Chapter 38
Maximo
Still covered in my own blood, I release my throbbing cock and thrust into my wife’s soaked, spasming pussy. She screams, but makes no move to escape. I grip her bright red ass cheeks and ruthlessly fuck her cunt.
She betrayed me. On purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing the whole time she spied on me. She tried to sell my secrets for her freedom.
Even so, I can’t let her go. Never.
She’s mine to love. Mine to cherish. And mine to punish.
She knows she’s been a bad girl, that what she did was wrong, and she’s repentant.
Not once has she balked at my lashings or begged for mercy.
No, because she knows she deserves this.
Every strike of my belt, every inch of my cock taking her, claiming her, showing her who she belongs to for all time.
“Are you really sorry?” I growl into her ear.
“Y-yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m sorry!” she cries.
“That’s better. Do you think this is a fair punishment for what you’ve done?”
She whimpers. “Yes. It’s fair.”
“Will you ever betray me again?”
“No.”
I slap the side of her breast, and she gasps. I pinch her pebbled nipples. “No, what?” I snarl.
“No, I’ll never betray you again.”
Satisfaction courses through my blood. “Good girl.” Reaching between her thighs, I smack her clit, one, twice, three times. She screams as another orgasm bursts through her. Fuck, my girl likes it rough. I never would have guessed.
Three more relentless thrusts and I spill inside of her with a low groan. As soon as I’m spent, I gather her into my arms. She’s shaking, her skin hot to the touch, and I know it’s going to take her a while to come down from this.
Carrying her to the bedroom, I wrap a blanket around us and sit on the mattress, holding her tight. She sobs, clinging to me. My anger diffuses.
“Did I hurt you?” Calmer now, worry gnaws at me. There’s a fine line between punishment and actually hurting someone. I hope I haven’t crossed it. “You need to tell me if I hurt you, if I took it too far.”
She shakes her head. “N-no. I’m okay. Just hold me.”
Her words are like a balm to my soul. I rest my chin on her head, cradling her close.
She cries, releasing everything she’s been holding inside for too long.
It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen her and I know it’s a privilege that she’s let me in this close.
That she trusts me enough to let herself fall apart, then hold space as she puts those broken pieces back together again.
As her tears dry up, she says, “I’m truly sorry for what I did to you. It will never happen again, I promise.”
“I forgive you, bella.”
She utters a sound of disbelief. “Just like that?”
Cupping her cheek, I tilt her head up until her sorrowful gaze meets mine. Her flushed face is stained with tears, yet she’s never been more beautiful.
“Cara mia, you could put a gun to my head and pull the trigger, and I’d spend every moment I’m burning in hell forgiving you, over and over again.”