my skin is traveling deeper than I imagined, lighting a fire at my core.
It’s inconvenient that my body is opening up to him while my mind is still working through my resentment at his heavy-handedness.
Just as I'm getting into the rhythm of the punishment, trying to nurture seeds of pleasure rather than focusing on the pain, it's all over. Adriano steps back, leaving me strangely bereft. I wiggle my hips and tell myself it's to alleviate the ache in my butt.
"You enjoyed that," Adriano says.
I straighten up and turn to him, my face no doubt as red as my ass.
"No I didn't."
He allows me the half-truth and walks back around the desk to retake his seat. I pull my panties back up and then my jeans. As I fasten them, I hiss as the fabric rubs my butt the wrong way.
"You were curious about the dresses," he says.
Oh, now he wants to talk about this. "You mentioned events or something." Did he say I'd be by his side, on his arm? I can't remember now.
"Yes. There's a gala this weekend. You'll come with me."
First a shopping trip and now he's taking me to a gala. I'm beginning to feel less like a captive with every minute thatpasses. I decide to try to get a feel for whether my status has changed.
"Do you take all of your prisoners to galas?" I ask.
The corner of his mouth lifts. "Only the beautiful ones."
Now he's sparked an insecurity I didn't realize I was harboring. "Have you had many beautiful prisoners?"
He takes a moment to answer and my irrational jealousy grows. Then he shakes his head and relief floods my veins.
"Only you,cara."
That does things to me I don't want to admit. I clear my throat for fear of my words getting stuck. "So which dress should I wear? The green silk?"
"The blue one. It's a classy event. The green silk is for me to tear off you."
The image that creates is so hot I almost fan myself with my hand. It takes a moment for me to compose myself. I narrow my eyes at Adriano as I catch the glimmer of a smirk on his lips. He enjoys having me flustered.
"But that dress cost a lot of money."
