Page 19 of Married to the Mafia Devil

I want to agree but I can’t do it. I can’t let go. “No,” I say again.

“So be it,” he replies. “You want to play it that way? Let’s play.”

SIX

Matteo

I turn to face Emma, my voice steady but filled with concern. “We need to talk about the voice you hear inside. The things it says to you; they’re wrong.”

She looks at the ground, her voice a whisper. “What are you talking about ?”

“You put yourself down. You’re too hard on yourself. It’s unacceptable.”

“I know, Matteo. I'm sorry, I just, sometimes I feel so overwhelmed.”

I lift her chin gently, ensuring our eyes meet. “I understand, but beating yourself down isn't going to help. We need honesty and respect, right? That starts with you, inside your thoughts. Don’t tell yourself shitty lies, and don’t tell them to me either.”

She nods, biting her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “I'm not used to this.”

“To what? To feeling things?”

“Letting go of control. I’m used to being the one looking after everyone.”

I take a deep breath, my decision weighing heavily on me. “We're going to use a safe word. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you just say 'Red,' and I stop immediately. No questions asked. Do you understand?”

“Red,” she repeats, her voice steadier than I expect. “Okay, I understand. What are you going to do to me?”

I help her to lean over the side of the table, her hands clutching the edges, her book falling to the floor. “Remember, you can end this at any moment. You're still in control.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks, glancing back at me.

I hesitate for a moment, my hand raised. This is new territory for us, and I want to get it right. I want to help her, not harm her. With a resolved breath, I let my hand fall gently against her backside, a soft pat that's more symbolic than painful. “You will be spanked if you put yourself down while you’re with me.”

She jumps slightly but stays in place. “I’ve never been spanked before.”

“I can tell.” I keep my voice as soft as I can manage. “Trust me.”

The next few moments are a delicate balance of correction and care, my hand striking with more force each time. Each one is met with a gasp from Emma, and I find myself admiring her strength and her trust in me. I want to pull her pants down but I resist, even as my cock strains in my pants.

I didn’t plan for this but now it’s happening, it feels exactly right. I slap my hand down again and this time instead of gasping she shifts in place, letting out a moan. “You want me, don’t you?” I ask. “Tell the truth.”

“Yes,” she says, the sound almost lost in the air.

“Louder.”

“Red.”

I stop at once, turning her around to face me. She leans into me, her body trembling slightly. “I feel strange,” she says.

I stroke her hair, a sense of power washing over me. She feels strange? This girl is so naive, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She doesn’t even realize that she loves what I’m doing to her. A naturally submissive angel like Emma is worth a thousand brassy try-hard broads.

“See?” I pull her closer so she can feel my hardness. “You can trust me. No more lies, okay?”

She nods against my chest. “Thank you, for stopping when I said the safe word. It means a lot to me.”

“There could come a time when our lives depend on trusting each other, Emma. Petrovitch is a dangerous man. I need to be able to depend on you, and I can’t ask for your trust and lie to you. I’m not just marrying you because it keeps you safe. I am obsessed with you. I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

Her eyes widen. She looks like she’s about to ask why so I frown at her and the question dies on her lips. “Good girl,” I say. “Now you’ve taken your punishment. I think you deserve a reward.”

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