"I'm going to fuck you until you say you're sorry for being a fucking brat," he snarled in my ear.
"Yes, Daddy" I moaned while his fingers moved in sync in pussy.
"Brava ragazza," he cooed.
[Good girl]
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Naina Patel- A 21 year old genius lawy...
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I wake up at exactly six in the morning, due to my standing appointment at the jail with Emilio at eight. I have come to dread waking up here, I miss waking up in my apartment where I could do whatever the hell I wanted. This fuels me to take control and get up.
I am getting out of here.
I repeat this mantra as I trudge to the bathroom on the far side of the room, I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is flowing every which way, curls sticking out, making me look like a monster. The bags under my eyes are not helping either.
I had a restless night, tossing and turning all night. The kiss plagued my thoughts. It was such a spur of the moment thing. That will never, ever happen again.
I exit the bathroom to go the closest and pick out my outfit. For the first time in days I have to dress like somebody that is a respected lawyer. I look at the pile and spot the a dark gray pantsuit and black blouse. Perfect.
I grabbed the clothes and walked back out to the bedroom area.
These need ironing.
I search the room for an iron, but to no avail. I slump down onto the chair, defeated.
I can't go in there looking like an old person's face! Oh wait, I can ask Marie!
I reach for the phone on the bedside table, and dial one.
"Miss Patel, what may I assist you with?" she picks up right away.
"Marie, call me Naina, and can you bring up an iron, I need to iron my outfit?" I ask, hoping she'll say yes.
"Nonsense I'll do it for you, I will be up in five Miss Patel,".
"No Marie, that isn't neces--," she cuts me off by hanging up the phone.
Fine, I'll spend extra long in the shower.
Holding my bra and panties, I return to the bathroom, using the toilet, and getting in the shower. I turn it on, standing back while waiting for the water to get warm. It soon does and I let the water consume me.
Once I finish, the mirror has fogged up along with the entirety of the room. I grab the towel from the rack, and dry my body off, water droplets disappearing with every swipe.
I hear clamor outside the door, so I open it a crack. The steam, eager to get out, alerts the intruder of my presence.
"Ah, Miss Patel, I have just finished ironing your clothes. I am on my way out now, and Mister Bianco wants you in his office in 20 minutes" Marie says in her usually chirpy voice.
"Thank you, and it's Naina," I call out as she shuts the door.
I continue my routine, smearing my body in lotion, brushing my teeth, and doing my hair. I decide to do no make up, because I don't really like wearing any.
