Chapter Nine #3
Vittoria never ceased to impress me with her strength and character. But I wasn’t here to admire my wife. I was here to punish the thoughtless little girl she behaved like. Once again, she’d acted without thinking, tried to seize my attention by flaunting herself in a crowded club.
“You should know, I’ve peeled plenty of ginger and can replace the one in your ass whenever you need a fresh piece to squeeze.”
Her eyes narrowed, but not before her pupils widened. She didn’t hate her torture as much as she let on, but didn’t want me to know that.
“Have it your way,” I said and left her to think over her predicament while I grabbed a fresh piece of ginger from the kitchen.
Back in the bedroom, I removed the fuck-machine and raised the notch on the ankles cuff attachment, so her weight moved from her mid-back to her shoulders. Now she had plenty to say, but the time for apologies was over.
The new ginger drove a fresh heat wave through her. A glossy sheen covered her body, especially her inner thighs, shiny with her excitement. With the new angle, fresh ginger juice trickled between her puffy lips, mingling with her oils and following gravity to drip onto her belly.
She was perfect and mine! The belt slithered through the loops making a shhhh-ing sound that alerted my pretty captive to what was coming next. I’d learned that my princess was especially sensitive to leather.
Her head tilted up and showed the slits of her eyes and the desire swirling in their pretty depths.
“I have what you need, baby girl, just admit it’s me you want.”
I lashed her trembling flesh, right across the handle of the ginger.
A sobbing moan shivered from my wife’s lips and I could see her slick opening quiver, cramping with need.
She’s perfect. A blend of brat and goddess, in control and no control, hungry pain-slut and submissive little girl.
But she was still holding back and I needed to break through the barrier and get inside her secret.
Smash it and take the burden from her. Carry it or destroy it, whatever was fitting.
Thwack! The leather striped her backside just above the plug and close to her sweet pouty nether lips. She wailed and sobbed. Her inner thighs were drenched with her sweet nectar. So sweet, I was having a hard time holding back.
Up and down her backside, I painted her rosy flesh a deep ruby red. When I reached her sit spot and moved the strokes to her thighs. Vittoria howled, her body tensing as a powerful orgasm overtook her.
What the hell? I knew my princess liked her pleasure spiked with pain, but I hadn’t realized she could reach climax just from a spanking. Of all the women I’d known who enjoyed playing such games with me, that was a first.
“Romeo, please, I need you,” she cried when her body relaxed.
“Say the words I want to hear, Vittoria,” I prompted, ready to deliver her reward for saying she was mine and only mine.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Soft words, so quiet in contrast to the pounding of my heart, which was so loud that surely she could hear it too. How could she love me? This wasn’t supposed to happen, yet…
The words hit me harder than any bullet ever had.
I’d wanted obedience. Control. Possession.
Not this. Not love. Yet as I stared at my wife, flushed, restrained, trembling beneath me, denial became impossible.
Somewhere between the fights, the punishment, and the way she looked at me like I was both her salvation and destruction, I had fallen hopelessly in love with her.
I dropped the belt and yanked out the plug.
Toeing off my shoes and shucking my pants and boxers in record time, I lined myself up with her entrance.
“Your wish is my command, Principessa.” Slamming my hips forward, her tight slickness enveloped me and pulled me in deep. Her body welcomed my invasion and begged to be conquered.
“Vittoria,” I moaned, my balls slapping her fiery ass.
“Romeooo!” she screamed, convulsing around my cock, milking me to a powerful orgasm. A low growly moan escaped me as I emptied into her spasming pussy. I almost passed out on top of her, but I kept my legs beneath me and pulled my half-hard cock from her.
Slowly, I uncuffed her ankles and massaged her legs before moving to her wrists. She was still, spent and either asleep as I moved through these tasks or floating in the aftershocks. But when I came to wipe between her legs, her eyes fluttered open and gazed into mine.
There was still a secret swimming in those sparkling eyes, but whatever resistance that had been there since she fell into my arms on her father’s property was gone.
After wiping myself down and removing my shirt.
I climbed on the bed and covered us, pulling her into my arms, her very warm backside snuggled against my crotch.
My cock liked feeling her punished bottom and slowly grew, pressing between her scalded cheeks and that was how I woke up the next morning.
Quietly, I dressed and went down to the business level of my home to meet Massimo and decide what to do about Carlo before my jealousy made the decision for me.