CHAPTER 14: A SPANKING FOR BREAKFAST

HAVEN'S POV

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew that something was wrong. It's like I've stayed on a roller coaster for hours with how nauseous and groggy I feel. My mouth also feels dry, as if I've been in a desert for a long time. A roller coaster and a desert. Go figure.

"Are you really awake now? Because we don't have anything left for you to take off, monella."

I slowly opened my eyes. I'm in an unfamiliar room, but I didn't need to force my brain to understand where I am. Oh my god. Did something happened last night? Because if something did, then curse my rotten luck. It finally happened, and I couldn't remember any of it?

"I can almost hear the wheels turning in your head. Nothing happened, though you were very persistent to do the opposite."

I turned my head to the side, and I gulped when I saw Allessio leaning on his elbow while looking at me like I'm the most entertaining thing he has ever seen. My gaze traveled down, swallowing again but this time for a different reason.

He's bare-chested. His wide chest is dusted with dark and coarse hair, and his sculpted muscles look like they're asking to be touched. And his abs, oh my gosh! I've seen my ex's bared upper body before, but compared to Allessio, my ex would look like a boy next to him. Well, Asher, is technically still a boy. Allessio? He's all man.

I couldn't see past his abs since I'm all bundled up and there's a huge blanket on top of me, so I don't know if he's wearing boxers or anything. I have a feeling that he's a boxer kind of man, or if not, he'll probably go commando.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, wincing when my voice came out rough. I sound like I attended until the day three of a concert where I've screamed my lungs out.

When he didn't answer immediately and just smiled, I pushed myself to sit up, only to fall back again when I realized I couldn't move.

I look at Allessio with frightened eyes. "What's wrong with me?"

He shook his head, a small grin playing on his lips, then he sat up. I gasped loudly when a "part" of him saluted at me. A massive part of him.

"W-Why are you naked?"

He pulled the blanket over me which I soon realized wasn't really on top of me, but rather wrapped around me. It wasn't also just one blanket because when he managed to remove it there was another one wrapped around me. I'm like a baby in a swaddle.

"Alles—" I gasped and couldn't finish what I was about to say when the remaining blanket was removed from me, I saw that not only he was naked but so was I.

Shrieking, I quickly grabbed the first blanket I could and covered my naked body with it. "Why am I naked? Why are we naked?"

"What do you think?"

"Did we... did we?" I couldn't even say it fully. What was I being shy about anyway? We'd already done a few things. He'd seen me, and I'd seen him. But I couldn't help it. It's not like we had ended up in bed and gone all the way.

And even though some things had happened between us, I still couldn't say that I was used to it. I don't regret what we shared but I still sometimes couldn't help feeling awkward afterward.

He reached for a lock of my hair, playing with it between his fingers. "Nothing happened, gattina."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Why didn't you just say so? I thought—"

"But you keep trying to make sure that something will happen by taking off your clothes. You didn't stop there, and you even took mine off. I tried to tell you no, but you cried as if I mistreated you, so I let you do what you want."

"What?" I whispered.

"When you tried jumping me, that's when I decided to wrap you like a burrito so you wouldn't be able to move." He pulled the lock of my long hair towards him, and he kissed the ends, hiding the smile coloring his lips. "I like to think I'm strong, but it's becoming clear that you're an exception from that."

What I should do is jump from the closest cliff. Yeah. I should do that. Like right now.

What in the hell happened last night? I remember only drinking two glasses of wine then after that I just kept eating. I've partied hard my whole life, so how come those two glasses of wine did that much damage?

"Are Italian wines that different from other wines?"

"No," he answered.

"But why...?" My eyebrows knitted. "What exactly happened?"

"Besides the fact that you were very determined to take advantage of me?" My cheeks flushed with heat, and he chuckled. "You ate a lot and cried over a movie."

I could remember fragments of what happened last night, but they're blurry, as if my mind was clouded when they took place. "That doesn't sound so bad."

The tip of Allessio's lips went up. "The movie was Lion King and I found you crying your heart out in the entertainment room. You begged me to save Mufasa so I had Lorenzo and Adriano take off the TV from the wall so that they can make you believe that they're bringing the lion to the vet."

He handed me a glass of water from the bedside table. I took a tentative sip as he watched me. "You also hinted that you want me to eat that tight pussy of yours, and you showed a deep interest in riding me."

I spat out what I was drinking, and the loud laughter of Allessio echoed around the room. With his chest vibrating with laughter, he reached for me and wiped the side of my lips. "You're my monella. My little troublemaker." His thumb lingered on my bottom lips for a moment. "You already are even before, but you're even more when you're high because of a cannabis-infused dessert."

A vague memory of Allessio explaining to me that what I had wasn't shaped as a maple leaf but rather a marijuana leaf popped into my mind. It's the chocolate lollipop! That's why he told me not to eat any of the dessert at the party.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"Are you really?" When I nodded, his finger travelled downward from my neck to the swell of my breasts, creating a path of electricity on my skin that all I could do was hold my breath. "Unfortunately, I don't accept a simple sorry, gattina."

"W-What?"

He pulled the blanket until it's no longer covering me. His gaze that traveled all over me almost felt like a touch. Each place his eyes landed, a surge of heat started to prickle my skin.

"You need to be a little more sincere than that," he murmured.

He put a hand on each side of my thighs, and I made a sound of surprise when he suddenly flipped me over so that I'm on my stomach.

I could feel the heat of his body behind me as he gripped my hips and pulled them up until my knees were kneeling on the bed, and then he took my hands and put them on the headboard.

"I don't think—"

"I'm not going to take you. Not yet." His breath brushed the side of my face, and I felt his chest on my back. "This is a punishment because you disobeyed me. But I'll go easy with you because you're my adorable gattina."

"Allessio..."

His hand caressed the globe of my behind, and my eyes widened in realization of what he's about to do. "You'll get five, but if you continue to be a brat, I'll be forced to give you ten."

Holy shit, holy shit! He's going to spank me! I'm going to have a spanking for breakfast!

He licked a path from my neck to my ear and whispered, "Remember. Daddy is doing this for your own good."

I came. I'm pretty sure I just had a mini-orgasm. That's how much heat pooled from between my legs at the word that came from his mouth. A word I've buried at the back of my mind after I slip last time. A word that feels so forbidden in this scenario, so dirty, so bad... and yet every part of me is reacting to it like fuel to a fire.

The sound of palm hitting flesh vibrated around the room at the same time that I felt a stinging pain on my behind.

"Count, baby," he whispered.

"One..."

He spanked me again, and this time it was in a different area. Even punishing me, it was as if he wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be so tender so he's distributing the pain.

"T... Two," I breathed out.

He did it again and again, and when he reached the last one, I was almost falling back to the bed if only he didn't have an arm wrapped around my waist to help me up.

Tears are clouding my eyes as I counted for the last time. "F-Five!"

I didn't know I was crying until I felt him raining tiny kisses on my back, on my neck, until he reached my cheek. He held my chin gently, a contrast to the punishment he just delivered, and he kissed the tears away.

"You did good, my gattina." He gave my lips a soft kiss. "So good that you deserve a reward."

Before I could ask him what he meant, he put my hand back on the headboard and pulled me on my knees again. For a moment I thought he was going to add more blows to my poor buttocks, which for some reason I didn't find that appalling. But instead, he moved back, and at the next moment, I felt his hot, wet mouth between my legs.

He went straight for it as if he'd just been holding himself back, and now he's no longer stopping.

His tongue explored every part of my core—sucking, nibbling, probing. Adding to the already heightened sensation enveloping me, he eased in a finger inside me while his thumb flicked over my rigid nub from behind me.

The whisper of his name coming from my lips became cries of passion, but when I was nearly nearing the edge, he suddenly stopped.

"No... no!" Tears fell from my eyes as I turned my body to face him, reaching for him. I'd rather choose the spanking a million times than him stopping everything, cutting off every pleasure he's giving me.

"Shh. I know what you're thinking, and that's not it. I don't have much of that self-control right now, monella." He pulled me towards him until I'm straddling him. "Maybe someday when you've done naughtier things, I'll withheld you from coming just to punish you."

I had no choice but to swallow the question I had when he pulled me so close that I felt the head of his raging cock on my center. Electricity surged right through me. Allessio definitely noticed, and with a grin, he wrapped a hand around his length and used it to tease my wetness.

"I can't wait for the day that I'm feeling the walls of that beauty around my cock." When I whimpered, he leaned down to graze my lips with his teeth. "But I want that to happen when you're not being swept away by your... youthfulness."

"I'm not a child!" I hissed, my face going red for a different reason. "Are you seriously withholding sex because you don't see me as a woman?"

He clasped his hands on each side of my hips, and he pulled me up. My lips parted when his second move was to pull me down, and with our proximity, the seam of my sex rubbed against his hot rod.

"You think I don't see this? Everything that makes you a woman? My woman?" My back arch and my hands shot out to him when he moved my body again up and down to hump his thickness that is now coated with my juice and his precum. "I see everything. I see you. But I don't want to be just like those dumbasses that came into your life."

I was starting to lose focus. It was like I'm being consumed—ruled over—by the fire between us.

"I don't want your former lovers who got the privilege to feel you... to have you... and still they fucking let you go," he said through gritted teeth. The fire dancing in his eyes is like two entities clashing. One of them is full of hatred at the thought of the men I've been with, while the other is blazing with the desire to have me. "I never cared... it never mattered. And yet with you, I want to kill anyone who got to see you like this. I selfishly want it all. I want to turn back time so I have you first, that you knew and felt no one but me, that your body surrendered not just to anyone but to me, who will never let you go. Even if you beg, even if you start to hate me, even if you point a knife to my heart."

I should be scared. I know that. He's basically telling me that I no longer have the freedom to walk away. And yet I could feel every part of wanting that... longing to be surrounded by everything that is him.

"Al... Allessio..." I grab onto his shoulder as I moan at the way our bodies moved rhythmically together. "Listen..."

He growled, burying his face in my neck as he helped me gyrate on his lap. "I'll erase them from your life. I'll bury myself in you so deep that you know that I'm the only one that got to reach that. I'll fuck you so hard that it would be like they never happened."

There was something erotic with what we were doing. He's not even penetrating me, and yet I'm going insane with so much pleasure.

My nails scored his back as my body trembled when I reached my climax. But Allessio didn't stop, and I could feel another orgasm just waiting for the right time to wash over me.

"D-Daddy!" I cried out.

Allessio's head snapped at me, and the fire in his eyes turned into wildfire at what I just called him. Before he can speak another word, I put my hands on each side of his cheeks. I found myself kissing him, giving him the same intensity of the kisses he had given me before.

When our lips parted, without letting go of his gaze, I started to move myself up and down his length without him having to do it himself.

"Only you..." I whispered as my vision went hazy with need. "There was no one else. Only you."

His eyes flickered with something raw and unguarded when he understood what I meant. Allessio, in his own way, was always trying to be gentle around me. He had shown me a lot of things that could be considered frightening. He even pointed a gun at me when we first met. But there was no denying that he had always treated me with carefulness, as if he didn't want who he is to scare me.

But at this very moment, it was like he finally gave in, the loud screaming of his desire pushing him to lose control. In the next heartbeat, I was on my back with his huge build towering me, and then he claim my mouth in a devouring kiss.

He did this while he palmed my pussy rapidly while his other hand stroked his cock in strong motions. It wasn't long before I'm writhing underneath him, whispering his name as if a prayer.

I was pushed into the edge, leaving me trembling violently, and Allessio wasn't far off. He came with a groan, his release so powerful that I could feel him covering my body with his cum.

Allessio's gaze took me in, memorizing the view in front of him. His entirety is vibrating with something close to being unhinged—a primal intensity that has found the one that matches it.

"Such a beauty," he murmured, cupping my cheek with his large hand. "A beauty that I will soon possess completely."