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“You taste fucking amazing. Let Daddy feast on your dripping pussy,” I said, caressing her red ass.
She shook her head, mumbling something incoherent, but I was done waiting.
I was crazy for this woman, lost in this erotic frenzy as I licked her pussy, then sucked on her clit like a madman. She frustrated me so fucking much, always testing me with her defiance and indignation. She’d changed but still, I liked her as she was now, despite the challenges we faced.
“Oh, keep doing that, Sebastian. I still fucking hate you, but touch me there,” she urged, and I wanted to laugh. There was so much more we could do, so much we had yet to explore.
I stopped licking for a moment. “You know, one time in the beginning, one of my deals fell through because of you, and it nearly ruined me. I was so fucking angry with you,” I admitted, reminiscing about the first time I punished her in my club. Those memories were there, somewhere inside her. “I spanked you on the pool table and you came so hard, for the first time ever, like that. You loved every second of that punishment Marinka.”
“No, these are lies. You’re a manipulative and cunning bastard,” she said through gritted teeth.
I shook my head and grabbed her hips, keeping her ass in place. Then, I resumed my feast, fucking her with my fingers while doing all the wonderful things to her swollen pussy with my tongue.
She cried out, moaned, made all kinds of sexy sounds—music to my ears. A tune I could listen to all day. I was so damn hard for her.
“Do you want to come for your daddy? You took that punishment so well,” I praised, and she moaned again when I moved my fingers inside her. This time, I picked up the pace and fucked her hard, angling my face so I could lick her clit.
Her hips and thighs locked up, tightening, and I knew she was close. So, I upped the pressure. Sucking harder, thrusting deeper.
“Sebastian!” she screamed, and then her body caved, convulsing with a wild orgasm. It was so arousing to see how much she was breaking for me, her pleasure rocking through her entire body. I continued with my sensual assault until my whole face was numb, smeared with her cum.
When I was done, I kissed her ass and she collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. She was so beautiful in the aftermath. I reached down to press my palm on my dick to ease the discomfort. But nothing would help me now, except her sucking me off or me doing it solo. I’d have to take care of it later.
“Lesson one completed. Now you know not to talk back to me,” I reminded her and then I left the room.
“I fucking hate you!” she shouted once I shut the door. She must have thrown a shoe or something else because the weight of the item bounced off the wall with a loud bang.
I paused and inhaled sharply, fearing that I’d taken things too far in there. I allowed my anger to get the better of me. I was supposed to work on our relationship, on building intimacy, but my behavior in there wouldn’t help that. Deep down I knew that I should go back and embrace her, tell her I loved her. She was upset and she needed me. But something stopped me and I just couldn’t. These raw emotions, my rage at the situation and the constant battling with life’s problems were becoming heavy burdens to carry.
Yet, instead of dealing with all of this, I went back to my bedroom and pumped my dick, reaching a climax in mere seconds. I then cleaned myself and changed again, feeling like an absolute fucker.
Voices echoed in my head. My father’s especially, being his usual abusive self, telling me that she was never going to be mine, that she was going to leave me at some point. They got so loud, I punched the wall in the bathroom to make them shut up.
I climbed into bed. It came as no surprise that I couldn’t fucking sleep. I tossed and turned, thinking about her, trying to figure out why I just wouldn’t go to her and tell her how I felt. Eventually, I dozed off in spurts, having the worst night of in my life.
The next day I left early, even before Lilly had woken up, because I was a damn coward. This of course made me feel even crappier, but I couldn’t face anyone, especially Marinka.
Over the next few weeks, we both avoided each other. I followed my own routine and she did her own thing. I could tell she was still angry with me, harboring resentment and contempt. We interacted in front of our daughter but as soon as she was out of sight, we were back to being strangers again.
The truth was, I just didn’t know what to do and how to talk to her. Marinka was becoming distant and cold. I knew she was trying to figure out this new life, but we were further apart than ever. Days came and went and it got worse, so even Pedro noticed. Yet, I was too fucking stubborn to do anything. She wasn’t going to get her memories back so easily. And most certainly, this wasn’t going to happen until I changed my behavior and let her in.
Tomorrow, she was due for a hospital appointment with Dr. Stephens.
“There is a county fair in Aurora tomorrow. It’s only a half hour away and I could drive you. There’s a farm and all. Lilly would love it,” Pedro said while we were having breakfast on Thursday morning.
I sipped on my usual coffee. Marinka was getting Lilly ready for their early walk at the park. Tasha’s hours were reduced and she didn’t mind since Marinka was taking care of her own daughter. She loved Lilly very much and wanted to be there for her, especially to make up for the last four years.
“I don’t have time,” I barked, biting into a croissant. I was frustrated and didn’t know what to do, how to reach out to her. So much for being a feared mafia boss. I couldn’t even deal with my own wife.
“Your schedule is clear, so no excuses, boss. Take them both to the fair. You two need a family day out,” Pedro insisted before going back to reading his paper.
I didn’t say anything, but he was right. This would be a great opportunity for both of us to enjoy some time together, as uncomfortable as it might be.
Marinka liked taking Lilly out. The two of them did all kinds of mom-daughter activities together. She hated being stuck at home and told me every opportunity she got. Lately, I knew I had been a grumpy motherfucker. My wife didn’t want anything to do with me, so something had to give.
“Fine, I will let them know and see what they say,” I said.
“Just be nice, boss. She doesn’t like being told what to do. Give her an option,” Pedro reminded me.
