Chapter Eleven
He’d lovedthe sound she’d made as he’d fucked her ass today. Loved that she’d been so raw that all he’d had to do was run a fingernail across her ass cheek and she’d scurried to get away from him.
But there’d been nowhere to go, trussed up as she’d been, arms tied behind her back, bent over his desk.
He’d squirted a generous amount of lube right in the crack of her ass. He’d put more on his condom-covered dick.
“Remember how I took you to Vegas under completely false pretenses and married you? Gave you my mother’s precious engagement ring and wedding band? What did you do with those, Cassandra? Hock them when you ran off?”
He had brought his hand down hard on her already raw backside over and over. Cassandra sobbed trying to get away.
“Spread your legs.”
She had, bringing her ass right up against his cock. Dominic grabbed her ass cheeks cruelly and pulled them apart, burning her flesh even more.
He should have warmed up that little asshole with his fingers, stretched it to prepare her, but didn’t want to. He had wanted her to feel the burn. To remember that this was what happened when you fucked over a Rinaldi.
You got fucked back a lot worse.
“Beg me to fuck you in the ass, Cassandra. To take you hard and deep.”
He’d trained her well years ago. She didn’t hesitate. “Please, fuck me in the ass, Master. Please. So deep I only know you.”
The tip of his cock had touched her puckered hole and she stiffened.
“Is your ass sore from the spanking? It still looks very red, very painful.”
Her head at the front of his desk had nodded up and down briskly. “Yes, sir. It all hurts so much.”
“I’m going to take you hard. It’s going to stretch and burn that little hole of yours and it’s going to hurt as my balls bounce up against your tender flesh.”
He had given a sharp slap right at the sit spot of her ass and she let out a short scream. Dominic just laughed and grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck pulling her head back.
“You like the pain, don’t you?”
She had nodded. “Yes, Master. But only from you.”
“I think you lie, but you’re going to get the pain anyways. You deserve this don’t you? You deserve being fucked in the ass for what you did to me. Say it. You lied and tricked me and tried to steal from me.”
He had begun pressing his cock fully into her ass at that point. She sucked in her breath. Dominic had released her hair and moved his hands back down to her ass cheeks, and spread them as wide as he could. She groaned.
He’d watched his cock slide slowly into that tight hole, and groaned himself.
He grasped her cheeks harder. “Say it. Admit you deserve this for what you did. For your lies.” He slid in another inch, and had watched her flesh stretch to accommodate his width.
“Aaah!” She’d pressed her hips down against the desk to get away from him but there was nowhere to go. “Yes, Master. Yes, I lied. I stole from you. And I deserve this. Please fuck my ass hard.”
He did. She’d moaned as he thrust all the way inside her, his balls slapping the tender underside of her ass like he had promised. He held her still as he pistoned his hips over and over again into her ass.
“You. Will. Never. Betray. Me. Again.” Each word had accompanied a thrust.
“No, Master. Never again. I promise.” Her words had been sobs.
Dominic had been mad enough, cruel enough to want to drag out this punishment, knowing she was uncomfortable and not enjoying it. But as he watched her tight hole — surrounded by all that red, freshly spanked flesh — suck him in with each thrust, it had hurled him too quickly towards the edge. He’d felt his balls tighten and before he could stop himself, he had leaned over her back, about to come.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrusted a few more times, and reached around her torso to grab a breast and hold onto it. He had come with a shout.
He’d left her bent over his desk as he disposed of the condom in the bathroom attached to his office. She looked more than a little dazed as he had untied her arms and sat her over on the couch in the corner of his office, pulling a blanket over her.