Chapter 23 #2
It feels so wrong on so many levels, but it also feels so good to have him take complete control of my body.
His slaps sting my skin, but the heat that remains is warm and tingly.
My pussy gets wetter and achier with each stroke on my tender skin, and that knowledge makes my face burn with equal parts shame and arousal.
Alejandro brings his hand down again on the fleshy part of my ass cheek, and I close my eyes as burning pain shoots through me.
“Now that I’ve got you warmed up, let’s see just how much that ass can take.”
Warmed up? This is the warm-up? Holy shit!
I brace myself for the next hit and bite the inside of my cheek when it lands to stop myself from crying out.
I don’t want to show him any weakness. Not because of my own pride, but because I want him to be proud of me.
I want to take my punishment well for him, and that realization completely floors me.
“Spread those legs for me,” he commands, and I obey without question. “Your concha is soaking wet, Alana.” He confirms his assertion by plunging two of his fingers inside me, causing me to whimper shamelessly. “If you’re enjoying this spanking, then I’m obviously not doing it right.”
I don’t reply. I have no idea what would be appropriate to say. This feels like a test, and I desperately want to pass.
He pulls his fingers out of me and lightly slaps my pussy. The wet sound of his hand connecting with my dripping center is so loud in the small room, and I hope his bodyguard isn’t still in the hallway. Otherwise, there’s no way he didn’t hear it.
Alejandro spanks my ass, my thighs, and my pussy over and over again until the whole area is on fire.
I hiss out a breath and tears roll down my cheeks.
I’m not sure I can take any more. I don’t mind a little pain, but it’s becoming too much to tolerate.
I can’t help feeling disappointed that I started crying when I promised myself I wouldn’t.
To my relief, he tenderly strokes my reddened skin.
“This ass is a pretty sight to behold.” He coats his fingers in my arousal before sliding them up the seam of my backside and circling my hole.
I’m completely spent. I don’t think I have the energy to fight him if he insists on fucking me there even though I’m not ready for that yet. He did promise to wait until I was, so I relax, melting into the desk.
Alejandro presses his lips to my ear. “You took your punishment so well. Will you ever wear panties in this house without my permission again?”
“No,” I breathe. Although maybe that’s not exactly true. I didn’t not enjoy what just happened.
He wipes the tears from my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You want me to make you feel better now?”
My brain wants to tell him to go to hell, but my body is desperate to feel a part of him inside me and for him to deliver the orgasm that’s been building since he fucked me in the kitchen.
My body wins out. “Yes,” I whimper.
He brushes my cheek with his knuckles, and then I hear the sound of his zipper opening.
I’m overwhelmed with relief when he finally pushes his thick cock inside me and fucks me hard against his desk.
One of his hands rubs over the sensitive flesh of my ass, and the other slips between me and the desk, where he finds my clit and starts to toy with me to the same intensity that he’s fucking me.
Not even a few minutes pass before I’m screaming his name. My orgasm washes over me, rolling through my core.
“That’s it, princesa, come on my cock like a good girl.” He gives a few final thrusts and finds his own release.
I stay bent over the desk with my face resting on the cool wood as Alejandro fastens his zipper and belt.
I feel wrung out, but I don’t think I’m able to move yet.
My legs might give way if I try to put my full weight on them.
But I don’t need to because he pulls me up into his strong arms, then spins me around and brushes my hair back from my face. “Are you okay?”
Unable to speak, I nod.
He pulls my dress down and smooths it over my hips and ass so that I look presentable again. Then he drags his thumb over my lip, pulling my mouth open slightly.
“The next time you sulk like a child because I didn’t make you come, I will fill this pretty little mouth with my cock.
I need you to understand that I’m a busy man.
Tonight’s phone call was unexpected, and yes, I admit I could have been more courteous in the kitchen earlier, but there will be times when all I need from you is a quick fuck. And when I do, I expect you to comply.”
“I don’t appreciate being treated like a toy for you to use whenever you please, Alejandro.”
He stares at me, his nostrils flaring, but I refuse to take back what I said.
Then he cups my cheek in his palm and brushes his thumb along my cheekbone.
“You are my wife, not my toy. I respect you, Alana, and I will use and worship your body as frequently as I am able to. But never without your consent.”
All I heard was respect, worship, and consent, and that’s enough for me for now. “Magda left a lasagna in the refrigerator. Shall I pop it into the oven for dinner?” I ask, not knowing what else to say. I feel embarrassed and awkward, and I’m not sure whether he’s still angry with me.
He shakes his head “The only place you’re going is the bath to soak that beautiful ass and then bed.”
My ass would appreciate that, actually. Very much. My body also sings at the idea of curling up in bed after. However, my stomach growls its protest, and Magda did prepare us a beautiful meal. “What about dinner?”
“The lasagna will keep. And I can order us takeout. How about we eat in bed watching TV?”
How about who are you and what have you done with my grumpy Mafia-don husband? “And get food all over your beautiful million-thread-count sheets?”
He dips his head and kisses me softly. “Those sheets are going to need washing in the morning anyway. Because I am nowhere near finished with you tonight.”
I suck in a breath. “More punishment?”
He dusts his knuckles across my cheek. “No, Alana. There’s no punishment in my bed. Only pleasure.”
I shiver at his words, and then his hand travels to my ass. He squeezes it possessively, and while it’s still tender from my spanking, the pain has turned into a pleasant throb now. One he’s igniting. “Tell me who this sexy ass belongs to.”
His possessiveness is a red flag, but all I see is green. Green, green, green. Seems orgasms make me drop dozens of IQ points. “You.”
“That’s right, princesa. Every single part of you belongs to me.”
He picks me up bridal style and carries me to our bedroom. The guards have disappeared into the shadows now, where Alejandro prefers them. It’s good being wrapped up in his powerful arms. It makes me feel cherished, even if it’s only part of the post-sex aftercare.
I close my eyes and get lost in the fantasy of what it might be like to be truly loved by this man.