“I can’t wait to fuck that tight little ass of yours. I’ve thought of nothing else.”
Another shudder swept through me from his promise. As he began to spank me in earnest, moving from one side to the other methodically, I was floored at my body’s reaction. My pussy clenching. My nipples aching.
He took the time to twist and thrust the anal plug several times before resuming the discipline. The pain intensified as he smacked me hard and fast, yet the anguish was dull in comparison to the desire raging deep within.
“Oh…” I realized I’d kicked up my legs as the pain intensified and even the feel of his thick cock pressing against my tummy wasn’t deterrent enough.
“Bad girl. You know better,” he whispered as he dipped his fingers between my legs, sliding the tip just between my swollen folds. “I think I know what you need.”
As he pulsed his finger in and out, I undulated my hips, longing to have his cock buried deep inside.
Lorenzo fisted my hair, tugging as he leaned over. “Not yet, sunshine. I haven’t finished disciplining you yet.”
I could tell he was reaching for his belt, the slight noise the buckle made echoing in my ears. Tensing, I wanted to beg him not to use the strap, to assure him that I’d be good no matter what he asked, but I knew my pleading wouldn’t matter. This was a mere reminder that I was owned.
The first crack of the thick leather and I bit down on my lower lip, the pain instantaneous. The second brought tears to my eyes but not from the pain, from the beginning of a release that I’d never experienced before.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. I’ll always be here.”
His words caused more of a reaction that I dared to admit. I was tossed into a quiet moment of peace, even as the tears continued to fall. I heard the cracking sound of his wrist as well as the whooshing of the belt in the air, but no longer felt pain, only pure joy, a true bliss. My entire world had been turned upside down by this brooding, brawny, and aggressive Italian not once but twice. Only this time was so much better.
He continued the spanking for several additional minutes. I fought making any kind of sound, but a whimper left my mouth, my heart racing. Growling, he finally tossed the belt to the side. The warmth on my bottom was nothing in comparison to the tingling sensations as he rubbed his rough pads down the length of my spine. No matter how dangerous this man was, he fueled the fire sweltering within his massive body. He was a powerhouse, a man with no conscience yet a man who gave everything in order to demolish the intense loneliness.
I was his weakness.
His kryptonite.
His salvation.
And I knew in my heart that I would also be his demise. Something within me snapped, my mind even clearer than before. The emotional rollercoaster was too much to take. I adored him, but there wasn’t a way I could think of that we would be safe together. There would always be an enemy attempting to take what was most precious to him.
No. No. That was wrong. I closed my eyes, struggling with what to do, wanting to tell him over and over again that I loved him.
He’d take risks in order to keep me alive. He’d compromise his home, his wealth, and his family in order to protect me.
There was no way I was going to allow that to happen.
Not now.
Not ever.
And so, I’d have to say goodbye. Somehow.
Then my heart would be broken but he’d be alive.
Lorenzo
“Go remove your plug. I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours.” My demanding voice seemed to surprise Sierra, her eyes opening wide.
She hesitated, chewing on her inner cheek and shifting from foot to foot. I could tell there was something on her mind. There was even a sadness in her eyes as if she was contemplating whether or not she would obey my command. I realized this entire experience was difficult, for both of us. Maybe I was a fool to think even tonight could be normal in any manner.
But I refused to back down.
“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to spank your wet pussy, Sierra. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.” She moved toward the bathroom, her head hung low.
Exhaling, I walked toward the window, staring out at the lightly falling snow. If only this was nothing more than a few days spent with… I half laughed as I thought the words that had been burning deep with. The woman I loved. Shit. I couldn’t deny my feelings for her. There was no way.
The weakness was suffocating, yanking me into another dimension. By all rights, I should walk away from her. Then maybe she’d actually live a normal and long life. I leaned my head against the frigid glass, taking several deep breaths until I sensed her presence behind me. I turned slowly, studying the woman standing in her bare feet. She was a strong girl, capable of fighting off a monstrous creature like Axel, but tonight she seemed so small and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her.
“Come here,” I stated, the husky tone in my voice almost unrecognizable.
She did as she was told, although her feet seemed to be very heavy.
I brushed my hand down the length of her arm before nodding toward the bed. “Lie down.”
Her actions seemed much more hesitant than before, but she obeyed without question. We were both still reeling from the events of the night, something I would remember for some time to come.
My hands ached, my mind still foggy from finding her. In the process, I’d injured Dante, something that had never occurred before. I wasn’t a careless man, had never experienced a break in concentration.
Until her.
Sierra.
The beautiful woman lying naked on the bed, her legs open and waiting for whatever I was going to do to her. The candlelight allowed me to see a hint of the tears that stained her face, the remaining beads softly trickling down both sides of her face. While the spanking had been intense, her sadness had nothing to do with pain or humiliation. In a few short days, we’d gone beyond her feelings of resentment, her continued disregard for my rules.
Why did I have the feeling what had happened only minutes before had broken her spirit?