CHAPTER 37 #2
“If you try to run away, the spankings will increase. Is that clear?”
I nod, not daring to look into his eyes.
“Tell me you remember.”
“I do.”
He moves closer to me and massages my arse gently. “It’s a shame no one knows how to use this sweet little arse as well as I do. I almost feel sorry for you.”
My legs tremble. “I don’t—”
I gasp as his belt slams against my arse. Then I bite my lip.
“Don’t hold back, ragnetta. No matter how loud you scream, no one will hear you.”
“Go to hell.”
He laughs and hits me again. I lean forward, but he shoves me back into position. “You’ve just earned more.” He massages the sore spots with one hand. “Stay still.”
I hold my breath with the third hit, the fourth… I doubt I can take any more after the tenth, but I remain silent. He doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to, either. My skin hurts; it stings and burns with every spank from the belt.
“Will you let another man touch you again?” he asks.
“As many times as I can.”
Eleven, twelve, thirteen…
I try to move, but his hand lands on my pelvis, brushing my clit with his fingers.
Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen…
“Say my name.”
I smile. I search his eyes.
“Angelo.”
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…
“I think you’ll need more to learn your lesson.”
“What I’ll need is a real man.”
I squirm and scream with each of the following spanks. He counts each one aloud. He doesn’t stop at forty.
“Please stop,” I cry. “Please.”
He laughs deeply.
“Will you run away from me again?” He asks.
“No.”
“Who owns your body?”
“You… only you,” I gasp.
My arse burns. He rubs it, making the pain stay in one spot, offering a strange kind of relief.
He tugs at my hair, eyes filled with lust and a glint of amusement. “And who am I?”
I grin at him. “A son of a bitch.”
He brings me to my knees in front of him. Pulling down his trousers, he grabs his erect cock and taps my face with it.
“Open wide.”
I obey, sticking out my tongue in anticipation.
He slides his cock into my mouth. I gag.
“Breathe through your nose,” he says in a slightly softer voice.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Holding my face in his hands, he pushes deep into my throat again and again, making my head bump lightly against the tree trunk.
“Your lips look so pretty around my cock,” he adds, his voice deep.
“You were meant to use them like this from the start.”
He continues to thrust his hips mercilessly. I tap his thigh four times, and he eases up enough for me to breathe.
“You’re going to kill me,” I gasp.
He snorts. “Don’t use your hands.”
I tense but obey, keeping my hands behind my back as I open my mouth. Saliva drips down my chest. Dante smiles and guides his cock to my lips again.
He thrusts over and over. My eyes blur with tears, my jaw aches, but the need for him burns stronger. I bring my hands to my breasts and cup them, moaning around him as I pinch my nipples.
“I love watching you suck,” he says in a husky voice that sends a shiver through me. “It’s the only time your mouth is really good for something.” He clamps my head tighter when I try to pull away, silencing my protest. “Be a good girl and get your job done.”
I growl, making him shudder. His pace quickens, thrust after thrust, his gaze locked with mine.
“You have no idea how you’ve been driving me crazy these past few weeks.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “And your fucking.” Thrust. “Lingerie.”
That was the whole point.
Dante grunts as I flick my tongue around his head. Saliva runs down my chin, and the sound of my gagging only excites him more.
I tap his thigh three times, and he pulls away. I gasp for air, but he doesn’t let me rest.
He grabs my cheeks, spits into my face, and slaps me.
“Suck.”
I come closer, but he’s already moving his hand fast up and down his length. He pushes his hips towards my open mouth, and I focus on his balls. His gaze never leaving mine.
“You’re such an ungrateful slut.”
I smile. “So?”
He slips two fingers into my mouth, and when I part my lips wider, he forces his way inside, thrusting in and out, faster and harder. Without mercy. I brace my hands on his thighs, but he grabs them and pins them against the tree.
He is the one who moves. He is the one with the power.
His head tips back, rain streaming down his face, and I can’t help but admire how good he looks while dominating me.
I’m lost.
He stops suddenly and explodes in my mouth. Hot cum hits the back of my throat; some spills out, mixing with my saliva.
He pulls away, and my hands drop limp. Dante wipes my chin with his thumb and shoves it into my mouth. “Bella puttana.23 Swallow it all.”
I suck on his finger.
Once he finishes, he pushes me back, and I collapse into the wet grass. He positions himself between my legs, ignoring my weak struggles, and slides two of his fingers inside me.
I stifle a gasp with my hand.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he groans against my breasts, his digits moving slowly. “Tell me, amore, were you thinking about me while you had your husband inside you?”
Yes. Every fucking time.
“No.”
He pinches my clit, and I squeal. He pulls his fingers out of me, but his thumb keeps stroking. “Have you thought about me these past few months?”
Every day.
“Only about killing you.”
He squeezes once more, and I close my eyes against the pain.
“I should spank you again to teach you a lesson,” he growls. “Maybe I wasn’t hard enough.”
I gasp, catching the glint of mischief in his eyes. Slowly, I shake my head.
“I-I’ll be good.”
He leans in, and I spread my legs. His hungry gaze fixes on my pussy. He bends down, licks my vulva, then pulls back with a grin. “I hope you still have the strength to scream.”
Notes:
23. You beautiful slut.