He Took Me As s*x Droid

Chapter 2

Shame washed over me the moment I anticipated what Mr. Vittori was about to say.

I braced my hands against his chest, determined not to let this go any further. But his face instantly hardened.

He stopped what he was doing, stood up, walked to the side of the sofa, and lit a cigarette, looking visibly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vittori," I said, panicked. "What do I do now?"

'Mom said he's from the Vittori crime family. If I really anger him, what if he takes it out on my family?'

Despite my frantic, rational thoughts, an inexplicable emptiness spread through my body.

My conscience and logic were battling it out, and I nervously twisted my sleeves.

Closing my eyes, I stood up and straddled his lap. I looked at him with doe-like eyes and kissed him clumsily, but he didn't respond at all.

"Is this all you've got when trying to apologize?" he asked. He pulled me close by the waist, then brought the hand that had just been touching my secret garden to my lips. "Come on. Put it in your mouth. Lick it."

Even though I should have been disgusted, I obeyed, opening my mouth to take his fingers in. I sucked on them gently, occasionally pulling them out to trace them with the tip of my tongue. There was no strange taste as I'd imagined; just a faint saltiness I couldn't describe.

"Very good. Seems our sweetheart knows how to lick. But this isn't enough," Mr. Vittori said. He pulled his fingers from my mouth and began to gently knead my chest.

Although the physical tension in my body was eased, it wasn't enough; I craved more.

My lower body writhed unconsciously, grinding against his thigh, desperate for relief, but the more I did, the emptier I felt.

Suddenly, I felt something pressing against my lower body. Before I could react, Mr. Vittori slapped my butt.

"What a disobedient pet. You're enjoying yourself before your master has even gotten any."

His slender hands stroked me up and down, followed immediately by another slap.

Like a puppy that had done something wrong, tears welled up instantly, and my butt began to sting.

"Don't cry. This is your punishment. Take off your pants. Now."

I shook my head, feeling utterly aggrieved. But when I saw Mr. Vittori's face darken again as he stared at me menacingly, an ingrained sense of obedience made me stand up. In front of him, I slowly took off my pants.

"That's better. So you like pink panties, huh? Since you've been so good, shouldn't I give you a little reward?"

Mr. Vittori stood up. At six-foot-six, he loomed over me like a giant. He swept me up into his arms and set me down on the sofa, forcing my legs apart.

Kneeling before me, he stared at my secret garden with a wicked grin and reached out to touch it again.

'So shameful, so good... I want more,' I thought, writhing my hips.

Just then, Mr. Vittori reached out and tore away the last scrap of fabric shielding my secret garden, leaning down to kiss it with his tongue!