Page 38 of His Disobedient Bride

She yelps again. I’m fascinated with the sight of the belt as it flicks down on her creamy white ass.

“I didn’t ask to be in this Bratva,” she sobs.

I frown, striding up to her. I grab her chin in my hand. “Do you wish I would let you go?” I ask roughly.

It feels like the world turns on this moment.

She lifts her eyes up to mine, and I see her hesitate briefly. Then she licks her lips.

“No,” she says in a low tone, and my heart sings with exultation and triumph.

Mary is mine, body and soul.

“Good,” I said. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

I snap her ass a couple more times, the belt a little flick against that creamy white skin, turning it a delicious pink color that has my cock hardening in my pants.

“I’m sorry,” she says in a tiny voice, and I’m undone.

I throw the belt away and take out my knife. I’ve been wanting to carry it lately, although I’m not sure why. It just feels right to have one with me.

I cut her bound wrists and ankles, but before she can get up I’m over her, taking my dick out of my pants and it’s rock-hard for her. She tries to turn around, but I push her back down into the bed.

“Spread your legs,” I say, and she does eagerly.

I raise her hips slightly and I’m pleased to see the arousal pooling in her pussy, wetting her thighs. The marks on her ass make my dick so hard it aches.

“Good girl,” I say, and I can hear her purr with pleasure.

“You’re not mad at me anymore, Frederik?” she asks.

“No, Mary,” I say, and I can’t keep the smile from my voice.

I push my dick into her tight pussy, my skin on fire at her soft moan, and I start to take her, forcing myself to go slowly at first, tightening my hands on her hips to keep her right where I want her.

“I love you,” I say, my body glorying at the feel of her under me, at the fire and possession of punishing her, showing that she’s mine. “You’ve utterly bewitched me.”

I bend over because I want to see her come, want to see that pink flush on her delicate skin.

“I love you,” she breathes, and I feel the growl in my throat, my dick pounding in her now, my hands tipping up her hips so there’s friction on her clit.

She comes, closing her eyes, her pussy gripping me tightly as her orgasm hits her, and she pulls my orgasm out of me. And the feel of spilling my seed into my wife and loving how her pink lips mouth the word Frederik fills me with a wild joy.

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MARY

“Maybe I don’t want to have sex again,” I said, but I felt my husband grip my wrists in his hard hands, then he flipped me around, so I was on my back.

“Open your legs, Mary,” he said, and I felt my core get liquid.

He did care. My ass was more on fire than it ever had been in my entire life, but I felt his hands on me and I thrilled to them.

“I thought maybe you didn’t like having sex with me,” I said, feeling strangely brave enough to say what I was thinking.

My husband paused briefly above me, his big dick about to impale me. I felt a flutter of excitement again as I saw the muscles tense in his long, lean body.

“I do,” he said. “I like it extremely well.”

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