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As I picture myself grabbing her by the hips and fucking her from behind, I’m tempted to abandon this spanking. My desire threatens to overwhelm my self-control, but I get a grip on myself. I need to ensure Vinnie understands that pushing me will have consequences. Gritting my teeth, I pull my arm back once more and continue to spank her ass.

CHAPTER 5

Vinnie

How long does Leo intend to go on for? He must have delivered twenty blows by now. My ass is on fire, and each new lash of the belt brings a more intense sting than the last. Yet my tormentor shows no signs of tiring. I suspect he could do this all night.

I can’t believe I’ve got myself into this position. Of course, I’ve never been able to resist winding certain people up. I pushed Leo because I wanted to see how far I could go. It turns out, not very far. He’s either got very narrow limits on what he’ll allow, or he was looking for the slightest excuse to punish me. I suspect it’s the latter. Dominance oozes from his every pore. He needs to assert his control, just like I have to show him I won’t be a doormat for him to wipe his Italian leather shoes on.

Being disciplined like this is not what I imagined it would be. What I’ve read in books about being dragged across a man’s knee is not the same as standing here accepting a spanking from the stranger I just married. This is painful, humiliating, and somehow arousing.

Leo told me this wouldn’t be harsh, but it’s getting to where it’s too much for me. My rational brain tells me all I have to do is ask him to stop. He gave me an out, but some demon’s got a hold of my common sense and ripped it to shreds. This has become a battle of wills. How our marriage moves forward depends on me holding my nerve, showing Leo what I’m made of. He needs to back down before I do.

As the belt delivers another vicious blow, I yelp loudly. My bottom must be one giant purple bruise by now. I wiggle my hips to alleviate the pain, but that just reminds me of the increasing wetness between my thighs. I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. My clit pulses wildly and my pussy clamps down on air. If this goes on much longer, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself by climaxing before Leo even touches me.

As if sensing that I’m grappling with disturbing emotions, Leo pauses. He runs his hand over my ass in tender strokes. The way he caresses me feels intimate, loving almost. His gentleness contradicts everything I learned when I researched him and his brothers. He’s got a reputation for brutality. Can a man who kills without regret have an affectionate side?

“Does it hurt?” His question drags me away from my thoughts.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I should call a halt to this, but I shake my head. “No.”

There’s a mere whisper of movement in the air behind me before the belt strikes again, sending a flare of lightning through my flesh. I shriek louder this time, my mouth twisting tightly as I try to absorb the ache. Then the belt makes its impact felt again. The crack was louder and I know Leo swung it harder. He’s trying to make a point. I scrabble at the surface of the cabinet, trying to find something to cling onto.

Leo mutters something that might be ‘silly woman’ and I realize I’m not proving myself to him. This has gone past the point where he might have admired my stoicism. Now I’m just being foolish. A tear slides down my cheek.

“Stop!” I cry out before Leo can whip me with his belt again. “Please, Leo.”

There’s a clatter on the floor as Leo tosses the belt to the side. He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet, turning me to face him. He wipes away my tears. As he studies my face, the corner of his mouth lifts.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks. I’m not sure if he’s referring to the spanking or the fact I threw in the towel. “In fact, I think you enjoyed being punished.”

Ah, he’s talking about the spanking. Thankfully, he doesn’t press me for an answer. Well, not a verbal one anyway. Stepping closer, he runs his hand slowly up my inner thigh. He drags his fingers along my slit and smiles as I whimper with need. I am so sensitive down there. His touch immediately ignites a fire inside of me.

“So wet, principessa. Is this for me?”

There’s no point in playing coy. I narrow my eyes. “You know it is.”

Leo snorts in wry amusement. He seems to like my sass, but I know not to push my luck with him.

“Take the dress off.”

This time, I obey his command. I reach behind me to lower the zipper, just enough to allow me to whip the dress off over my head. Naked but for my rather plain black pumps, I fight the urge to cover myself. There’s no point in trying to hide from a man like Leo Volante. He won’t allow it.

Leo gives nothing away as he slowly looks over each inch of me. His eyes linger on my breasts for a moment before he drags them up to meet my gaze. We stare at each other just long enough for it to become awkward. Then Leo whirls me around and pushes me back down over the waist height cabinet.

Stepping behind me, he unzips his pants. He kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs wider. The head of his cock presses tantalizingly against my entrance, but he doesn’t push in. He leans over so his lips are next to my ear. Being covered by his strong, muscular body is intimidating. I’m suddenly aware of how easily he could crush me if he wanted to.

“This is your one and only chance to stop me.” His tone is harsh, urgent. “Say no and I walk away. Say yes and you’re mine whenever and wherever I want you.”

My mouth drops open. Is he saying that giving him the green light now means I can never say no to him? That would require a hell of a lot of trust. Lust is obviously clouding my brain because I nod in agreement.

“I need you to say it, principessa.”

There’s something reassuring about him seeking consent from me. I must be mad, but I decide to trust him. “Yes, Leo.”

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