Page 35 of Married to the Mafia

I stand where he tells me to. “Now what?” I ask, folding my arms and scowling at him.

“Lift that dress to your waist.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do it!”

The anger is his voice is bubbling over the surface and it terrifies me. After the ceremony, we had a few minutes in a side room waiting for the paperwork. He took that time to tell me who he is. A killer. Warned me not to cross him.

He’s an actual mafia Don. He’s killed men before. He could kill me unless I please him. How is he any better than Ricardo? As far as I can tell, the only actual difference is he isn’t planning on eating me. That I know of.

I hike up my wedding gown until it’s around my waist. I’ve no panties on, and he’s staring down between my legs. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. Fuck him. I’ve nothing to hide.

The way his eyes are changing, his face does something to me. For the first time, I feel like I have some power in this situation. Power over him. I grasp the feeling and hold on to it. I have got nothing else.

“Bend over the desk,” he says, walking around behind me. I do as he says, placing my hands on the desk, the gown sitting on my hips, my ass pointing back at him. I know he’s back there, but I don’t look. I know I have to keep looking forward.

“You will obey your husband,” he says, his voice cold as ice. “You will tell him the truth at all times. Say, yes.”

“Yes.”

“You are the daughter of the Capo dei Capi, aren’t you?”

“No, I told you I’m nobody.”

I don’t hear his hand whipping through the air, but I feel it. His palm slaps my right buttock hard and the room echoes with a smacking sound that is followed by a gasp from my open mouth.

The sting of the blow races through me and I feel like I just woke up from a deep sleep. Every nerve in me comes alive as he spanks me a second time.

This is nothing like I expected. I don’t know how to describe it other than it does two things to me at once. I want the pain to stop, and I want him to keep going at the same time. I shift in place as his hand lands for a third time in the same spot.

I rub my thighs together, a throbbing is growing at the top of my legs. “Tell the truth,” he says. “Or I keep going.”

“Fuck you,” I say, looking back over my shoulder at him.

He glares at me and spanks me again, this time on the left buttock. He lands several blows in quick succession and the air leaves my lungs. I can’t breathe. I can’t react. I can barely stand, my legs growing weak.

Just as I’m about to beg him to stop, he shoves my knees apart, stroking a line along the valley of my buttocks.

“Tell me the truth and I can make it nice for you,” hesays, his voice gentler. His finger continues to my thighs, and he chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that makes my legs even weaker. “You’re getting wet,” he says. “You like being spanked, don’t you?”

“No,” I reply, but even I know I sound like I’m lying. “I hate it and I hate you.”

“Hate and love are very close together,” he replies. “You’d be surprised how similar they are.”

“Fuck you.”

“Such a temper.” He strokes along the lines of my soft folds and then brings his hand near my face. “Your body doesn’t lie even if your mouth does. “You like me looking at your pussy. You like displaying yourself for me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You needn’t be ashamed of your desires. Now we are married, you can share the truth of who you are.” He strokes between my legs again, whispering in my ear, leaning down over me. I can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my ass while he talks.

“I can make married life very pleasant for you, as long as you are honest with me.” He’s so close to my ear I can feel his fiery breath on me. “You enjoy showing me your body, don’t you?”

He dabs my clit, and I can’t help but let out a moan. I bite my lip to stop any further sounds from escaping my mouth. “I thought so.”

That rumbling chuckle again as he brushes back and forth over my clit. “An exhibitionist, I guessed so from the way you acted when I stripped you for your bath.”

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