Page 24 of The Leader

Then his face turned serious. “I haven’t touched another woman since we’ve been married.”

“I should hope not. We’ve been married for all of a day.”

He clasped his hands on her face, pulling her close to him. “You’re the only woman I’ve brought to this house. Just my wife, no one else. But if you want to hear the words, I’ll say them. I’m not going to fuck around on you. Now that that’s been established, it’s time for your punishment.”

“Punishment?”

He nodded. “You slapped me. I cannot let that go unanswered. There is no place for violence in a marriage.”

Her jaw dropped, until she caught the gleam in his eyes. So, he liked to play, did he? She cast her eyes down, looking properly chastised. “You are right,my lord. I should be punished.” When she looked up, there was a smoldering fire in his eyes.

“Take your shirt and bra off.”

Her fingers trembled as she did what he requested.

“Clasp your hands behind your back and don’t let go. I want you to take whatever I give you.” He moved her legs until she was straddling him, his muscled leg between hers.

He grabbed the globes of her ass and pulled her closer. Right up until he could latch onto her nipple.

She let out a squeak when he bit her left nipple.

As he treated her right nipple to the same painful experience—biting, licking, nibbling, until the bud was throbbing from a mixture of pain, heat, cold, and pleasure—she couldn’t stop herself from riding his legs. She needed friction, damn it.

She expected him to ask her to strip, but he didn’t. His hand simply slid inside her panties, going straight for her core. When she let out a gasp, he swatted both her breasts this time, pulling her tortured nipple inside his mouth until it hurt.

“Please...” She knew she was begging, but she didn’t care.

His answer was to pump two fingers inside her wet core. Her back arched and she almost pulled back her arms, to put them on his broad shoulders so she could ride him, but somehow she managed to hold back.

Clearly, Gio wasn’t finished with his punishment, because suddenly, he slipped the slick tip of a finger in her ass. She jumped up at the sensation, her eyes going wide from fear for a second.

“I don’t do anal, asshole.”

“You shouldn’t use anal and asshole in the same sentence. It gives me ideas.”

Still, he pulled his finger back, circling back to her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her vagina.

“Soon,” he said. “Your ass belongs to me. Every piece of your body belongs to me.”

Right that second, she couldn’t agree more. She would agree to anything, as long as he kept moving his fingers in and out of her pussy and allowed her to grind against him.

Yeah, right there. That’s the spot.

Almost there…

Almost…

She practically whined when he pulled his fingers out, right when she was about to come.

“Get on your knees.”

She was on her knees, with a hand on his fly, in an instant. He didn’t have to guide her, she knew what he wanted. What she had been looking forward to since the moment they met.

He was already hard, his cock straining against his briefs. She sucked the angry head for a few seconds, before she felt his hand fisting her hair.

“No teasing,” he warned her. “Suck me. Suck me real good, and I’ll let you come before the night is over.”

She went to work eagerly, sucking him from the root to the tip. She could feel herself getting more and more wet. A throbbing pain and pleasure coursed through her body, asking for release. She moved her hand that wasn’t latched on Gio’s dick to her panties.

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