Semua Bab Daddy's Demands: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I have a hard time not watching him move around the suite, getting dressed, but when he sends me a stern look, my pussy clenches and I look back to the paper.Okay, the steps to getting my business up and running. Great question.I start the list. Make a website, contact merchandisers for discounts, advertise. Where to advertise? Facebook. Instagram. My Pinterest page has a million followers, so that’s a great place. What else? Develop a pricing structure. Get some media coverage in national magazines. That’s gonna be hard, but I believe anything’s possible. I’ve made dream boards before. I had Ibiza on one and now I’m here.Before I know it, the timer goes off.“Let’s see how you did.” Alex stands behind me, freshly showered and fully dressed. I think he loves the power position it puts him in to have me naked and him clothed. Or maybe it’s me who loves it. He reaches over my shoulder and flips the pages. “You filled the whole pad. Good work, angel.” He kisses my temple and unties me

My mother’s lips press together. “That’s ridiculous,” she says primly.“And he’s just Dad’s puppet, I guess. So that’s that.”My mother mutters something in Italian, then stands up and folds her arms across her chest. “No,” she says. “Your father doesn’t get to decide this for you. Not after he hamstrung you all these years with that farce of a marriage contract. No, he gets absolutely no say in who his daughter dates or doesn’t date.”I’m not sure whether to throw up or hug her. “What do you mean, farce of a marriage contract?” Because it sure as hell felt real to me.My mother makes a scoffing sound. “I knew he would never make you go through with it in the end. It was to keep pressure on the Tacones—it wasn’t real.”The stone in my stomach grows heavier. “It was real. My whole life you told me I had to marry him. Why would you say that if it wasn’t real?”Suddenly, unexpectedly, my mother bursts into tears.I stand up, bewildered. She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me tigh

I should leave, but something keeps my feet rooted. Fear, maybe. Maybe not. I find myself moving toward the kitchen. Antonio and Little Marco the dish boy are already long gone. They haven’t waited to see if I am coming with them.I should go too. But I can’t. It’s been almost five days since I last saw Dominic. I’ve missed him. Craved him. It’s a silly girlish crush, but it’s all the more powerful for manifesting in me, a grown woman.I’m curious as to what’s going on. Marcel isn’t liked by the staff. He pays shit wages and he takes tips for himself too. I want to be able to tell the story of what Dominic did to Marcel, because I know that’s all we’re going to be talking about tomorrow.I slip around toward the kitchen. There’s a little hall off to the side. It leads to the bathrooms. There’s a door we don’t usually use, but you can sort of see through it. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself. I tiptoe down toward the bathrooms and peek through the crack in the w

Dominic laughs. “This is the boat to my house. We’re going to Long Island.”“Oh.”I have no way of knowing if that’s true or not, but there’s no escaping him now. His hand is wrapped around my arm and I am stepping into the boat.“Come,” Dominic says. “It’s a beautiful night. Look at the city.”He directs my attention to the skyline as we set off across the river, but my eyes keep dipping from those gleaming lights. The water below is black. Like Dominic’s eyes. And his heart. I am not safe. Should I scream? Who would hear me? And what would I even shout? We are propelled over the water far more swiftly than the ferry can go. The night air is cold and my uniform does little to protect me as I shiver.His hands descend on my shoulders, rub up and down my arms. I am warmed, not just from the outside, but from the inside out. He’s dangerous. He’s lawless. Whatever he and Marcel were talking about, I know it has to have been illegal. Nobody gets shot or stabbed over cannoli.The boat ride

“You want this, don’t you, Marina,” he says, his fingers scratching my scalp lightly. “You want your daddy to spank you and teach you a lesson.”I want him. I want him to touch me. Take me. I want him to make me feel better, and I want him to make me hurt. Fear and lust are so closely entwined, I can’t tell them apart anymore. This man I have wanted for weeks is handling me with a masterful touch and I want everything he has to give.His hand slides away from my ass. It’s only gone for a fraction of a second before it returns with a hash slap that sends a burst of pain through my rear.“Ow!”“It hurts, I know,” he murmurs, repeating the act again and again. Six hard swats land in quick succession, burning and blazing over the surface of my ass and suddenly the hand in my hair makes perfect sense because I can’t stay still for this. I buck and I squirm and I writhe, but his hand keeps finding my ample ass and my thighs.“Naughty little girls get spanked,” he drawls. “And so much more.