This time, I'm serious

Doesn't matter where

**** Next level NSFW you've been warned ****

Jas wrapped her arms around Bruno, taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling of her face against his chest. As everyone turned to go back into the kitchen, and Bruno and Jas happened to be the last ones. She took a few steps, and felt the sudden annoyance of a pebble into her shoe

"Oh, hang on, babe, I've got a pebble. One sec."

She willed all of her flexibility to her legs, as she bent down to flick the pebble from her sandal... deliberately not bending her legs while she did so. She wondered what smartass comment it would elicit from Bruno.

But she didn't get one.

Instead, she felt a searing, delicious pain as he slapped her ass. Hard.

She gasped, the incredible sensation making her lose her balance, and she fell to her knees.

"Oh my god, fuck, sorry. " He picked her up, and she started giggling furiously.

He covered his mouth, half from shock, and half trying to stifle the laugh. "I seriously didn't mean to make you fall over, I'm sorry."

Jas beamed at him, absolutely touched at how careful he was about not hurting her. "You're not much of a dom, babe."

He laughed. "I know. I'd be too worried about hurtin' yeh."

She bit her lip. "Mmmm. Shame. I'd like it if you did."

He raised his eyebrows. He looked around, making sure there were no cameramen on their tails. He covered his mic, and motioned for her to cover hers. He pulled her into the shadows, and leaned into her, whispering.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I'm not gonna hurt yeh, but I can boss you around a bit if you want me to."

She nodded, furiously.

He groaned. "Good. 'Cos I've been waiting to rip that little dress off you for hours, you little fuckin' tease. And I'm gonna make you pay for it."

Her breath caught. " Make me pay for it now. "

He looked around once more. Alone. He looked down at her. Her lips were parted. She wanted him to take control. He thought he may as well have a bit of fun with it.

"Take off your underwear"

"Now!?"'

"If I have to ask you again, there'll be consequences."

She bit her lip, and without even looking around, flicked her thumbs under her dress, and pulled her underwear down. She stepped out of them, picking them up, and holding them in front of him.

"Good girl." He took them off her, and he could feel they were soaked. His cock twitched when he thought of how wet she must be. He stuffed them in his pocket, and pointed at the villa.

"Go. "

She walked back into the villa, and he followed after her. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, awaiting instructions.

"Daybeds " he growled into her ear. However, it was only a few seconds before he realised that the daybeds were already... occupied . He could hear Valentina groaning from the deck.

"Fuck." he whispered. "Roof terrace, then."

She obediently started walking up the stairs. She walked through the changeroom, and out to the terrace, finding it thankfully, unoccupied. But he wasn't risking anyone walking in on them. He shut the door behind them, walked over to the table in the middle, and picked up one end with his good hand, dragging it into place against the door.