Chapter 17 Sandro
SANDRO
I can feel the shudder that ripples through Evi, and it makes my cock swell almost painfully inside her tight hole. It’s her first time trying bondage, and God, if she isn’t handling it like she was born to be my slave.
I knew I’d pushed her past the point of no return before I’d even asked her. There was no way she could have held out longer. I’d had her on the edge of release for far too long. Which was all part of the plan. I wanted to feel her fall apart on my cock as soon as I slid inside her.
And God, but she did just that. Something about the sweet sounds Evi makes when she comes is enough to drive a man crazy. I want nothing more than to fuck her hard and long and fast until I hear them again. But that’s not what tonight is about.
Even if I knew she would fail, Evi did say she could hold off her orgasm.
So now I get to punish her.
I brush my lips across the shell of her ear, relishing the way her nipples harden against me from the slight contact. “Now that was naughty,” I tease.
She whimpers as I rock back, sliding out of her pussy, which is positively dripping for me.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing beautifully as her breasts rise and fall more quickly, straining against the black fabric of her slip.
“You broke your promise to me, Evi. Do you know what happens when you break a promise to me?” I rasp, sliding down the bed to grasp her ankles.
“N-no,” she stutters, and my stomach clenches at the sudden fear stunting her words.
Lifting one of her delicate, perfectly manicured feet to press a soft kiss against the inside of her ankle, I murmur, “Do you still trust me?”
Her breaths come hard and fast now, near hyperventilation. But she swallows forcefully and gives a jerky nod.
“I need to hear you say it, Sunshine,” I command, gauging her body’s reactions as I debate if I’m pushing her too far, too fast. She’s just so damn innocent—and I don’t want to break her.
The air catches in her lungs, and after an agonizing second, she releases it slowly, as if to steady herself. “I trust you,” she whispers, and her muscles relax once more.
My heart swells, my pulse quickening with pride and desire. “Good girl,” I murmur just loud enough for her to hear. “Then it’s time for your punishment.”
Before she can overthink it, I pull her legs straight and twist, using the inertia to flip her onto her stomach in one smooth move. Evi squeals, and the sound floods me with relief as it’s quickly followed by a peal of breathy laughter.
God, it’s a beautiful sound.
Because she’s blindfolded and won’t see, I allow myself a smile, taking a moment to appreciate her bubbly amusement as I slowly massage my way up her legs.
I knead her calves, and as she softens, I guide them open to make room for myself.
By the time I’ve reached her hips, Evi’s giggles have tapered off, and she gives a soft moan as I run my hands beneath her tantalizing slip to palm her gorgeous ass.
“On your knees for me, Sunshine,” I command, gripping her hips to steady and lift her since she has no hands to bear her weight.
She wiggles her way forward, her ass swaying provocatively, her fingers wrapping around the posts of the headboard for support as she obeys, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sexy.
Too tempted to resist, I guide the flimsy black fabric up past her hips and waist, skirting my fingers across her ribs so I can lean over her and kiss the line of her spine between her shoulder blades.
Evi’s breath catches, her skin rippling with goosebumps beneath my touch, and I soak up the sounds of her pleasure. I take my time, working my way down her back, my kisses soft, my touch even softer because her skin is too delicate compared to the rough pads of callous I possess.
She melts beneath the attention, seeming to forget about her punishment as her pleasure takes over. And when my fingers reach around to stroke her sensitive clit, she whimpers, her hips rolling with anticipation.
“You want my cock, Evi?” I ask, relishing the way she rocks back, straining against the rope around her wrists in search of me.
“Yes,” she whines, her back arching in desperation, the motion parting her folds for me in a hypnotically seductive display.
Christ, this woman is going to be the end of me. She is dangerously enticing.
Without warning, I press inside of her, savoring the delicious clench of her pussy as she takes all of me in one deep, punishing thrust. She moans, the sound so lascivious, it makes my balls tighten and my cock throb.
Evi might have been a virgin when I married her, but she’s got a thirst for pleasure that demands all my stamina and attention. And I love it.
I rock slowly, stoking her desire as I keep one hand on her hip, the other swirling her clit until my fingers are slick with her excitement.
“Now, for your punishment,” I rasp, eliciting another shiver down her spine. “Because you came without my permission, you’re only allowed to come when I spank you. Understood?” I keep my movements slow and deliberate so she’ll catch every word.
Evi whimpers. “And… if I can’t?” She sounds like she’s on the brink of tears at the thought.
“Then you don’t get to come,” I say simply.
But I have faith in my tantalizing wife. She might not know it yet, but I can feel how close she already is to climax. The adrenaline will send her over the edge.
“Now, I’m going to spank you three times, Evi.
That means you only get three chances if you want to come again tonight.
Count them with me.” Stroking my hand over her beautiful skin, I allow myself a moment to take in just how perfect she is.
Then I lift my palm and bring it back down with a sharp snap.
Evi yelps, her hips jerking as her walls clench around my cock. I catch her hip before she can pull away from me fully. She gasps as I brush my fingers softly over her reddening flesh, then she shudders as she rocks back into me, taking my cock deep inside her.
“One,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.” I bring my hand down a second time, reddening her other ass cheek this time, and rather than a yelp, she gives a breathy gasp.
Her walls ripple along my length as I stroke in and out of her, and I know she feels the pleasure in the aftermath of the pain. I can feel it in the way she trembles, her pussy gripping me eagerly.
“Two,” she moans, the sound nearly undoing me.
Even if she doesn’t come on the third one, I know I will. Because she’s taking her punishment beautifully. And I’m painfully hard by now.
“Come for me, Evi,” I command, and I bring my hand down across her perfect ass one last time.
“Three!” she cries out as she unravels completely, her hips slamming back to take all of me as she milks my cock with throbbing pulses.
I groan as I follow her quickly into oblivion, releasing my seed deep inside her.
Breathing raggedly, I fall across her back, bracing with my palms against the mattress so I won’t crush her.
My lips brush her silky skin as we pant together, her heart and mine hammering an erratic, harmonious beat.
Then slowly, I ease out of her, allowing Evi to roll onto her back once more.
When I remove the blindfold, she blinks against the dim light, and I watch her carefully for any signs that I took things too far. As far as bondage play goes, what we did was quite mild, but I still worry that she’s too innocent for my world. And despite my carnal urges, I don’t want to ruin her.
But when her eyes focus on me, they soften, her lips pulling up into a gentle smile.
I untie her wrists slowly and find faint red lines where the rope had been. Remorse tightens my gut, and I brush the marks with my thumb, my touch lingering. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Good.”
Bringing her hands down to eye level, Evi inspects the rope marks and flexes her fingers, as if to test that everything’s still working fine. Then her gaze snaps up to mine. And her smile lights her eyes. “What else should we try?”
The enthusiasm in her voice tells me she really is alright—better than alright, it would seem. And before I can stop myself, a low chuckle rumbles from my chest.
“For tonight? Nothing. It’s time to sleep.”
Evi’s smile slips as she studies my face more closely, her fingers brushing across my cheek and the pad of her thumb gently touching the corner of my eye, where I feel the bags of exhaustion hanging.
“You’ve had a hard week,” she says—always the selfless one, worrying for me when I’m more focused on not pushing her too far.
But she’s right. I’m beat, and I roll onto my side, favoring the one with fresh stitches as I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back snuggly against me.
Morning comes slowly, golden light spilling across the floorboards and creeping up the edge of the bed. It slides across Evi’s bare shoulder first, as soft as silk, then catches in her hair, gilding her chestnut waves in the early sun.
She’s curled against my side, breathing deep and even, her hand resting just over my ribs.
The sheets are tangled around her legs, the mark of our night still written across both of us.
I can still see the faint pink rings around her wrists, and my muscles are loose in a way they rarely experience.
I doubt anyone will notice the rope marks, they’ve faded so much by this morning.
But I still see them, and I’m torn between satisfaction that I left my mark on her and revulsion that I’ve tainted something so pure.
She’s as close to an angel as anyone could find on earth.
And she’s mine.
For a long moment, I just lie there and watch her.
It’s strange, how still I feel. My head’s quiet for once. Usually, by dawn, I’m awake, wired, already thinking about the next fight, the next job, the next potential threat. But now… I don’t want to move.
She looks peaceful, content. Radiant. Like nothing in the world could touch her here. And somehow, that thought makes my chest ache.
I reach out without thinking, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. Her skin is warm beneath my fingers, soft in a way that has no place in my life. Something about Evi is strangely… addicting. I find myself far too easily mesmerized by her beauty, too compelled by her touch.
Teaching her about pleasure, about what it means to trust me, to open herself so completely—it’s a kind of power I didn’t expect to want.
Not like this. I’ve always known how to take what I need, how to control, to dominate when I have to.
But this is something else entirely. There’s something intoxicating about knowing that she belongs to me so completely.
It unleashes in me a sense of possessiveness that I hadn’t expected.
Evi shifts slightly, her body pressing closer, and the faintest sound escapes her—a sigh that’s soft enough to undo me.
I exhale slowly, letting my hand trace the curve of her arm.
She’s small, but there’s strength there too, a quiet endurance that reminds me of forged steel.
She hides it under shyness and soft words, but I see it now—how determined she is to be good, to please me, to make herself useful in a house full of men who measure worth by what they can destroy.
And I’ll be damned if something about that doesn’t gut me.
Protectiveness is a familiar instinct. It’s practically in my blood.
I’ve always been that way with my brothers—especially Raf.
But the loyalty I feel for them is backed with a violent edge, a sense that it’s my responsibility to defend our family.
I’m the disposable one, the warm body that has nothing else to offer but my pain and blood.
I take the hits, I do the dirty work, so they don’t have to. That’s what I am. The mad dog of the family. The thought doesn’t sting because it’s the truth. And I would gladly lay down my life for any one of my brothers.
But with Evi… it’s different.
The loyalty I feel toward her doesn’t have the same bite.
It’s not born from obligation or blood. It’s something quieter, something I don’t have the right words for.
When I look at her, I don’t think about dying for her.
I think about living for her. About keeping this small, fragile peace alive in the middle of all the chaos.
It’s a strange tenderness that I’ve never experienced before, a desire to be gentle with her, to protect and encourage that light inside her. I can feel her innocent enthusiasm and unquestioning devotion slipping between the cracks in my armor, and I’m dangerously tempted to let it happen.
Which is why I have to be careful.
Because tenderness like that—it makes a man forget himself.
I can’t let her soft heart and bright eyes make me lose sight of what matters.
Vengeance.
I married Evi because we need her family’s support. They give us leverage. The Tanakas and the Murrays won’t be easy to topple, but now that Evi’s brothers have sworn their loyalty to Raf, we have something we didn’t before, numbers, influence, a foothold in the city again.
And while I would never hold it against Leo or Gio for following their hearts over staying loyal to us, I know that our iron strength as a family will crumble if I lose sight of our purpose as well. Raf needs me to be strong, now more than ever. Miko needs that from me too.
And I can’t let them down.
They rely on me to be the one who doesn’t waver, the one who doesn’t get caught up in distractions.
So, I make a deal with myself. In the bedroom, I can let down my guard, enjoy my wife the way a husband is meant to.
But outside the bedroom, I need to focus on my role in this dangerous game we’re playing—because make no mistake, if we fail, this plan we’ve hatched could easily cost us our lives.
Focus and unity are the only way Raf will take back our family’s throne.
And I won’t fail him.
Not again.
Dragging a hand down my face, I force the thought to settle, but it doesn’t hold for long. Because even knowing all that, I can’t stop looking at Evi.
She shifts again, her hand sliding over my chest. Her fingers twitch slightly, and I feel it like a spark. My body reacts before my mind does, tension coiling low in my gut.
I should get up. There’s work to do. But when she exhales my name in her sleep—just a breath, barely audible—all those good intentions vanish.
It’s still early.
I have time to enjoy my wife a little longer before I have to go.
So I slip beneath the sheets to sneak a taste.