STOLEN || 18+ (Monsters #3)

.55. Thirty

"Have you ever seen the hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?"

- Maram Rimawi
. . .

Fabiano

I bent her over the railing, the city lights dancing over her dusky skin as I flipped her skirt up, exposing her pretty red panties.

I palmed her ass, gripping the generous swell. "Why am I punishing you?"

"I-I ran off on my own without telling you."

I hummed. She was hard to control when we were at museums yesterday, but today the little girl had run off on her own. She was supposed to hold our hand outside, but she got too excited.

"I understand you got excited, baby," I told her as I took my belt out of the hoops of my trousers. "But I told you to not run off alone." I folded the belt in hand, testing its sting on my palm.

I looked at her ass, slowly moving my eyes down to her thick thighs and feet covered in red high heels.

My baby loved red. More than half of her closet was covered in red.

Her small hands gripped the railing, wife eyes looked at me and then at the belt on my hands.

"How many do you think you deserve?"

"F-Five, daddy?"

It was cute how she thought I'd let her off the hook this easily.

I chuckled. "Really? Thirty is it."

Her wide eyes looked at me. She didn't look scared - just nervous and horny as fuck. That was what I wanted. She didn't need to be scared of me.

"You don't have to count," I said. "You can make all the noise you want. No one can hear us."

She nodded. "Okay, daddy," she whispered.

I snapped my belt against her ass, using almost no strength.

She whimpered, thighs glueing together.

I spanked her again, this time on the top of her thighs. She whined, teary eyes looking at me.

"Hurts, slut?"

She nodded, sniffling. I gently rubbed her ass, my rings glittering. There were two perfectly scarlet stripes on her ass, soon to be followed by twenty-eight more.

I hit her ass, this time I let some force into it. She jumped in her heels, desperate hands grabbing the railing tightly as her knuckles went white.

I waited for the safe word, letting her think through the pain, as I rubbed her ass again.

She didn't say anything. Just sniffled and moved a little in her heels.

"Don't move," I said. "Don't kick your feet and keep your eyes on the city."

Then, I let myself loose.

I spanked her ass till she was sobbing and her little body was trying to squirm away from my belt. I spanked her till her ass was burning red and throbbing.  I spanked her till she was screaming 'sorry' with every spank.

I stopped at twenty.

"That's all you can take?"

Her narrow shoulders shook as she softly sobbed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry, d-daddy," she whispered as she looked at me with tears trailing down her pretty cheeks.

Giovanni stepped into the balcony.

"Now this is a view I love to come back to."

He took his belt off. "How many are left, pet?"

She sniffled again. "T-Ten, daddy."

Giovanni

Her pretty ass was all red, I could see the marks of Fabiano's belt on it. Her tiny body was trembling as she took little breaths, wide tear-filled eyes looking at me and plum bottom lip rolled into her pink mouth.

"Ten," I said. "How many did Fabiano give you, amore?"

"Twenty," she said almost accusingly. I chuckled, petting her head.

"That's too much?" I asked.

She sniffled and nodded. "It hurts," she whispered. "I-I won't run away again, I promise."

"You won't," I said, firmly. "And to get that message across, you need ten more."

I moved away before she could beg. I ran my hand through her hair, gripping her beautiful curls, and spanked her.

She cried out. I pulled at her hair, making her arch.

"Fucking count, whore."

"O-one, daddy."

I hummed. "That's a good little slut. Fabiano was being too nice to you."

Fabiano rolled his eyes.

I smirked. "But I'm not nice."

I spanked her three times at the same spot. The little girl sobbed and whimpered and cried, trying to jerk away, but I had her in place by her hair.

I rubbed her ass with the belt as she whispered the counting, her words jerky and broken.

"How many are left?"

"Six, daddy," she whispered, her whole body tense as she waited for the next spank.

"Doing so good, baby," Fabiano muttered to her, kissing her lips. She clung to him.

I removed my hand from her hair and spread her legs just a little, looking at her little pussy which was making a mess all over her soft inner thighs. Inner thighs I wanted to bite and mark.

So I did just that.

I kneeled behind her and bit into her soft skin as she cried prettily for me. I sucked and nibbled and bit and kissed every spot I could till all of her skin was red and her pussy was weeping to be touched.

I kissed her clit one time and she let out a wanton moan, pressing her pussy towards me for more.

I stood up. "Bad girls don't get pleasure."

I spanked her again, this time not stopping till she had all of them.

When I was done, she was again reduced to tears and her tiny hands were clinging to Fabiano who petted her head, kissing all over her face as she quivered.

I picked her up in my arms.

Her arms came around me, her face hiding in my chest. I walked inside, followed by Fabiano.

I walked into her room.

"I..." she whispered. "I'm not sleepy."

"Who said anything about you sleeping?"

I laid her down on the bed.

"On your knees," I said as Fabiano and I sat on a couch. "Right here." I motioned towards the space in front of us.

She got off the bed, her skirt had come down.

She walked but Fabiano shook his head.

"No, baby," he said. "Crawl for daddy."

. . .

Yeah so...

Yeah...

Imma just 🏃