Page 138 of Mob Bride

I think about his attempted Welsh, and it warms me down to my toes. I should have recognized his feelings then. I should have accepted mine. Right now, that doesn’t matter because we’re together.

His left hand presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me to lie on the mattress. He takes my arms and draws them over my head. He cuffs them, tugging them apart to test the cuffs. I watch him pull the key out, and when he moves, I assume he’s putting it on the bedside table. He wraps his hands around my waist, dragging his thumbs up each side of my spine as he raises them until he slides them under my body and cups my tits. He massages them before tugging on my nipples. Pinching and twisting until I shift my weight from foot to foot. He lets go.

His long arms reach past me and snag the ball gag and blindfold.

“If you get too loud, then I’ll gag you. But for now, I want to hear my name. I want to hear you beg Daddy for each orgasm I give you. And you will beg, little one. They belong to me—justlike you do—and I decide when I’ll give them to you.” He drapes his body over mine, interlocking our fingers, his voice quieter. “You know I belong to you just as much, right?”

“Yes, Daddy. That’s more precious to me than I can describe.”

“I’ve never wanted this with anyone else, and I’ll never want it with someone else. It’s only ever been you, Carrie. Only you.”

“God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

He reaches between us and taps his dick on my ass three times. Then he stands and slides the blindfold over my eyes.

“This spanking is for our pleasure. It’s not a punishment. I know you could have argued with me today, and I know you have the training to handle a situation like that. But thank you for not insisting. I wouldn’t have concentrated on anything but you if you’d stayed. That would have endangered all of us. Thank you for understanding that.”

I can only sense when he picks up the paddle, but I don’t know when he’ll start.

Mother trucker!

Apparently, he’s starting now. I stomp my foot as I squeeze my eyes shut behind the mask and clench my jaw.

“Ten spanks, Carrie. Nothing more. I won’t go until I’m tired.”

Thank God because that wouldn’t be until next week. I suck in lungfuls of air through my nose, struggling not to scream. He’s spanked me before, but not with a paddle, only his hand. Sweat drips beneath the mask and would burn my eyes if they were open. I don’t realize how tightly I grip the comforter until my fingers cramp. He’s in no rush, so the fire in my ass has time to burn.

Fuck. That was only six. I’m barely more than halfway. Does he think he’s playing tennis with my ass?

When he lands the paddle across my horizontal crack, I turn my head into the bedding to smother my scream.

“Carrie?”

“I’m—I’m okay, Daddy.”

“Don’t lie to me, or this spanking will have a different purpose. If it’s too much, say so. If I harm you—Just don’t let me harm you.”

“I know, Daddy.”

I can take more, even though the pain’s more than I imagined. I just need to get used to it. When the tenth one comes, he nails my horizontal crack and the meaty part of my ass. Except it feels like all the padding I usually think I have disappeared. I doubt I’ll sit comfortably for a week.

“Carrie, talk to me. Are you all right?”

“Yes, Daddy. Give me a moment, then do whatever you want next.”

He hesitates, and I hear the uncertainty in his voice. “If you say so.”

His hand caresses my ass. Before I met him, I never imagined a man like him could be so considerate. He has been since the night we met. He nudges my legs apart, then he’s kissing the welts and blowing cool air on them. He tips my hips back to him and licks my cunt.

Fucking relief. I moan and want to reach back to press his head closer, but I can’t with my wrists cuffed. He licks and sucks my clit until I’m restless. I open my mouth to ask if I may come, but the words never come out. It’s a scream instead. Not enough to wake the dead or even disturb anyone else, but it’s my reaction to the clit clamp.

He stands and helps me straighten. My nipples are tight and hard, so he easily clamps those too. He turns us, so I know we’re facing the mirror over the dresser. He brings my arms up and loops them over his neck before he removes the blindfold. To getmy arms over his head, I must stretch. It pulls my belly taut and pushes my tits out.

I marvel at our appearance together as his hands roam my body. He’s possessive, touching me however he wants, his hold on me keeping me close because he can. Everything about how we stand and how his hands glide over me screamsmine. Nothing will stop him from having what he wants. I certainly won’t try to because this is the most arousing experience of my life. I’ve never felt more desirable than I do right now.

“I crave you, Carrie. I will never get enough of you. I will never tire of the feel of you because it’s you.”

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