Taken By The Mafia Lord

The cold air that blew over her flesh and made her shiver was all the reminder to Arianna that her butt was in the air and pointing right at Marcel.

She was mortified to death!

"Red looks so good on your skin," Marcel appreciated her sincerely even though he sounded more like a pervert right now.

"Please, let me go," Arianna begged him, her face red with shame. This was improper.

But he said, "Honestly, there was a possibility of me forgiving you, but that was until you stole my panty. A bad bunny needs to be taught her place," he laughed wickedly.

Arianna began to panic, "No, no, Marcel, don't you dare -!"

Pah!

Marcel slapped her ass cheek with no warning and Arianna screamed, not out of pain but anguish. How dare he spank her? Even as a kid, her father had never done that for once when he was alive. Who gives Marcel the damn right then?!

"You bastard!" She cursed him," I swear to God, the instant I make it out of here, I'll make sure you regret -!"

Pah!

Another slap sounded on her bottom and Arianna let out a pained gasp this time. Marcel was a bastard, there was no gentle warm-up, he hit her hard.

"You seem to like talking," Marcel said through gritted teeth as he slapped a corner of her ass that was quite fleshy and it bounced.

Arianna whimpered helplessly, each stinging slap made her ass hurt and there was nothing she could do to free herself.

Pah!

Pah!

Pah!

Five more slaps sounded on her ass cheeks and Arianna knew she couldn't take it anymore. She was not as strong as she thought. If Marcel continued to hit her this way, she might not be able to sit with her butt for a week.

So when Marcel hit her for the sixth time, she gave up.

"Stop please," Arianna cried out, "Stop it, Marcel. It hurts already. Fine, I'm sorry," she pleaded with him, her tears sinking into the bed where the side of her face was pressed into. She was at Marcel's mercy and only he could save her right now.

"Oh, you're sorry now?!" There was a sadistic smile on Marcel's face as he hit her butt once again.

A sob tore from Arianna's throat as she said, "Yes, I'm sorry. Make it stop, please. It hurts,"

"Did you consider that the properties you destroyed must be feeling the same if they could speak," He growled, slapping her ass cheeks once again.

Arianna growled, feeling the burning need to gouge out that bastard's eyes. Does he plan to kill her with spanks? Her ass must be bruising by now. Arianna began to regret ever having something to do with Marcel. The man was a psychopath.

"I told you, I would punish you so hard you would never think of disobeying me again," Marcel reminded her of his promise and she trembled.

"Please," Arianna begged him. She could have gotten on her knees, well, tactically, she was on her knees - except her hands wouldn't be bound and she would be kowtowing.

The sight was wicked, Marcel reasoned.

Arianna was everything he wanted and imagined to be. The sight of her ass lifted in the air gave him a hard-on that threatened to tear down his self-control.

The temptation was so great that Marcel had to remind himself that Arianna was the enemy and the enchantress he couldn't get involved with. He wasn't stupid enough to get romantically involved with her nor was he ready to murder more of his people for her ever again.

The first time had been out of anger and a mistake, the second time wouldn't. No, there would not be a second time.

However, the sight of her ass clad in that sexy red panty made his blood rage. He had bought that panty as a reserve since he had the habit of tearing the ones his dates wore in the heat of the moment.

Yeah, getting rid of panties was his kink.

So he got those for when the morning came since most of them had the habit of taking his shorts. Unfortunately, he was quite possessive of his clothes - Well, he was quite possessive of a lot of things.

Hence, to preserve his shorts, he got the panties, but he wasn't able to put them into use because Macy took over. But now, it seems the rightful owner of the panty has arrived.

Shit!

What the hell was he thinking? Arianna wouldn't even be here for long and she was no rightful owner! He would punish her and be done with her!

However, the sight of that pale ass in the air was like a naughty gift to him on a cold Christmas morning. Arianna looking so submissive and sexy broke down his defenses.

His hands moved on their own accord and before Marcel knew what he was doing, he began to rub her ass gently as if trying to soothe the raw skin and a sigh escaped her lips.

It was a harmless move, Arianna reasoned as he caressed her butt. The raw pain she felt minutes ago had erased every sense of shame she felt in the beginning. All she wanted was the comfort he's giving her now.

"You like this, huh?" Marcel was cocky as he continued to massage her cheeks with both hands.

"Yeah," Arianna agreed this time without a fight. She didn't know what he would do if she dared to annoy him once more.

The caress was akin to cold water being poured on her after being scalded by hot water. But that calming sensation didn't last for long because Marcel landed another slap on her ass cheek again and without warning.

Arianna screamed.

But unlike the other slaps, something was different with this one because Arianna felt wetness in between her legs. What was happening to her?

But her busy mind got to relax when Marcel caressed her cheek once again. However, like the other time, it was just for a while and he slapped her ass once more.

She gasped. In pleasure.

A shiver went through Arianna and it wasn't from pleasure. She was terrified. Arianna dreaded to acknowledge the fact that she was beginning to like this a bit because it wasn't normal at all. This act, all of it was indecent!

"No, Marcel, stop -"

She was late because he slapped her bottom once again and she moaned, biting on her lips.

An animalistic growl of approval left Marcel's lips, the realization that she was turned on by him, made his head swell with pride. Arianna was his - at least for this moment.

This was wrong, Arianna recognized. She was Elijah's girlfriend and didn't get to let another man touch her. This was a sin.

But those thoughts in her head actually flew out of the window when Marcel's hands adjusted her hips, slipping into her, no, his dress shirt that she borrowed, not stolen.

A delicious shiver went down her spine when his hands traced down her belly, only for them to drop to her boobs and Arianna gave in to her body's sin. Not that she would have lasted under this torture anyway.

Marcel pulled her right up, her hands still tied in front of her while his both hands cupped each of her boobs with her back pressed to his chest. Then he began to work her breast and the feeling was out of this world.

Her nipples straining so much that it looked like they'll burst out of its knots combined with the stinging pain from her bottom gave Arianna a pleasure so primal it almost drove her crazy. It was something like never before. How was this even possible?

Marcel pinched her nipples hard, she let out a whimper. When did pain become such a sweet aphrodisiac? She didn't know until now.

He then released one hand while the other continued to tease until she felt a sharp sting on her ass once again and Arianna moaned. Marcel was driving her crazy - and this was all wrong yet her body seemed to have a different opinion.

Marcel released her or so she thought because he pulled her legs apart and her body trembled, having an inkling of what he was about to do and a small sensible part of her brain worked.

"Marcel… stop… " Her breath was thick and her chest heaving as a result of the desire coursing through her.

But Marcel spoke into her ears, his voice husky and thick with need, "You say one thing yet your body means another," And as a matter of fact, he squeezed her breast through her clothes to prove his point.

Her thighs shook and Arianna was abashed with her discovery. This can't be true, yet her body reacted to his touch.

When Marcel moved his hand to her slit, her frame shuddered.

"Someone is quite wet down there," Marcel smirked evilly, stroking her wet fold, and her head lulled back.

None of the sensations in the world could compare to the ones rocking through her body right now.

Suddenly, her eyes shut close and she was back to that night with Elijah. Arianna's reality overlapped with her imagination and it wasn't Marcel touching her any longer, but Elijah.

Arianna arched for his touch and Elijah gave her that sly smile she knew so well, rubbing her clit at a faster pace.

"My God, Elijah!" She screamed, her voice strained to the maximum as the orgasm rolled through her. Neither did she realize she had called the wrong name until her partner froze from behind.