Page 42 of Unholy Union
He was thick and long, bordering on unbearable. He stretched me open all at once, and I had gasped thinking I couldn’t take another moment.
…and then I was soaking wet and his dick was sliding in so deep, I didn’t want him to stop. Even as he pinned me down and held a knife to my throat and pounded into me.
These are the thoughts on my mind as I take my second strike from the belt.
“Where were you at instead?” Cato asks.
I rush to answer this time. “Nocturna. The nightclub. Just for drinks and dancing.”
“You and who else?”
“Tessa.”
“And who else?”
“That’s all. I didn’t invite anyone else and can’t help if—OUCH!”
Cato brings the belt down with a lash that lands more on my right cheek than left. It’s the hardest crack yet, coming down with no mercy. A reminder that the leather is hard and firm and my skin is supple and soft.
I wiggle in place, processing the burning sting.
“I asked you who else. Not if you invited him.”
“Matteo! But you won’t even let me explain!”
“There’s nothing to explain,” he growls. “Because my wife was at the club on the dance floor with her ex-boyfriend.”
Cato unleashes his fury in three searing lashes. I keen at each one, pushing my forehead deeper into the mattress as I take what I’m given.
My ass is throbbing. It feels hot, as if it’s been lit on fire.
Every time I sit down for the next few days I’ll think about tonight. Just what an egotistical jerk like my husband would want.
Panting breaths leave me as I calm myself down and ignore the fact that while my ass stings, I’m more turned on than I should be.
It’s hard to think straight. My heart’s beating like a hummingbird in my chest and my pussy’s suddenly achy and needy.
How I went from being a virgin to craving Cato Valente’s cock in such a short span of time should probably be studied.
But as Cato steps toward the edge of the bed and strokes my inflamed ass, it’s how I’m feeling.
It’s what I want at the moment. More of him and the hate he gives me in the most hot, carnal ways…
“I see some red, principessa,” he says. “It makes you look even more gorgeous. But what’s this—are you wet? Has my little wife soaked her panties through while I spanked her with my belt?”
The throaty noise I producealmostsounds like his name but comes out breathy and garbled. I wiggle on my knees, trying to lift myself up with my arms still bound behind my back, but it’s no use.
Cato’s fingers rub along the wet patch in the gusset of my panties. Even that faint touch of his feels good.
I moan despite myself as he creates a friction with my cotton panties and slick, sensitive pussy lips.
“Youareturned on,” he says. “Very, very turned on. You want your pussy fucked. But I had something else in mind.”
A chill racks down my spine as his footsteps thud away from the bed. I twist as best as I can, half lifting my body for a look at him. He’s already stepped out of view, disappearing into the ensuite bathroom.
He reemerges no more than a couple seconds later clutching a clear bottle.
My eyes round as it dawns on me just what he has in mind. “Cato, if you think you’re fucking me in the ass?—”
