The Informant

"You insulted my côck, Mia. Yes?"

Heat engulfed my body, setting my blood to boil. I'd never been handled so roughly, but it turned me on more than I expected. "Answer me." He commanded softly.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He pulled my hair tighter, "Yes." I moaned.

"Oh, you dirty little girl, you like it when I'm rough, yes? La mia innocente."

"Yes!."

He stepped back, slipped my robe down my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. I was almost fully naked, only the soft cotton material of my bra covering my breast. I wanted him to touch me, so bad that I was almost tempted to beg. Matter of fact, I would, without hesitation if he asked.

He unbuckled his belt and slid it tantalizingly slow through the loops of his jeans, taking it off and discarding it somewhere on the floor beside him. "No one insults my côck, bambina. How are you going to apologize?"