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  Antonio grabbed onto the collar of her jacket and tugged it away from her.

  Anna felt the fabric slipping out of her hands. She moved her arms back so the jacket would slip away from her body. He could have the jacket but he wouldn’t get her blouse.

  He sighed loudly. “Baby, do you really want to make this hard on yourself?”

  She continued to sob and hold her blouse tightly to her body.

  “Darling, listen up. We are going to have a playful romp. I won’t hurt you, but you have to listen to me. I’ll make this worth your while.”

  Anna snorted, making him mad. “I am going to remove my belt now. Either you start removing things too, or I’ll use it on you. Do you understand me?”

  Antonio thought he was being nice to Anna by warning her. She thought he was a monster. What did it matter if he beat her before he took her and killed her? Either way, her life would be over.

  She heard him removing his belt. He pulled it through the loops of his trousers. She clenched the muscles in her body together as she waited for him to hit her.

  He turned her to him and looked at how frightened she was. “Are you pregnant?” he asked her, trying to understand her behavior.

  Normally, women jumped at the chance to sleep with him. They were attracted to his power and his good looks. No one had ever refused him before: especially not women who secretly worked for the government.

  She shook her head. Her head was still bowed, and she held onto her blouse for dear life.

  He put a foot on the bed and grabbed her around her middle, laying her over his knee. He whipped her with his belt five times before he let her go. “Okay, let’s try again. Remove your clothes,” he whispered, but in a way that he might as well have screamed it.

  She had been sobbing before, but now she was screaming inside. Her bottom was ablaze as she wept. She made no move to remove anything.

  “Listen, darling. I only want to fuck you. I’ll let you go come morning, any you’ll be five thousand dollars richer. If you are good to me, you can leave here with a lot less bruises on your cute little ass. Be a smart girl.” He waited for reason to sink in, but she stood where she was, shaking in fear.

  Anna stood before him shocked. He was obviously rich and always got what he wanted, but this was so wrong. Why couldn’t he see that?

  “So you’re afraid of me, but not afraid enough to listen.” He raised his foot up to the bed once more and pulled her over his knee. This time he gave her ten hard smacks with his belt. “Every time I have to do that it doubles. Next time it would be twenty.” He turned her so he could see her face. “Can you take twenty or forty or even eighty?” he asked in a whisper. “I don’t think so. Be a good girl and get undressed.”

  Anna had been holding her breath so she wouldn’t scream out in pain, but she couldn’t hold it anymore. She gulped loudly for air, and the tears were back.

  He felt a little sorry for her. She was putting up a good fight, but this was only one evening out of her life. She would live through it.

  He hadn’t been with a woman for a couple of months now, and it was time that he got back on board. The last bitch had played him for a fool. He wasn’t going to let that happen a second time. He would never be weak with a woman again.

  She did nothing. She stood in front of him crying. Was there no way out of this mess?

  His foot went back up on the bed.

  “No.” Anna jumped away from him this time.

  He’d teach her not to play games with him. She backed away as he came towards her. He reached for her, and she jumped back, losing her balance. She fell back and landed against the doorframe to the bathroom.

  She landed on her bottom hard, and her back got scratched up. Her hands flew backwards, and her blouse flew open. She pushed herself into the corner as she cried.

  “What’s the problem? Do you want more money?” he asked confused.

  “I want to go home.”

  “And you will in the morning. First, the two of us are going to spend some quality time together. I already told you that you would be repaid for the time you have to spend with me.” Her rejection was hurting him. His last girlfriend had showed him that he was vulnerable. He hated weakness, especially in himself.

  “Are you worried about getting pregnant?” he asked her. He planned to wear a condom. He didn’t want to have a bastard. “I didn’t see any pictures in your wallet. I’m assuming that you aren’t married. If you were, you would have mentioned a husband or a boyfriend this afternoon.” Antonio was trying to understand the logic. Why would a woman, wearing low-cost clothing and very worn shoes, balk at earning some good money?

  “I want to go home,” Anna repeated.

  “I told you that I would let you go come morning.”

  “There’s no better time than the present,” she told him, because it had been the first thing that popped into her head.

  “Okay, enough games.” Antonio lost the little bit of patience that he had.

  He flipped her over and whipped her rump twenty times as fiercely as he could. She screamed out in pain and begged him to stop. He wasn’t even considering it. Instead, he reached around and opened her cheap pantsuit. It was so cheap that it ripped. He rolled his eyes. Now Vinnie would have to find something for her to wear home tomorrow. That might cause a delay. He didn’t have much time. He needed to go back home and see to his house and workers. Officially, he was in the coffee business, but he also did other work for the family. They were gifted at making drugs, getting them over any border in the world and selling them for top dollar.

  He tugged her cheap cotton panties down, and they also ripped. With her cheap clothes off of her, he got to admire her lovely rounded rear. It looked as if it had been made to go over his knee.

  He laid his hand on her ass and soaked up the warmth she was radiating. The thirty-five swats he had given her with his belt was a lot to take. He had scared her. Now he needed to convince her that he didn’t want to harm her. He only wanted to fuck her, and afterwards each could go their own way in the morning.

  He smacked her ass, making it jiggle. Anna was meatier than the girls he usually slept with. He liked models. The woman at his side was always an object of prestige. Others should know that he could fuck whomever he wanted. Famous women knew better than to cross him, but this little lady didn’t understand who he was.

  “I’m sure you guessed that I’m in the mafia, but baby, I’m not only in the mafia. I am the mafia. Only one man is above me, my father. I have gotten everything I have ever wanted since the day I was born. Tonight, I want you.”

  A shiver went through Anna’s body, making her nipples harden. Why was his voice making her feel things she had no business feeling? She had always been attracted to dominant men, but he was the first one she had ever met face to face.

  Antonio rubbed over her warmth. He dug his fingers into her flesh claiming her. She was his this evening. He had never forced a woman to sleep with him, and tonight would be no different. He would awaken lust in the tiny stubborn woman. She had his attention. Normally, he thought about his cock when he slept with a woman. He thought about her body and about the fact that he was on top of her and not some other man.

  Anna had his attention on her. Her refusal was making her interesting. He had wanted to be finished with her by now. The sex should have cleared his head for tomorrow.

  He needed to be alert tomorrow. A war was brewing. Another family thought it would be nice to have what his family had worked to gain.

  To avoid a war, he would personally talk to the leader of their family and warn him, pointing out that they weren’t in a position to win. Their resources lacked what his family had.

  It was dangerous to talk to them. There was a risk involved. It might be a trap. Antonio needed to be focused to come out alive.

  If anything happened to him, there would be war. Normal people like Anna wouldn’t notice it if it didn’t touch her life directly, but there would be a war with many live
s lost. How could he get her to understand without giving her too much information?

  He reached between her legs, wanting to stroke her to neediness. A need he would then fulfill. Both would strive to satisfy their need, and both would be able to relax afterwards, feeling sated.

  Tomorrow morning, they would sleep together one last time and then part. He would be relaxed, and she would have money to do with what she wished. He hoped that she would look back on this evening and smile.

  Antonio parted the lips that hid that special place that women had, the part that was made to please men.

  “You’re wet,” he stated with surprise.

  “No, I’m not.” Anna denied what was obvious. She placed her hands on his leg and tried to get up.

  “You’ll stay where you’re at.”

  “I’m going to call the police,” she told him.

  “You’re half naked. You aren’t going to call anybody,” he scolded her gently.

  “I won’t let you hurt me and do worse without reporting it,” she told in a threatening voice.

  “The police won’t help you. They would rather take my money than be bothered writing a report about you. They’d take the money I’m going to give you and say they need to hold onto it as evidence. You’d never see it again.” Antonio tried to reason with her.

  Was that true? Would they see opportunity and seize it, or would they help her?

  The big city scared her. She had a certain radius that she rarely left. Slowly, she would expand it and get to know her new home, but New York wasn’t like her hometown. In her hometown, people looked you in the eyes and said hello. Here no one met her eyes.

  This crazy man was the first person that she talked to on the street. Otherwise, she only talked to the people in her building, not that they were talkative. She also talked to the people at work and the people who stood at cash registers when she bought something.

  “We’ll have a nice fuck, and tomorrow you’ll never have to see me again. But I bet you’ll think about me.”

  “Of course I will. I’ll be describing you to the police.” Anna spit her words back at him.

  Antonio pinched her lips together tightly, capturing her clitoris between them. A mix of pain and pleasure washed over Anna as she squirmed over his knees exactly as he had predicted.

  Antonio relaxed his hold a little. Slowly, he parted her the lips that protected and hid the bud of her passion, massaging her with his fingers.

  Anna relaxed a little. Her mind was shutting off, shoving right and wrong to the side as her body made more juices of pleasure.

  She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. She could smell the scent of his cologne. It wasn’t a scent she recognized. The men at work doused themselves in strong smelling cologne. The smell stung in her nostrils, but the smell of his cologne was peaceful. It neither affronted her nerves nor overpowered her.

  She could hear him breathing, and she felt the rhythm of his body as he breathed in and out. She tasted her own tongue where she bit into it so she wouldn’t moan out in pleasure.

  The sense that she was paying attention to the most was the feeling of him touching her, arousing her. Should she give in? Let him do what he wanted to do? Was it time for her to give up on the notion that she should wait for marriage?

  It sounded so stupid in her head, but she told herself that everyone else was doing it. They had sex before marriage, and none of them got hit by lightning. Was it really so wrong?

  “Are you going to kill me?” she asked, needing to know what kind of man he was before she let her guard down.

  Antonio pulled his hand away. “No, not if I don’t have to,” he answered her honestly.

  “But you would if you had to?” She was still looking him square in the eyes.

  “Yes, if you did something that would truly put me or my men in danger, I would kill you.” Antonio stared at the back of her head wondering what was going on in her mind.

  “How could I be dangerous?” she asked him, looking back over her shoulder again.

  “I don’t know. You asked the question. Maybe if you had a gun?” he suggested.

  “I’ve never touched one. I don’t get the safety thing,” she confessed, making Antonio smile.

  “Then the answer is no. I would never kill you.”

  “I want to go home,” she whined. She covered her face with both of her hands and sobbed into them.

  “Hush baby, you don’t have to cry.” His hand returned to her clitoris. He stroked over it, using three fingers.

  “Open your legs wider,” he told her, wanting to help her feel better.

  “I can’t.”

  He gave her a smack that released another gush of juices as well as her shame. “Do you miss my belt? Do you want me to spank you with it some more?” he asked, teasing her. He had noticed that she secretly liked to be spanked. It hurt her, but it had also turned her on. If he had the time, he would have like to explore her limits with her.

  “No.” Anna shook her head uncertain if he had heard her reply. Her heart was beating so loudly that he may not have heard her.

  “Do you want me to spank you with my hand?” This evening was getting more interesting by the minute.

  “No,” she repeated.

  “You’re lying.” He gave her three stinging smacks, which all landed low and vibrated into her core, proving her a liar as her need flooded out of her.

  She clenched her hind cheeks together denying him access to her clitoris or anything else for that matter.

  “You want to play games? Why? I can smell that you want me. I can see that I will be able to slip inside of you with ease, and I can feel that your body is warm as it awaits sex. You want this. I’m guessing you want this more than I do. So why are you playing games with me?”

  “I want to go home,” she repeated.

  “This is your home tonight.” He gave her another low sharp smack that made her body bounce. Shockwaves were going through her body, making her clitoris stand out further as if it were calling him back, straining to meet him fingers and wanting more caresses.

  “Please,” she begged, not knowing what she wanted. Unlike her mind, her body knew exactly what it wanted: a couple more smacks and then for him to fill her with his body. She wanted to be held down and taken. She wanted to feel helpless as he had his way with her, but her mind wouldn’t shut off completely and let her surrender to her need.

  “All I hear is a beautiful woman begging me to take her. I’m glad that you finally thought to use the word please. You’re a smart girl. As a reward, I’ll give you a few more smacks of appreciation for your learning effort.”

  He smacked her right cheek, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he grabbed onto her meat and squeezed it in his hand roughly.

  “Oh,” Anna called out. She was responding so completely to this stranger’s touches, feeling every contact with superior intensity because she had never felt anything like this before.

  “Open your legs wide enough so I can touch you,” he whispered.

  Anna obeyed him, kicking away her pants and panties, and forgetting that this was wrong. For how could it be, when it felt so right?

  His fingertips danced over her clitoris. First bowing to her and then asking her if she wanted to dance. She agreed, and they soared over the dance floor.

  As Anna pictured them dancing, her hips began to rock to the music in her had. The tunes gained on momentum. She wanted to rush to the end of the dance so she could catch her breath and clap her hands in appreciation of the music.

  A smack told her that his other arm was no longer holding her in place. She was free to try to escape him, but her capturer had captivated her. It was as if he were telling her a story, and she longed to hear the end of it. Why was this overpowering her?

  Antonio had never seen a redder ass in all his life. She was letting him spank her. This was a dream come true. He had a thing about imagining women being tied down and punished. It turned him on. He had never spanked a
woman before, but he was finding it extremely satisfying. The best thing was that she wasn’t tied down. She wanted this.

  He used his left hand to knead her soft cheeks and his right hand to tease her clitoris. She was his, and he couldn’t picture letting her go in the morning. He figured that he would forget her after he had slept with her.

  Women were so easily forgettable. They dressed too much alike when they went out, and they cut their hair the same way. Only a few stood out in the crowds. Anna had an ass that stood out. He doubted that he would ever see a better one.

  He gave her several more smacks, letting her know that he was in control. As with all other facets in his life, Antonio needed to be in control. He wasn’t the type to lie back and let a woman hop around on him. He liked to have forceful sex. His eyes would lock on a woman’s face when he drove into her, showing her his strength.

  Thinking about driving into Anna made him rub her harder. She was crying out in ecstasy as he quickened the pace.

  “Please,” Anna begged anew. This time it was clear that she was begging for an orgasm.

  She was panting for air, not getting enough, but that didn’t matter. She was too concentrated to feel things like shame or even lack of breath. Need had become overpowering, and she was soaring on its back, enjoying an adventure.

  Anna pushed her hips forward into his moving hand to stop the motion. She gasped, calling out to God.

  Antonio didn’t know what to think. For someone who had told him that she wanted to go home, she sure did own that orgasm.

  It was his turn to come too. He flipped her onto her back and spread her blouse open. It wasn’t only her ass that was a little large. Her tits seemed to want to burst out of her bra. He took hold of it and yanked it so it was under her breasts. Her breasts were nicely displayed. Antonio loved to watch a nice pair of breasts bouncing as he thrust into a woman.

  Antonio positioned himself in between her legs and lowered his trousers. He thrust into her as hard as he could.

  She screamed out in pain. The daze from the orgasm had been lifted.

  Antonio froze. He hadn’t even considered that she could still be a virgin. He studied her pretty face as she bawled in pain. “It’s okay, Anna. The pain will soon be over. Don’t cry, baby.” He stroked the side of her face with the back of his fingers to reassure her and to remove her tears.