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I’m going to show her who she belongs to and I’m going to savor every minute of it.

CHAPTER 20

Giulia

When I came looking for Matteo this morning, I’d already decided to do whatever it took to heal the damage the last couple of days has done to our relationship. I spent most of the night thinking about us and realized that a life without Matteo in it would be unbearably empty. Despite how it began, I want our marriage to be a success.

I expected some hostility from Matteo, perhaps a little aggression. I wasn’t prepared for him to offer to set me free. It was no empty gesture. Having the papers ready to present to me proved he meant what he said. If I wanted to leave, he’d have let me. The fact he was willing to give me what he thought would make me happy means more than I can express. It’s a measure of the sort of man he is. One who loves me so much he’d be willing to do anything to be in my life.

He sets me down on the floor of what I assume is one of his brother’s guest rooms. It’s sparsely decorated with a gigantic bed, a couple of nightstands, and a chest of drawers. Therearen’t any personal touches such as pictures or soft furnishings in here. It’s definitely not Alessandro and Emilia’s room, thank goodness. It would be just like Matteo to want to defile his brother’s private sanctuary. The sheets on the bed are crumpled, so I guess Matteo slept in here last night.

“Clothes off,” he commands.

“Should we be doing this here?”

Matteo raises an eyebrow as he goes to sit at the edge of the bed. He’s fucked me at Damiano’s restaurant and Lorenzo’s vineyard. Why should I worry about doing it in a room in his brother’s apartment?

“Clothes. Off.” There’s impatience in his voice now. Matteo does not like to repeat himself.

Knowing there will be consequences if I don’t obey, I bend to unzip my suede ankle boots. I remove them first and then my socks. Then I take off my jeans. My movements are quick, efficient. I’m not attempting seduction here. I don’t need to. The massive bulge in Matteo’s pants tells me he doesn’t require a show to turn him on.

My panties come next. I drop them on the floor. Unbuttoning my shirt takes a little longer because my hands are shaking. It’s not from fear. Nervous anticipation flows through me. Matteo is going to spank my ass and it will hurt, but I know once that’s over he’ll make me forget the pain.

When I finally get all the buttons open, I slip the shirt off my shoulders. I reach behind me to unfasten my bra and fumble over that for a minute. Yeah, definitely not winning any prizes for my stripping technique. I wrestle my bra off and blink in surprise when Matteo holds his hand out for it.

“Give it to me,” he says.

I cross the room and hand it to him.

“Turn around.”

At his command, I give him my back. I don’t have to wait long to find out what he plans. He pulls my arms behind me and ties my wrists together with the bra. I try to move my hands. They’re bound securely, but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. It’s strange but I like it. Got to give him points for improvisation.

Matteo spins me around and pulls me down over his lap. My feet remain on the floor. My torso is draped across his knees and my head dangles over the other side. I notice, absently, that he’s wearing battered old sneakers with dress pants. Odd.

“Twenty should get your ass nice and red,” Matteo says as he helps me to settle into position. Being draped over his lap brings a strange combination of feelings to the fore. I’m vulnerable and yet I’m comfortable. It’s a testament to the trust I have in this man.

Matteo holds nothing back as he spanks me for the first time. His palm cracks off my ass, jolting me across his lap. My nipples rub against his leg and I know already that this is going to be sensual torture. He spanks me five times in rapid succession and then pauses, giving me a moment to register the pain. At the moment it’s superficial, an uncomfortable prickling beneath the surface. It’s matched by a gentle ripple of awareness in my pussy.

“I love seeing my handprint on your skin.” Matteo caresses my bottom lovingly. “It shows who you belong to.”

This time when he speaks of ownership, I don’t balk at it. I realize now it’s not to stifle me, but to give me the sense of security that allows me to be myself, to give free rein to my desires. It’s Matteo letting me know I’m safe with him, that he’ll protect me from harm.

I don’t bask in the warmth of that knowledge for long. Matteo resumes the spanking, delivering increasingly sharp smacks to my sensitized flesh. The burn goes deeper, the ache spreading until I can’t hold back my moans. I wiggle my hips, trying to shake loose the source of the agony, but Matteo puts a hand at the small of my back to hold me down. His dominance sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“Just two more, sweetheart. Spread your legs wider.”

I do as I’m told and brace myself, knowing what’s coming when he positions his hand beneath me. In this position, he can’t strike with the same momentum. There isn’t room for him to draw his arm back. It doesn’t matter. With a firm flick of the wrist, he delivers a slap that makes me dance up on my toes as a barely human shriek rips from my throat.

“Son of a…”

“Language,” Matteo chides. “You wouldn’t want to add to the count.”

Matteo doesn’t care if I curse. He’s just looking for an excuse to keep on spanking me. I can feel his cock twitching against my side. He’s getting a real kick out of this. Though I have to admit I’m getting more and more turned on by being draped over his lap and punished, I’d like to move this along.

“Sorry, Matteo.”

He hums, like he’s not convinced by my apology. He shouldn’t be because it’s completely insincere, but he doesn’t call me on it. I think he’s as eager as I am to get to the next phase of his plan.

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