Page 87 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

“That’s ticklish.” She turns her head around again to look at me.

“What comes next won’t be.” I reach for the trunk again, pulling out a blindfold and paddle, a size bigger than the one I had used on her in the house. “Now, for your punishment, I’m going to give you a good dose of spanking, but first, this goes on.”

I put the silky blindfold over her eyes, ensuring that the knot behind her head is well secured before moving down to her leg cuffs.

It’s a good thing the kitchen comes with a variety of different not-necessarily-common accessories. Among them a column of metal handles at different heights secured to the wall−I assumefor hanging cloths or holding items up straight in their place. Well, not exactly the application I have in mind! I strap the cuffs to Aria’s ankles and then secure the attached chains to the lowest metal handle on the wall. The ankle cuffs and chains do an excellent job keeping her legs in place. I pause and take a hungry look at this unholy sight before me, my cock now too heavy and engorged.

“Now I want you to arch your back and place your elbows on the counter. That would make this easier.”

She lowers her back till she’s resting on the counter in front of her. My palms come down on her buttocks, massaging and preparing it for the stings to come.

“Good. This is going to be a lot different from the other spankings you’ve had. Now pick a word as your safe word.”

“Husband,” she says without thinking. “Husband it is,” I respond, stunned at her choice of word. It’s the first time any sub has ever opted to use such a personal word as a safe word. But then again, Aria is not ‘any’ sub. She is now my wife, and I am indeed her husband.

“Husband,” I say again as my throat tightens, “Right.”

I close my hands around the handle of the paddle, and without warning, I swing it down on her arched buttocks. The guttural moan she releases sends shivers down my spine.

“Rate that on a scale of one to ten. One means a no, and ten means a big yes.”

“It’s a…a four?”

I swing the paddle again, this time harder than the first. Her torso twists with the next moan.

“Rating, Princess.”

“Six?”

Yes. A smile climbs my lips as I grab her waist, placing my hard cock directly on her bare ass. Twisting my waist slowly to both arouse her and massage her butt, which must be stinging now.

“This one’s a ten!” she squeals, moaning like she’s part of some sexy orchestra.

Fuck.

The paddle clatters softly onto the counter as I drop it, grabbing her neck and pressing it down into submission while I spank her ass multiple times with my free hand.

She starts with an “Oooh…ahhhh,” at the first spank and ends up screaming, breathless, by the last one.

This is exactly what I’ve always wanted. Seeing her restrained like this under my command, moaning, screaming, just for me.

“Easy, Princess. You’re doing well. Now…” I release her neck, bending towards the trunk to pull out a nipple clamp. “I call this the ultimate punishment because it helps me keep you from cumming for as long as I please.”

When she feels my hands on her breast, her body stiffens up a little.

“Remember my promise; I won’t do anything to hurt you.” She bobs her head up and down, loosening up again, then grunts a little as I clamp one nipple, followed by the other.

I run my fingers over her full breasts, massaging the area around the clamps so as to enable blood flow.

“Does it hurt? On a scale of one to ten,” I’m bent over her, my lips at her ears.

“Maybe a six? It hurts a little.”

“That’s because you’re not used to it…yet. Relax into the feeling.” My hand trails down her skin until I get to the middle of her ass, then run it down, rubbing lightly, till I’m at her clit. She is squirming now, grunting softly as if trying to nudge me to touch her further.

But I have other plans.

Now that I’m sure she’s not going to cum before I’m satisfied, I bend over to the trunk again and bring out my absolute favorite tool.

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