Page 45 of Marrying the Mobster
Once I’m inside the room, Diego’s men leave and lock the door behind them from the outside. Turning in a slow circle, I take in the proof that there is now no way out. The windows are boarded over so well I’ll hurt my hands trying to get out that way. Diego chose new hiding places for his guns after I pulled the pistol from his nightstand. Even if I found one, I can’t use it well enough to get myself out of here. There’s nothing left to do but wait.
One of the maids has been here, making the bed, tidying up, and placing the jeweler’s box on the nightstand on my side of the bed. I slip out of my heels and unclasp the necklace, carefully returning it to the box.
By the time I take down my hair and remove my makeup, Diego arrives. I find him sitting on the bed when I emerge from the bathroom, still wearing my gown.
He rests his hands on the mattress, his finger tattoos prominent as he squeezes as if hanging on for dear life. Diego stares at me through the strands of hair falling into his eyes, his mouth a grim line. His voice resounds through the room like a shotgun blast when he finally speaks.
“Take off your clothes.”
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Diego
Elena trembles while slipping the straps of her dress over her shoulders, looking at me like she’s expecting a fit of rage at any moment. Interestingly, I’m in complete control right now—calm and resolved. The moment I followed Elena’s voice into that storage room and found her holding Viktor’s phone, I knew where I had gone wrong. I knew what I needed to do to end any notions she might have of getting away from me. Before now, I had told myself extreme measures weren’t necessary; Elena would adjust to the idea of belonging to me and submit. But I underestimated my feistygatita, and didn’t account for the defiance that seems to be a part of her very soul. In many ways that brazenness is what draws me to her, and makes me want to be incinerated by her fire. However, in a situation like this the rebellion needs to be stomped out. She needs to understand that she can never win against me.
Elena clenches her hands as she stands in front of me wearing nothing but sheer white panties that show me the landing strip of dark hairs leading to her pussy. Her nipples are hard, her breasts shaped like teardrops. She’s so perfect it almost hurts to look at her, but that pain is soothed by knowing such beauty belongs to me, to enjoy as I see fit. Tonight, I had planned to be gentle with Elena, thank her with my body for surrendering to the inevitable. I wanted to slowly remove her clothes and kiss every inch of her. I wanted to make her come over and over so she understood that our marriage didn’t have to be perfect if it could feel so good.
Those plans were tossed out when I found Elena with Viktor and a cell phone in her hand—violating two of my rules. I warned her that bad girls get punished, and now she’s about to find out just what I’m capable of.
Elena moves to take off her panties, but I stop her by raising one hand.
“Keep those on and come here.”
Maybe she can hear by my tone that I mean business, because she doesn’t hesitate. She holds my gaze with a courage that makes me proud, though it won’t stop me from giving her what she’s due.
I hook my fingers into one side of her panties and jerk them down, keeping eye contact as I sink to my knees and drag them down her legs. The scent of Elena is intoxicating—a blend of perfume, fear, and arousal. My mouth waters for a taste. But first, her punishment.
She steps out of the panties, and I stand, jerking my head toward the bed.
“On your hands and knees.”
Her throat convulses with a swallow and her chin trembles, but she does what she’s told. I take my time approaching the bed, enjoying the sight of Elena’s upturned ass, and the flash of pink flesh showing from between her lower lips. Elena flinches when I lay a hand on one ass cheek, then trail it down the back of her thigh.
“I won’t waste time with talk. We both know why this is happening. I want you to remember that I tried to make this easier for you. I tried,gatita, but you still don’t know when to admit that you’ve been beaten.”
Instead of the profanities and defiance I was expecting, Elena turns to look at me over her shoulder, eyes filled with tears. “Please, Diego, I … I understand now, okay? I won’t do it again.”
I trail my fingertip up the inside of her thigh, then stroke the pretty, delicate folds of her pussy. “This is partly my fault too. I didn’t make myself clear enough. You belong to me now, Elena, and nothing will change that. Now … eyes down and hold very still.”
I go back to playing with her, stroking and petting and drawing a sheen of moisture from inside her. The fear is heightening her excitement, making her hot and wet and yearning. Slipping one finger inside her, I close my eyes and savor the feel of Elena, imagining this silky tightness around my cock. Elena lets out a soft sigh when I add another finger and start pumping in and out, reaching as deep as I can. I don’t think she means to arch her back and sway into my strokes, but the wants of her body are taking over her rational mind.
Keeping my fingers inside her, I use my other hand to jerk open my belt and slide it through the loops. Elena is panting now, her legs trembling as I add the touch of my thumb to her clit. She’s close to climax; I can feel it in the spasms of her cunt around me and hear it in her every harsh breath.
“Don’t come,” I command her. “Not yet. First, you will receive your punishment. Then I’ll let you come.”
She sucks in a deep breath and her body stiffens, and I know she’s fighting her orgasm with everything she has. She’s so close, and I almost want to force her over the edge, but I stay my hand. I’ve been starving her of release on purpose, but tonight she will come harder than she ever has.
“Remember not to move.”
My words are the only warning she gets before I pull my fingers free and swing the belt with my other hand. Her right ass cheek blushes pink and she gasps before letting out a choked cry of agony. I quickly inflict another blow on the opposite cheek, painting it pink as well. This time she lurches onto her belly, her face buried in the comforter as she screams.
“Up,gatita. I’m not finished.”
Her limbs shake, and she sniffles while getting back into position. Noticing how stiff her back is, I run a hand soothingly over it, urging her to relax. It’ll go much easier for Elena if she does. Two more blows come back-to-back, the flick of my wrist allowing the belt to lick from left to right. Elena sobs, and I can hear more cries trapped behind her lips. Her ass is cherry red now, but her pussy is as wet as it was before, shimmering and begging for my cock.
“You belong to me now … say it,” I demand with another swing of the belt.
“I … I belong t-to you now,” she whimpers, hanging her head.
