Page 36 of One Savage Union

She shakes her head. “You’re wrong. I don't want this.”

I grab a handful of her hair, lean her head back on my shoulder, and bring my wet fingers up to her eyes to see.

“Oh, but you do, my Lucia. Taste how much you want this.” I push my fingers into her mouth, and the little vixen licks them clean like a kitten lapping its milk. The swirl and suck of her tongue makes me think of how it will feel wrapped around my cock, but now is not the time to find out. She needs to eat.

I release my fingers from her mouth with a pop, and give both of her ass cheeks a gentle tap.

“I think you might need a reminder of who you belong to for the rest of the evening. Come with me.”

I keep one hand behind her back and place my other hand around her neck to walk her to the bed. When we reach it, I toss her on the duvet and command her to stay.

“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll know, and you’ll be punished; this time with my belt. You can't run, because there's nowhere for you to go. This estate is huge but wired. I will find you and take my disappointment out on that pretty little ass of yours. Understand?”

She glares at me but nods. I chuckle and walk over to my armoire and pull out a new pair of metal Ben Wa balls. Thai is just the thing to keep my wife tame during dinner. When I walk towards her, swinging the balls from my forefinger, her eyes widen and her breathing quickens.

“Wh-what are you going to do with those?”

I don’t answer her. Instead, I slowly stalk towards her. “Open your mouth for me, piccola ragazza. You’ll want to get these nice and wet before I stuff your pussy with them. Though I suspect you’re already sufficiently wet.”

Lucia clamps her legs shut and sits up. “ I’m not wearing those. You’re crazy.”

I shake my head. “Lucia, we can either do this the easy way and insert these beautiful balls into your saturated pussy. Or, I can go and get a but plug for your untried ass, because we both know that no one has claimed that little hole yet. Either way, something of mine is going inside that gorgeous body of yours, to remind you who you belong to. Now, which will it be? I’d much rather you enjoy this, but that’s up to you.”

Her eyes would incinerate my soul if I had one. But since I don’t, I find her anger cute. We both know that she belongs to me. She gave me the ownership rights that day in my safehouse’s basement when I spanked her pretty ass over my knee.

She chose me then, and she will pick me now; my wait time is unparalleled.

Slowly, she opens those pretty thighs for me and lays her head down on the bed. She thinks she can hide from me, but I won’t allow it. I slap her inner thighs, and she gasps. “Eyes on me, Lucia. I want you to see your greedy little pussy swallow up my favorite pair of balls.”

“Bastard,” she hisses, but obeys. I chuckle and wipe the fresh line of juices flowing down her quivering legs. She’s so wet for me. My cock is painfully hard, but I control myself.

Never leaving her gaze, I insert one ball and then two. I push them deep, ensuring the top ball will hit her G-spot when she walks. She’ll be a shaking, pleasurable mess by dinner, and that’s my plan. When I’m done, I kiss her knees and bite one thigh. Her moan is a fucking praise.

“Now, be a good girl and put some clothes on. You have thirty minutes to take a shower and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. Don’t remove the balls or touch your pussy and steal my orgasm. I’ll know if you do and then my butt plug will be next. I have clothes for you in the closet. Don't be late, or I’ll give you a real punishment. You won’t come at all tonight and your pussy will be hungrier than it is now.”

I push away from her and exit the room. When I leave, I hear her curse my name, but I’ll let her have that. We have the rest of our lives for her to learn some respect.

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ROCCO

The moment I shut the bedroom door, I seal a piece of my control behind it.

Lucia’s in there—bound by my punishment, pulsing with frustration, and likely plotting her next rebellion.

And yet, all I can think about... is feeding her.

Pathetic.

I should be preparing for war, not heading into the kitchen like some smitten fool. But here I am, waving off Maria with a clipped, “Take the night off.”

She pauses, surprised. I never cook for anyone.

But Lucia isn’t anyone.

She’s mine.

And tonight, she eats from my hands.

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