Chapter Nine #2
It had no effect on Vittoria, who continued her stammering efforts to explain herself and her inexcusable behavior.
I was done. Undoing her seatbelt, I tugged her over my lap. Bringing my hand down on her backside, the useless string tucked alluringly between her ass cheeks and the sheer material of her dress did nothing to protect her backside from me.
“What’s the matter, wife? Don’t like the attention you asked for?”
My men knew better than to turn around or interrupt me. So, I knew when I tugged her dress above her hips and displayed her ass, they wouldn’t look. I brought my hand down with ruthless efficiency.
With every crack of my hand on her ass, she cried and begged but I had no interest in being lenient tonight. She had this coming and would learn to swallow her medicine and fall in line.
I didn’t stop spanking her until she hung limply over my lap, completely spent. Which happened to be perfectly timed with our arrival home. I tossed my jacket over her and then twisted her as I scooped her up into my arms.
Her make-up was smudged, and dual rows of mascara tracked down each cheek. She wasn’t mad any longer and gazed up at me with a rare look of vulnerability. Opening our bedroom door, I didn’t waste any time setting the scene for her punishment.
I placed her at the base of the bed and laid her on her back.
Taking one long leg, I wrapped a soft fur-lined cuff around her ankle and clipped it to the chain that hung down the bed post. Then I did her other leg and with them both extended into a nice wide V, her slick, swollen folds were on full display.
Her wrists were next, and although she glared at me, I was almost disappointed when Vittoria didn’t put up a fight.
I grabbed a fuck-machine from my closet and set it up at the end of the bed on a bench.
Turning on the machine, I tested the distance from the tip of the dildo to her entrance.
I wanted to make sure her labia would be penetrated but not overly stimulate her clit.
This would be a slow burn, a building of excitement until she was so desperate, she’d have no choice but to beg for release.
Vittoria had lifted her head to see what I was doing and when she saw the fuck-machine, her eyes grew wide.
“Don’t worry. You will barely feel it. But it will become like an itch that no matter what you do, you can’t scratch. This is a lesson in what happens when you go out in public almost naked and air-fuck your friends in front of complete strangers.”
I left her there to marinate in anticipation and went to the kitchen, where I peeled a nice-sized piece of ginger for her tight little back hole.
I waited another ten minutes and returned to the room.
Vittoria was doing her best to shift her hips closer to the dildo, but her legs were firmly held in place and no matter what she did, she couldn’t get closer.
“What’s the matter, my principessa? Were you hoping for a little penetration?”
Her weeping pussy dripped down to her anus. I swirled the ginger through it to coat it in her natural lubricant, then pushed the ginger in her back hole until it was fully seated inside of her.
Standing back, I had to admire the sight she made.
Fucking gorgeous! The bottom of her reddened ass cheeks were in the air, with the handle of the ginger root standing out. The dildo moved with a constant precision designed to stimulate, but not satisfy her.
The moment the heat from the ginger kicked in, she yelped with surprise.
“What is that? Romeo, it’s… it’s hot! Get it out!”
“No. I will not take it out. Not until I feel you’ve learned your lesson.” I jostled the root plug, short thrusts to encourage a fresh flow of juice.
She moaned, thrashing from side to side as if that could help her escape the heat building inside of her.
“Please, Romeo, please fuck me! The burn, it’s driving me insane!”
“As intended. I’ll be back soon to check on you.”
“You son of a bitch!” she yelled from the bed. “Get back here, Romeo!”
I took the secret passage to my office, opened my phone and texted Massimo. “Were the women taken home?”
“Yes. Dealt with.”
One less headache at least.
“Where is Carlo?”
I was furious the shithead had taken such liberties as to not communicate with Massimo, his boss, beyond stating she was meeting with some girlfriends. Had my wife secured herself an ally for herself in my household?
“In one of the holding rooms awaiting his punishment.”
“Meet me there at 8 am.”
“Understood. Good night.”
Time for phase two. I stalked back to the bedroom. Vittoria must have heard me enter the room as she lifted her head and held my gaze. There was no trace of anger in her now, but even the desire I saw couldn’t hide the edge of animosity brewing in her beautiful eyes.
“Did you want me to film and send this to the host of men watching you this evening?” I asked coolly. I never would, but she didn’t know me well enough yet to know that. “I’m sure Gio could provide me with a list of names.”
She hesitated as a pink flush born of embarrassment and need spread across her beautiful body. “It’s not what you think, Romeo.”
Sure, I’d play. “Oh? And what am I thinking?”
She dropped her eyes and chewed her lower lip. I waited to see whether she’d offer me another lie or the truth. “You thought I wanted to show off and get everyone’s attention? But that’s not true.”
She paused. Here it came… truth or more lies?
“I wanted you to notice me.”
I chuckled darkly. “Explain.”
“You’ve been ignoring me since that evening in your office. I wanted you to see me.”
A tear threatened to fall, but she quickly blinked it away. See her? How could I not see her? She was in my head every waking minute of the day.
“You cooked up this elaborate scheme to get your own husband’s attention?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Her expressions morphed so quickly from one to the next with my question, I wasn’t sure I’d witnessed the plethora of her feelings in her expressive eyes until she closed off completely. A slight glare replaced the desperation from a moment ago.
“I asked you a question. Answer me.” I was a bit of a twisted shit, I admit it, but I wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth.
“It should be obvious,” she pouted. She was so cute, with her legs hiked in the air and her arms extended, pulling off such an innocent pout.