Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“The quicker you learn to obey me, the better, Miss Bell,” Eddie said as he applied pressure to my trapped hands at my lower back. One of his hands engulfed both of mine, and no matter how hard I tried to free myself from his grip, I made zero progress. I knew the man was strong. How could he not be, considering he was one of the most feared men in New York City? But I never considered myself to be a weak woman either.
I tried to kick my legs, but they were restrained as well with the weight of his leg. There was absolutely nothing I could do. And that fact became even more evident when the man reached for the waistband of my panties and yanked them down to my knees.
“Stop this!” I squealed, but already knew my demands were being ignored. “Stop!” Was he going to rape me? I wouldn’t have profiled Eddie Vasco as a rapist, but I was starting to doubt every single thing that had led up to this moment.
“You clearly don’t know who I am,” he said. “I’m the boss. I take commands from no one. Especially you.”
My ass was completely bare. My pussy rubbed up against the fabric of his pants with every move I made as I attempted to escape his hold. I had never been so vulnerable or humiliated in my life. Or so I thought...
Nothing could have prepared me for what came next.
I heard the sound before I registered the pain. The palm of his large hand came crashing down upon my ass—over and over again in rapid fire. I remained completely inaudible as a criminal spanked me like an errant child in the back of a car while another man I had yet to see through the tinted glass drove on as if this was a common occurrence. My silence was not due to submission, but out of utter shock.
Was this really happening?
Was the head of the Vasco mafia family seriously spanking me over his knee instead of fucking me against my will as I had expected?
As each slap of his hand grew in intensity, so did the burn. A deep fire blazed not only on my ass but also throughout every inch of me. So much shame and embarrassment flooded within that I could barely inhale. Blood rushed to my face, which added to the lightheaded feeling caused from hanging over his lap.
“Stop,” I said again, though this time with much less conviction.
Eddie volleyed several more spanks on my bottom with growing force. “Tell me to stop again,” he nearly growled.
I should have heeded his taunt and said nothing more, but as I was finding out, I wasn’t exactly making the wisest decisions of late or I wouldn’t be here in Eddie Vasco’s car at his complete mercy. “You can’t do this to me.”
“I can,” he said as he continued on with the spanking, one painful swat after another. “And I will. You think you know me because you have pictures of me all over your wall.” The stinging blows never ceased as he spoke. “But you have no idea. You’ll soon get a very intimate glimpse into the kind of man I truly am. And your first lesson’s right now. If you don’t follow my orders, there’ll be consequences.” He spanked even harder on the sensitive flesh where my ass met my thighs. “This little spanking will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you. So, I advise you to tread lightly and do exactly as you’re told. This is a warning. A small and easy warning.”
This was far from easy, and I couldn’t imagine how much harder this could get.
I bit my tongue and didn’t say another word in hopes that the punishment would soon come to an end. But I couldn’t hold back the gasps and whimpers that escaped through my lips with every searing swat to my flesh. It hurt! It fucking hurt more than I thought a spanking could! Eddie’s hand felt as if it suddenly had morphed into a solid piece of wood.
Eddie positioned my legs so they were spread as far apart as possible in the position I was in. He then began to spank my inner thighs, dangerously close to my exposed pussy. I held my breath each time his fingertips grazed the delicate, intimate flesh. His slaps on my inner leg weren’t as hard as he had been spanking on my butt, but the sting was far worse. The cool air on my moistened sex heated my face. I wanted to scream, cry, shout out in disgust, but the shame and humiliation was so much that all I could do was muffle every noise that wanted to come from within.
Maybe if I lay perfectly still and remained completely quiet, Eddie would stop the assault.