Free A Thief in Venice by Tara Crescent

startled me,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
    I was still bent over his lap. His hand, the one not holding my wrists in place, stroked my hair away from my neck. “This you apologize for?” There was humour in his voice. “You try to steal from me. You come in here yelling at me. But the one thing you apologize for is reacting when I paddled you?” He chuckled. “You are a strange one, sweetness.”
    The paddle traced a path on my ass again. But this time, I was better prepared, and I held still as the paddle descended on my ass. Heat rose in me. He wasn’t hitting me hard. This was sensual and erotic, and I relaxed into it and just let myself feel.
    “Mmm,” I moaned. “This is nice.”
    “Good.” His voice was satisfied. The paddle descended on my ass again, and I arched towards it with a groan. Again, and I spread my legs restlessly. Yet again, and I twisted off his lap. “Please, Antonio,” I begged him. “Stop teasing me.”
    He laughed. “Remind me to spank you really hard at some point for moving without permission,” he said.
    “Later,” I pouted. I wanted to see his face. “I want to suck your dick,” I begged.
    “Demanding little thief,” he chided. “More punishment.” But I heard the sound of the zipper, and Antonio guided me to the edge of the bed and sat me down. He reached for my wrist, and kissed my fingers gently, and then he guided my hand onto his cock. He was hard and ready, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I’d only sucked his cock once, and I wanted him in my mouth again with a desperate need.
    I moved my hand up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of that beautiful dick. Then I lowered my mouth on his head, licking the drop of precum that had gathered, before sucking his head between my lips. He groaned in response, and I smiled a satisfied smile.
    “You are in so much trouble, Lucia,” he said, but his voice made it sound like a sweet promise. I smiled up at him, though I couldn’t see the look on his face, and I took more of his length into my mouth, my hand holding the base of his cock. “Ah fuck, sweetness,” he groaned in response.
    I smiled again. I liked this reaction from him. I loved knowing that I could give him pleasure. I set a steady rhythm, my tongue massaging the sensitive underside of his shaft, my lips clamping down on his cock, my mouth sucking to create pressure.
    His hands curled around my hair, and I relaxed my throat, thinking that he was going to push his length deep into me. But he just held me there. I felt connected to him with that touch, and I flushed as I realized that that gesture of possession had set my pussy dripping even more.
    “Lucia,” he groaned finally. “I want you face down on the bed, sweetness.”
    I pouted inwardly. I wanted him to come in my mouth. But I obeyed silently. “Such a good girl, Lucia,” he said, his voice approving. “Give me your hands.” He cuffed my wrists behind my back, and pushed them up so my elbows were bent, and my wrists were in the middle of my back. I could feel his weight shift on the bed. Then he straddled me, and I moaned softly and automatically tried to spread my legs.
    “Shh,” he said quietly. “Just do as I tell you, sweetness. I’ll tell you if I want you to part your legs.” I could feel his dick at the cleft between my ass cheeks, and then he rubbed himself against my body. “I could just do this,” he mused. “Rub myself back and forth, and come all over your back. Would you like that, little thief?”
    “I’d like you in my pussy a whole lot more,” I replied, my head turning towards his. He laughed and moved and flipped me over so I was lying face up.
    “Spread your legs for me, sweet Lucia,” he ordered, and I complied instantly. I could hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and then he plunged his length into me. I could feel my pussy walls clench against his hard dick. He pulled out and entered me again, and I whimpered in utter longing as