Page 34 of The Sicilian Princess
Nick
Ididn't want to, but I had to teach Rose a lesson. The problem was that after I spanked her with the hairbrush, I was hard as a fucking rock. I needed to fuck her. It went against everything I was supposed to do after punishing her, but I thought we both needed the closeness. Thinking about what Romano could have done to my little thorn, would drive me crazy. I needed to fuck her and claim her, make her mine. Then she was going to marry me. I didn't care if I had to fuck her down the aisle, it was happening. I unzipped myself and slid home. She was soaked, her breathy moans turning me on. I pressed her down into the mattress. I knew exactly what to do. I set a punishing pace, going in and out of her with no real care if she got off or not. Her clit was rubbing against the sheets and I could feel the start of flutters beginning in her walls. That wouldn't do at all.
"Don't you dare come, little thorn," I growled in her ear. I squeezed the meatiest part of her ass and she whimpered in pain. I pushed harder against her so she couldn't writhe on the sheets. She didn't deserve an orgasm. I was going to leave her breathless and panting until she learned she needed to submit to me.
"Please, please, Daddy," she cried, but I couldn't give two shits. I knew I should cut her some slack, seeing as her father had kept her on lockdown, but what if she pulled what she did in my father's office in front of my men? I couldn't show any weakness. And my little thorn was a big weakness.
"No, Rose, you don't get to come. You take what I give you, and then you thank Daddy with a smile." She cried even more.
This was painful for her. Orgasm denial was a true art form, one I didn't have the time to teach her right now. I had business to take care of. So, I rushed myself. I thought back to my little thorn draped over my knee with her ass raised, taking her spanking like a good little girl. My balls tensed up and I released all my frustration inside her. She screamed. Not because she came but because she had been remarkably close to coming and I'd snatched it away. I pulled out of her and flipped her over.
"What do you say, little thorn?" I reminded her gently.
She paused, her big doe eyes looking back at me, tears stained on her cheeks. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.
I grinned. "Good girl," I said, then I left her a sopping mess in the middle of my bed. I straightened my clothes, ready to deal with Romano. I refused to wash up. I wanted to be able to smell Rose on me. She wasn't happy with me, but once she figured out how the Falcone family worked, she'd be able to find her place just fine. I left the main house and went straight to the warehouse. Soldiers, whose names I hadn't figured out yet, awaited my arrival. They had kept Romano on ice just like I asked. He was strung up to the ceiling like a meat carcass in a freezer. Now I could release the beast.
After getting all the answers I was going to get out of Romano, I could finally punish him for what he was planning on doing to my little thorn.
"Rose told me you were going to force her and then give her to your men when you were finished," I started in a most jovial tone.
Romano was covered in sweat and blood. I wore my favorite black gloves so I wouldn't bust my knuckles on his ugly mug.
"Naw, I didn't say that." Romano spit some blood at me. I was going to have to burn these clothes before I went back and cuddled my little thorn.
"My little thorn wouldn't lie to me, so now I have to make an example out of you. I need for people to know she's untouchable."
I was going to enjoy this quite a bit. I bent down and made a long cut between the tendons on each of his back legs. He barely whimpered, but I didn't mind. He was going to be screaming before I got through with him. I strapped his feet down because when he started moving around, it was going to be difficult to finish my work. Keeping the heel of my knife close to the leg, I cut up along the back of his leg. I pinched his leg between my knees and exposed the bone below. Oh, this was going to be bloody. I shivered with joy. It had been a long time since I had taken an entire skin. I did the same to his other leg. His screams were a symphony to my ears. The soldiers watched on, but some of the newbies were looking a little green around the gills.
I tuned everything out as I continued my bloody work. Romano had disrespected me and my little thorn. He deserved to be skinned and hoisted up for everyone to see. I worked my way up, peeling the flesh from his bones slowly. After some time, he stopped screaming, his head hung low. He had passed out. That wouldn't do.
I waited until one of the soldiers brought salts. I waved it under his nose, jolting him awake. I was careful not to make big gouges. I certainly didn't want him to bleed out before I finished. He begged. He screamed. He pissed himself. All the while, I hummed and worked, breaking only to wake him up and begin all over again. Hours later, when I was finished and had all his skin laid on the floor, he was barely hanging on by a thread. I only had one more thing to do and then he could go in peace. I took the handmade skewer and thrust it up into his spine. This would impale him so I could leave him for all to see. A message, one that was clear to all. "You don't fuck with the Falcones." The second message was even simpler. "I'm back, bitches." Now it was time to clean up and cuddle my soon-to-be beautiful wife.
