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“Salvatore—”
“Is this what you fantasized about when you were engaged to Pyotr? Do you picture him, while you read this?”
“I—”
Before she can say another word, I toss the book back onto the nightstand, spinning her around to face the bed. I grab both of her wrists, pulling them behind her back as I grip them in one hand, fumbling for my belt buckle with the other. “Alright, Gia,” I growl, yanking my belt free. “If you want to behave like a slut, I’ll give you what you want. If you want a man who acts like a Bratva husband, I can give you that, too. Since you crave it so much, you can go ahead and fucking have it.”
She’s shaking now, her lips parted and her eyes wide, but I can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal that’s driving her. The possibility of the latter stiffens my cock until it aches, until it’s straining against my fly as I push her face-down onto the bed. I toss the belt onto the bed next to her, grabbing the skirt of her dress in my fist and shoving it up to her waist.
“Salvatore, what are you—” She gasps the words, and I curl my fingers into the side of her bikini bottoms, yanking them down her thighs and letting the damp fabric hit the floor with a soft thud.
“Punishing my wife.” I push her dress up higher, so that I’m holding it out of the way with the same hand gripping her wrists. “Teaching you a lesson, Gia. I should have done this the first time you talked back to me. I should have taught you what happens to spoiled brats. But better late than never,” I add, reaching for my belt and folding the leather, gripping it by the buckle and the end in my other hand. “If you take your punishment well, Gia, I’ll stop at ten.”
“Salvatore—” She gasps my name, twisting against my hold on her wrists. “Please?—”
“Please, what?” I mock. My cock throbs as she says it, the sound of her gasping, please, doing things to me that I didn’t know were possible. “‘Please, stop?’ Or ‘please, keep going.’ This is what you fantasize about, isn’t it?”
“I—” She swallows hard, letting out a whimper as I drag the leather belt over the firm, tanned curve of her ass.
She’s perfect. She’s so goddamned perfect it hurts. My cock is aching, every muscle in my body wound tight, all of me demanding that I take this further. I’ve never spanked a woman, never done anything like this before, but just the thought of it has me so hard that I can feel the pre-cum dripping from my tip, soaking my boxers and my shaft as I grit my teeth against the throbbing, driving need to be inside of her.
But first, I want to see her ass red while she begs me to forgive her.
“Ten strokes with the belt.” I drag it over her ass again, down to her thighs. “To remind you what happens to unfaithful wives.”
“What happens to unfaithful husbands?” Gia snaps, some of her defiance returning as she twists her head to look at me. “What do I get to do to you in this scenario?”
“I don’t know.” I lift the belt, looking down at her. “But I haven’t been, so we’ll cross that bridge if we get there.”
And then I bring the belt down across her ass with a crack of leather against flesh.
She cries out, and my cock lurches, straining to be free. The red stripe against her ass is perfect, and I resist the urge to let go of her so that I can run my other hand across it. I bring it down again, across the other side, and Gia yelps again.
“Please!”
“Please, what?” I growl, bringing the belt down twice more in quick succession. “That’s not the word I want to hear from you, Gia.”
“What, then?” She gasps as I spank her a fourth time. “What do you want?”
I want you to beg my forgiveness for ever looking at another man. I want you down on your knees as an apology, worshiping my fucking cock until I let you have my cum, and swallow down every drop as a thank you for my forgiveness. I want?—
My balls tighten at the thought, lust rippling down my spine and tightening my muscles until I’m afraid for a moment that I’m going to lose control of my orgasm at the picture of her on her knees, whispering how sorry she is around my cock stuffed in her mouth.
I’ve never imagined such filthy things before. Never wanted to defile a woman so badly, especially her. But my control is fraying, the guilt no longer enough to stop me, and I don’t know what happens next.
Gia lets out a muffled sob as I bring the belt down again, her perfect skin crisscrossed with red now. “It hurts?—”
“It’s a punishment. It’s supposed to.” I spank her again, twice more, bringing the count to seven. “Take it like a good girl who knows she’s done wrong, Gia.”
As I say it, my cock throbs—only to hear her soft, almost imperceptible moan, enough to make me freeze for a split second.
I had wondered if it might turn her on. As I nudge my foot between her ankles, pushing her legs apart, I see the telltale gleam of her arousal on her soft, puffy lips, swollen with desire and dripping wet for me.
My erection hardens to the point of pain. I grit my teeth, bringing the belt down again twice more, my hand tightening around her wrists. Gia lets out another sobbing moan, and I bite back the growl that nearly erupts from me as I bring the belt down once more, hard across her ass.
Her back arches, her legs spreading wider as she cries out, and I can’t tell if it’s pain or pleasure any longer. Her folds part as she does, showing me the wet, glistening pink of her hot, tight opening, and my head pounds. I can hear the blood roaring in my ears, and I feel almost dizzy with lust.
I can’t stand it any longer. I toss the belt aside, my hand still gripping her wrist, and tear open the front of my pants. I hear a button clink against the floor, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except being inside of her, can’t think about anything beyond how badly I need to fuck her, how badly I need to come.
