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Mob Mistress (The Bossman Series)


Rose, Renee



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Frequency of Spankings:
frown Just Right!


Quality of Scenes:
frown Just Right!


Noteworthy:

M/F: hand, belt, hairbrush, spoon, anal.


Book Length:
3,069
* This is the size of the book according to the Kindle. I have no idea what unit this is.
5 Star Review!


Synopsis:

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman. Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man. Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full packagea hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties. Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?


Review:

Lexi is a hair dresser with a ton of potential and a mountain of debt.  When her friend suggests she get a sugar daddy, she couldn’t be more against the idea.  Lexi didn’t think a sugar baby was all that different from a whore and she wasn’t comfortable with that title at all.  That is, until she was officially evicted from her apartment.


Bobby is a well off middle age man with ties to the mafia and a preference for dominance and control.  He enjoys having a goomah to care for and control.  The terms are simple: he provides living expenses and she is available to him whenever and however he chooses.  When she slips up, he reminds his sugar baby of her place in their arrangement while spanking her bare bottom raw over his knee.


Lexi and Bobby hit it off smashingly.  Lexi surprises herself as well as Bobby when she falls into the role of the submissive without skipping a beat.  The only problem is that after a while, she realizes she wants more…



 


“I just taught my class,” she said breathlessly. She had dialed Bobby’s number the moment she walked out.


“And?”


“I went well! At least I hope it did. I’m so excited. I really loved teaching others how to design hair and it seemed like I was good at it! I am crossing my fingers I get this job.”


“I hope so, too, baby. Congratulations. I’m so proud of you.”


“Thanks.”


“Listen, I know I haven’t seen you all week. I am up to my ears in a bit of a mess at the office, but I will try to get over there by nine, okay?”


She tried to swallow her disappointment. She’d been hoping for a fancy dinner to celebrate. “Okay, yeah. I’ll see you then.”


When nine p.m. rolled around, though, Bobby didn’t show.


At 9:30 p.m. she got a text saying, Running late.


She sent back the simple oneletter reply, K, expecting he meant a few more minutes late. By 10:30 p.m., though, he still had not arrived and she grew angry.


What’s up? she texted.


Sorry, baby, I’m still tied up but I’m definitely coming. Be there in less than an hour.


At 11 p.m., when he still had not arrived, she texted, What the fuck? I’m going to bed.


He did not reply.


Furious, she stripped out of her sexy outfit and put on an old pair of pajamas. He had missed his window of opportunity, as far she was concerned.


She sat on the sofa, watching TV. She had mostly written him off, but still felt like she should wait up to see if he ever responded.


Twenty minutes later he walked through the door, looking pissed.


She didn’t bother standing up, to make a point of being put out, but when he stalked over to the sofa, she sat up straighter.


“What is this?” he demanded, showing her the screen of her text message.


Her heart picked up speed, and the unpleasant sensation of being in trouble tightened her belly into a knot. All her sulkiness disappeared in the face of his anger. She stood up, suddenly not enjoying looking up at him. “Well, I—”


“Unacceptable,” he said, tossing his phone onto the glass coffee table. He unbuttoned the cuff of one sleeve and started to roll it up. “I understand I disrespected your time, but we do have an agreement: you are available to me. Not the other way around.”


Her body went limp with instinctual submission to his dominance. Her bottom tingled in expectation of punishment.


He rolled up the other cuff. “I am sorry I didn’t make it here on time. I got tied up with something unavoidable. It was not my plan to stand you up. But you don’t send me messages like this. Ever.”


She stared at him with wide eyes and swallowed. “I’m sorry,” she managed.


He walked into the bedroom and she trailed behind him. He went straight into the bathroom and emerged with her wooden hairbrush.


She stopped breathing.


He walked back out to the living room, sat down on the couch and patted his thighs, looking up at her with the same stern gaze he’d been wearing since he walked in. “Pull down your pants and lay over my lap.”


Her anger had morphed into defiance, but it conflicted with a sense of guilt. She didn’t like being in trouble with Bobby. Not because she feared him, but because...well, she wanted his positive attention. She needed his approval.


Fuck. She wanted his love.


She obeyed his command, slipping her pajama pants down and kneeling beside him to drape herself over his lap.


He started spanking with his hand, her thin lacy panties doing nothing to protect her backside from his onslaught. He spanked hard and fast, one cheek, then the other, then square in the middle. She squirmed as the fire began to set in.


He paused and yanked her panties down, ripping them with the motion. He began to spank again, this time with the hairbrush, which seemed to at least double the force of impact. She squeezed her cheeks together and straightened her legs, stiffening like a surfboard.


“Push your ass out,” he commanded.


She didn’t move for a moment and he didn’t resume, clearly waiting for her to follow his instructions. She considered ignoring them, but realized it would get her nowhere. She was the one folded over his lap with her panties down. She released her clenched butt muscles and hollowed her back, presenting her butt for his punishment.


“Thank you,” he said. He began to spank again, methodically, evenly, one side then the other, right on the place where cheek met thigh.


She began to sweat, panting and wriggling over his lap.


“I’m sorry!” she gasped when it hurt too much to take any more, reaching back to try to cover her butt. Bobby grabbed her wrist and bent her arm behind her back, pinning it there while he continued to apply rapid fire smacks to the lower half of her bottom. To her surprise, he shifted the grasp on her wrist so he held her hand instead, as if offering tenderness or support while he spanked so hard she wanted to crawl out of her skin.


She whimpered, the first sound she’d allowed to come out of her clamped lips. After another minute of steady spanking, her stoicism crumbled and she began to vocalize, emitting little cries and whimpers as he showed no sign of ceasing.


“I’m sorry!” she repeated.


“Sorry for what?” he asked, stopping the spanking and tracing a circle around her ass with the smooth surface of the back of the hairbrush.


“Sorry for pissing you off?”


“Wrong answer,” he said grimly, resuming the steady tattoo on her already sore ass. “Sorry for pissing me off means you don’t think you did anything wrong.”


She kicked her legs, panicked, certain she could not take any more. He clamped one leg over the top of hers to pin them down, locking her in place for his discipline.


“Bobby!” she shrieked. “I’m sorry!” She searched for the right words, her brain too occupied with the fire on her ass to work straight. “I’m sorry I cursed?” She kept groping. “Sorry I disrespected you! I do respect you, Bobby, I do! I respect you more than anyone!” Tears choked her voice, not from the paddling, but from remorse. “I don’t want you mad at me,” she said, a sob breaking free.


“Please don’t be mad at me!”


He did not pause in the spanking, but he lightened the force, not that each strike did not still send ripples of pain when applied to her swollen, tender flesh. She lay still for it, giving up on her useless resistance, accepting whatever punishment he had to give.


“I’m sorry.” She wept, letting go completely as the torrent of tears and sobs released. She did not notice the spanking had stopped until Bobby’s hand tangled in her hair in an unhurried caress that seemed to tell her to go on bawling, that he accepted her tears as penance.


I gave the spanking, I can take the tears.


She had never let herself cry so much in front of a boyfriend before. The intensity of this relationship matched no other. With Bobby, she had been her most vulnerable and found in him more concern, attention and caring than she’d ever received from a man. He handled intimacy better than anyone she knew—hell, he demanded it from her. And he proved himself worthy of it, again and again.


When her tears had slowed to sniffs, Bobby lifted her to his lap, cradling her in his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest.


She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you mad at me,” she sniffed, though in heart, she already knew he held nothing but tenderness for her. Still, she wanted to hear it.


“I’m not mad,” he murmured in her hair.


He also didn’t seem turned on, and where before it had been important for her to know his propensity to spank was kinkrelated, this time she didn’t care. If he wanted to resolve their differences with spanking, she would take it.


“Am I still your girl?” she prompted, still needing reassurance.


He lifted her face away from his chest, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “You know you are.” He kissed her, his lips soft and undemanding, almost reverent, as if she were a fragile treasure he cherished.


“Are you going to...fuck me?” she asked, the word sounding too harsh. Not that she considered Bobby the “making love” type.


“Most decidedly,” he said, touching her nose. “But not tonight.” He slipped his arm under her knees and stood, still cradling her. He carried her to the bedroom and her mind rebelled, not wanting him to leave before they’d had their makeup sex.


He laid her in the bed and left, returning with his phone. He took off his shoes, pants and shirt, crawling over to sit beside her.


“Go to sleep, angel,” he murmured, tucking her against his hip and tracing her ear with his fingertip while he checked messages on his phone. She sighed, exhausted but oddly content, despite the throbbing reminder of her spanking.



 

Mob Mistress is a fantastic spanking romance novel.  While this book is a sequel to The Bossman (which was phenominal, by the way), it can be read independently.  I loved the power exchange between Lexi and Bobby.  He is controlling and domineering, but also extremely caring.  This book was HOT HOT HOT and is most definitely on my “re-read at any time for an awesome time” list.

 




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