Page 81 of His Tesoro

“I warned you, tesoro. You need to learn to sit still. Now my cock will keep you in place while I work.”

“But—”

“Shh, I need to concentrate, Sofiya.”

His stern chastisement made my cheeks burn, but I grew wetter all the same. I did my best to sit still but couldn’t stop soft whimpers from slipping through my lips. Time slowed as I watched the minutes tick by on Matteo’s computer, each feeling like an eternity until I couldn’t stop shifting my hips. I needed to come.

“Matteo, please.”

His hand smacked my thigh. “Behave yourself.”

The growl in his voice was the only thing indicating he wasn’t as unaffected by this as he seemed. I was about to complain again when his phone rang. My mouth parted when he picked up. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, unsure if I wanted to scream or cry. My pussy had never felt this desperate before.

“The delivery has to be at the warehouse tomorrow, Enzo. There’s no flexibility.” Matteo’s voice was hard, but his hand crept up my body until he was cupping my breast. “Tell the supplier he can either fulfill the shipment on the promised timeline, or I’ll personally teach him a lesson on timeliness.”

I gasped as Matteo pinched my nipple through my shirt. I should have been horrified by his words, that he was threatening someone while playing with me, but I couldn’t find it within myself to care as he twisted my other nipple. The pain went straight to my clit, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I pressed my hands on the desk, using my grip as leverage to pull myself a few inches off his cock and slam myself back down.

“Handle it, Enzo. I have some punishment to dole out on my end.”

Goosebumps covered my skin as my husband hung up the phone. Heavy silence blanketed the room, and I bit my lip.

“That was very naughty, tesoro.” His voice was deadly, pure Mafia Don. I shivered, a slight edge of fear to my arousal. “I see you’ll need a lot of training to learn to do as you’re told. Don’t worry, I’ll be persistent until you learn discipline.”

Oh God oh God.

I should be protesting, should refuse to let him talk to me like that, but my body betrayed me. I let out a needy moan, gripping his arm.

Matteo pressed his face to my neck, breathing in deeply. “But right now, we need to take care of your punishment.”

“Punishment?”

“Yes, Sofiya. I wouldn’t be a good Don if I let people get away with whatever they wanted.” He moved us closer to the desk until my stomach was against the edge. Then he pressed his hand against my back until my chest was flush with the hard wood surface.

“Reach out and grab the edge of the desk.”

I did as he commanded. He moved his chair back, causing his cock to slip out of me, leaving me empty and aching. The desk supported my torso, but the way the desk’s surface pressed against the top of my thighs made them ache. The pain didn’t last long because my husband lifted me enough to slip a cushion under my hips.

His lips pressed against my ear. “Does this feel okay, baby?” I nodded. Apparently my husband had purchased an entire store’s worth of sex cushions, and it made me feel so freaking cared for.

“Tell me the second anything starts hurting. Well, anything besides your ass.”

His chuckle was dark and taunting as he stepped back, holding me in place with a firm hand on my back. His other hand came down on my ass cheek without warning, and I cried out at the sting. He didn’t let me catch my breath, striking the opposite cheek. Each hit of his palm sent a shock of pleasure through me, and wetness coated my inner thighs. He kept going, alternating rapidly until my skin was hot and my clit was burning and desperate. My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk as I fought the temptation to reach back—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cover my ass or pull him closer.

“It’s too much,” I cried out.

“You can take it.” He ran his hand up my back, the touch soothing. I relaxed fully into the surface.

“Good girl. That’s it, just surrender to it.”

His spanks lightened until they were a gentle caress against my skin. I felt like I was floating as he stripped me of my skirt and blouse. His fingers finally pressed against my clit.

“You’re absolutely drenched for me, wife. I love this pretty little cunt.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Shh, you’ve been such a good girl for me. I’ll give you what you need.”

His cock pressed against my opening and I whined as he slipped inside, but this time he didn’t torture me. He thrust in and out, his movements matching my own desperation. I clung to the desk as my orgasm exploded over me, tearing a loud moan from my lips.

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