Page 36 of Married to the Mafia

He stands back up out of sight. “You are the daughter of the Capo dei Capi, aren’t you?”

“No, I already told you I’m not!”

His hand slaps down on my ass again, and this time itdoesn’t stop until I’m begging him. “Please,” I say. “I can’t take it anymore.”

He walks around the desk and sits down. “You will remain there until you will tell me the truth,” he says, pulling open a file and taking a pen from the holder in front of him. He makes notes, no longer looking at me.

My legs feel like I might collapse. My pussy is throbbing with need, as if it’s empty and I never noticed how much it wants filling.

My ass is on fire from the spanking and my neck is aching from the angle I’m at. I shift in place and he glances up at me. “Do not move or I spank you again,” he growls before returning to his work.

I remain in place for what seems like forever. Finally, he’s done with whatever it is he’s writing about. He gets to his feet and walks over to the door. “Do not move,” he says. “I will be back.” Then he walks out of the study door and closes it behind him.

I look around me and see a camera up on the wall. Is this my life now? Always being watched. I shift my legs and wonder how long he’s going to be. I could stand up. I could move around. I could refuse to obey him, but something keeps me in place. I don’t know what it is.

It’s not love. I know that much. It’s definitely not because I have any feelings for him. I hate him. The first chance I get to call the police, I’ll take it. Tell them about Dino and Ricardo. They’ll protect me. They’ll keep me safe and end this nightmare once and for all.

There’s a phone on the desk in front of me. Can I ring them before he notices? I glance up at the camera and then back at the door. I take a deep breath and then make my decision.

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Dino

Dino

Ionly leave the room to see if she’s learned her lesson yet. I dig out my cellphone in the corridor and load up the camera. She’s looking around her like she’s checking if I’m hiding in there somewhere. She must think I’m stupid. As if I wouldn’t be watching her after the way she’s been behaving.

She’s no grasp of the danger she’s in. If I let her out of my sight, Ricardo will snatch her. Until I’ve killed him, she needs to stay with me. After that, she only needs to be with me for as long as it takes to become Capo dei Capi. With that done, I won’t need her anymore.

I’ll have a choice to make. The standard option doesn’t seem right somehow. When someone is surplus to requirements, you whack them. That’s the way things work when you’re the Don. Not with her, though. That seems wrong.

Where did that moral question come from? I’ve never worried about letting someone go before. What the fuck is she doing to me? Am I changing? I hope not.

Change means weakness, and that means my enemiestaking advantage. I remain the way I’ve always been. An icy cold motherfucker. That’s who I am, not Mr. Let Them Go. That’s not me.

I can’t let her leave. She knows too much. Already she could go to the Feds and give them enough to get a search warrant for this place. I might be able to bribe the right people to get the charges dropped, but that’s not a risk I need to take when I could just whack her.

I can’t do it.

I try to convince myself I could just get rid of her once I’ve reached my goals, but I know I’m lying to myself. I’m going to keep her. I’m going to keep her for life. She’s my wife. I’ve every right to keep her. No one can stop me. I just need to convince her this is the right thing for both of us.

I can start by dealing with her misbehavior. She’s reaching for the phone on my desk right now, despite my explicit instructions not to. That will not stand.

Spanking is obviously not enough for her to realize I’m in charge. I’m going to have to do something much stronger to make her see what the truth is.

I am in charge. The sooner she realizes that, the better for both of us. I will concentrate better on work without spending every two minutes checking on her to see if she’s trying to escape.

I don’t open the study door just yet. I’m fixated on the sight of her ass on the camera. I will fuck that ass. My cock twitches at the thought.

Not yet. Punishment first, then pleasure.

She will see what happens to people who disobey me. She will learn what it means to be married to me. I am not a man to fuck with.

I push the study door open. She turns, freezing with thephone to her ear, words falling from her mouth. “I wasn’t... I didn’t... I was just...”

I take the phone out of her hand and hang up. “Shut up,” I say, undoing my tie. I wrap it straight around her mouth, silencing her. She continues trying to talk through it, but I hold up a finger. “Do not make another sound.”

Her eyes go down to the floor. “Look at me,” I snap, lifting her chin. “Look at me right now.”

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