The Don's Maid [18+]

10

"Why didn't you, then?"

"I...I dunno." Another smack lands on my behind. I squirm as I try to soothe the burn on my ass.

"That's not the answer I want." He says. I squirm again in anticipation. "Don't move." Another smack. "Count." Another hit. It lefts me hot and wet around my core.

I wonder if he'd let me release afterwards.

"One." I whimper out as my butt cheek burn but the tingles drip all the way down to my moist sex.

"Good girl." He caress the burned place on my right butt cheek. "Keep counting." Another blow comes across my left butt.

"Two." I bite my lip to prevent myself from crying out loud. As bad as the hits feel, the feel equally good to me between my legs. I thought I'd never say this.

But my body is such a whore.

And they keeps getting better. With each hit, I feel more hot and bothered, more needy and more wanton then ever.

The need for a release is at it's peak as I count higher and higher.

"fifteen!" I cry out in pain, pleasure, need and want.

My eyes a teary mess, lips swollen from biting continuously, core wet from the blows and excitement of carnal desire.

Vincent caresses my behind, softly, as if afraid to hurt me more then I was.

I whimper from the contact of his skin.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"Yes." I whimper.

He pulls me up and turns me to face him

Our face is red as tomato. My inner girl sniffles.

He moves the hairs from my face and caresses it, tenderly.

I wince from the full contact of my sore bottom to his thighs.

"Now you'll know not to be so defying." He says with a nonexistent but very prominent smirk on his face.

I sniff. He pulls my head to his chest so, I can rest my head to his warmth. He laughs.

"Oh Baby." He releases a deep breath.

Silence.

"You're not wearing panties." He states all of a sudden. I blush crimson.

I feel his manhood getting erect as I keep sitting on top of him. My wetness trickles down from my core, to his crotch.

And he feels it too.

I look up at him, his eyes darker then usual. Softly he grabs my waist, positioning me right at top of his erection, my uncovered sex, meets his covered one making my head go loopy.

"Move, my little girl." He guides me, in a rubbing motion.

I moan as I keep moving on top of him, covered by our cloths, every motion bringing me close to my bliss.

The Don throws his head back against the back of the couch, releasing a long breath. I feel his organ twitch beneath me, as my moments increase with time, Slicking his bulge with my wetness, I come with a loud moan.

"There." He breathes. His eyes closed.

After minutes of resting, when the hotness in my stomach and ache in my core subdues, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to his room.

Putting me down on my feet, he walks into the closet to change. Feeling the need not to change, I walk out to the balcony welcoming the fresh air.

Nothing feels fair today. In the early morning and to mid day I was so very happy. So very excited but then I saw Cara sprawled on Vincent's lap. They were interacting pretty intimately and now around the night time, he calls me up and seeing I didn't do as he said, he spanks me and then when I am hurt and sad and needy it's all roses and orgasm?

I sigh in annoyance and roll my eyes.

Well...he can hump whatever has gotten his panties in a twist.

He comes put wearing a pair of sweat pants and no top.

"Come, let's get to bed." He asks holing out his hand for me to take.

And repeating my afternoon's reaction, I decline it.

"Rosaline?" He questions. I don't answer.

"Neonata. It's not going to be as good as last time." He warns.

I don't recall last time being a punishment.

I roll my eyes again, but he can't see it. He's standing behind me.

"What is this all about?" He sighs after a moment of silence. "You're fine moments ago."

"Baby." He tries to turn me to him. And I reluctantly do. "Is it about, that girl?"

He can stop acting! My inner girl says.

I look down at my feet.

"Baby." He asks again. I look up to him just to see him smile, slightly. "Are you jealous?"

"No." I snap.

"Good." He snaps back. "You don't have any reason to be. I don't even know her name."

"She was naked, you were half naked, Vincent." I roll my eyes.

"Hmm...what can that mean?"

"I'm not a child."

"Neither am I." He says. "Come, let's go to bed "

"No." I snap.

"Don't be a nagging child, Rosaline." He says irritated. "Come to bed."

Rolling my eyes I leave him at his position and plop down on top of the covers, ass up.

It stings anyway.

Moments later I feel something warm and oily rub against my bottom cheeks. Opening my eyes, I see the Don rubbing something on my ass.

"What...?"

"Shh. It's baby oil." He whispers.

I smile and bask in the comfort of getting an ass message.

I hum in relaxation.

"You like it?" He asks.

"Mmhmm." I snuggle more to my pillow.

I feel so relaxed and happy that I almost forget about the Cara issue.

Almost.

[A|N]

I am too lazy to write one but this chapter was drafted before.

You guys are welcome by the way. Though I said, I won't update for two weeks. And now my break starts.

Question of the day:

Lollipops or big bars?

Big bars.

-November.