Page 46 of Marrying the Mobster
“Say my name,” I urge, another swing punctuating my words. “I’m yours, Diego.”
I deliver four more licks without stopping, and Elena’s wails echo off the walls. She falls onto her elbows, her face pressed against the bed. Light welts show on her skin, like perfect paintbrush strokes leaving the proof of my possession. My cock throbs as I stare at my handiwork, the most depraved parts of me turned on by her screams, her pain.
“Tell me you won’t try to run again,” I say, flicking the belt at the back of one thigh, then the other. “Tell me you will stay.”
“I … ah! I’ll stay … I swear, I’ll stay.”
“I don’t believe you,” I growl, because I can still hear that thread of resistance in her voice. I can’t afford to let it slide. “Make me believe you.”
Her next scream breaks off on a choked sob when I hit her again, this time angling the belt so it strikes both her cheeks at once. She’s full-on crying now, her body shaking as she hiccups out strained breaths.
“I’m sorry!” she cries. “Please, I … I was afraid! The engagement, the wedding … all of it scared me so badly, Diego.”
I lower the belt, finally hearing the resignation in her voice that I was looking for—a sign that she realizes she has no choice but to give in.
“So, you decided to go to Viktor? Did you think he would be your savior?”
“I didn’t go looking for him … it was a coincidence. I saw he had a phone and …”
“And you risked making me angry by doing what I told you not to do.”
“It won’t happen again,” she replies, her voice low and pleading. Broken.
“No,gatita, it won’t.”
I raise the belt again and finish dishing out her punishment, lashing her ass until it glows and she’s shaking and whimpering in a hoarse voice. She flinches with each strike, but never moves or tries to shy away from the belt. Her head remains lowered, and even the clench of her toes has relaxed. The pain has reached its threshold and she’s in another place now—one of heat and light and pure sensation. She’s right where I need her to be.
Dropping the belt, I loosen my tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. My skin is damp with sweat and burning up, my blood rushing through my veins so fast it makes me slightly dizzy. The satisfaction Elena’s position brings me is intoxicating, and I can’t seem to get enough of it. I’d keep her like this all night if I thought she could handle it.
Elena issues a soft, pitiful moan when I slip my fingers back inside her. She’s soaking wet and pulsing around my knuckles, her clit swollen and needy.
“That’s it,” I murmur, using my other hand to massage one hot, reddened ass cheek. “Let me make you feel good now.”
She spreads her knees wider, accepting me with a low sigh. I curl my fingers and search Elena’s inner walls for her g-spot. She cries out when I find it, bucking and leaning back into my hand.
“Are you close?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer. I’m surprised she’s lasted this long. “Are you going to come?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers, sounding surprised at the realization. “Oh, God … please!”
I slow my strokes, squeezing her abused ass until she squeals. “Not yet,gatita. Your orgasms belong to me, remember? Say it.”
“My orgasms belong to you,” she repeats, an edge of impatience in every word. She’s shaking with the effort it’s taking to keep her climax at bay, and it only makes me want to torment her more.
Elena is perfect for this—for me. Her strength and backbone makes her able to handle my punishment, but secret sexual cravings make her like the pain as well as the pleasure—the depravity as well as the desire.
She makes a low sound of annoyance when I pull my fingers out of her, raising her ass in a clear invitation for me to come back. But I can’t wait any longer. This woman has the power to unravel my control like no one else, and I’ve spent the last two months dreaming about taking her in every conceivable way, drowning completely in her. Fighting it hasn’t worked, so I’m giving in. Elena is mine and I can’t let her go. I won’t go on without continual access to the object of my obsession.
Climbing up behind her, I lick my fingers clean of her juices, my balls aching. “You taste so good,gatita. One night I’ll lick you until you come against my tongue, over and over, all night. But right now …”
I tear my pants open push down my black briefs. Taking hold of my cock, I press it against her folds.
“Do you want my cock?” I tease, circling my swollen, sensitive head over her clit.
She moans and pushes back against me, but doesn’t reply with words. That isn’t enough for me.
I work my cock over her folds, soaking myself in wetness and enjoying the feel of her. “Tell me what you want, Elena. Beg me to fuck you.”
Her sounds of pleasure turn into those of frustration, and she starts pushing back to me, trying to temp me into slipping inside. Elena has no idea how determined I am to own her completely, how willing I am to torment her until she gives in on her own accord. Her admission during the spanking was a submission to my will; now I need her to concede her body.
