Page 37 of Married to the Mafia

She glares at me like she can fight me, and I almost laugh at her audacity. “I told you to remain in position,” I say, picking her up and hoisting her over my shoulder. “I told you not to move.”

I walk over to the bookcase and pull the book that opens the door. It slides to one side and then she kicks me, punching my chest to get free. I ignore her blows, carrying her down to the basement.

“You will spend the rest of your life down here if you don’t start doing as you’re told,” I say, marching down the steps until I’m standing on solid ground.

She’s shouting from behind the gag, so angry she hasn’t even worked out she could just pull it from her mouth to hurl the abuse that’s on the edge of her tongue.

I walk through to the bedroom and then I set her on her feet. “Strip,” I tell her. “Only good girls get to wear clothes in my house.”

She goes to run past me and I grab her, putting her back where she was. “Strip right now and you won’t get another spanking.”

She glares at me and folds her arms, refusing to move. “Last chance,” I say, crossing to the chest of drawers and sliding them open. I reach inside and pull out a buttplug, the largest one I have.

I want to scare her.

I want her to see what will happen unless she behaves. “You strip right now or I put this in your ass and march you up and down the street outside. I’ll give you five seconds to decide. One... two...”

She looks at the plug and then at me. She sees that I’m one hundred percent serious. With a resigned look on her face, she pulls off the dress, tossing it at me with venom in her eyes.

She looks like she wants to kill me, but I’ll soon change that. Hate and love are close together, like I told her. She hates me this much because her feelings scare her, that’s all.

I look at her naked body for a long time. She stands there, shifting on the spot, trying to cover herself up. “Arms by your side,” I say before pocketing the plug. I may not need it tonight, but I know I’ll need it sooner or later. “That’s better.”

I return to the drawer and bring out the bottle of after-spank cream. “Onto the bed on your front,” I tell her.

She does as I say, moving quickly. She’s learning. She climbs up and I get a perfect view of her pussy as she bends and shifts before all too quickly she’s laid flat on her front.

I straddle her thighs, holding her in place, my cock straining at my pants, yearning to be inside her. Not yet, I tell myself.

“Good girls get looked after,” I say, unscrewing the lid and pouring a generous portion of cream into my palm. “Like this.” I start to rub the cream into the sore spots on her ass.

I massage it into the reddened skin, and immediately she stops acting like a spoiled brat.

She falls still and I’m glad. Fighting like that will tire her out, and I’ve a lot planned for tonight. She’s mine now. My wife. She belongs to me. I own her.

I apply more cream, soothing the sting from her ass. I don’t stop there. Stroking a line downward to her tightly closed thighs.

She can’t shift them apart with me sitting on her, and I can feel waves of frustration coming off her. Already I know what she wants, what she needs.

She needs me.

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He spreads my buttocks apart with his hands and I feel more exposed than I ever have in my life. Somehow I’m not ashamed though. I’m proud that I’m so desirable.

This isn’t Jimmy Pendine trying to finger me in the back of his car. This is a real man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

I can feel his cock digging into my ass from the way he’s sitting on me. He’s leaning down to whisper in my ear, and his erection feels enormous back there. My pussy tingles at the thought of what he might be about to do with it.

“Good girls always get rewards,” he says, sitting back up and again spreading my ass wide. He strokes a line of cream between my buttocks and circles the little hole that’s normally hidden back there.

I can’t help but moan into my gag, shifting in place and wanting the ache in my clit to ease off.I try to fight him, but it’s weak, and he knows it. I try to break free, but he just chuckles and says, “You want this. Give in to it.”

I can’t explain why, but something about this makes it easier to feel the lust rising in me. I think it’s because he’s in charge.

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