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Another clench of her pussy left a humiliating string of wetness dangling from her needy channel. There was no way he would have missed that, of course. He could surely see how desperately her body needed him to remind her who it belonged to now.
Before Aurora had the slightest chance to scold herself for becoming so deeply aroused, however, she heard a whoosh as the belt cut through the air, and a split second later it landed across the fullest part of her bottom. The crack of the leather against her previously pale skin was so much louder than she’d expected it to be. It sounded like a gunshot.
In the split second it took her mind to process the sting, Aurora came to an awful realization. Dante wasn’t just about to belt her bare ass. He was about to belt her bare ass hard.
Summoning all of her willpower, Aurora was able to suppress a scream after that first lash. She held out for the second, and the third too, but the fourth fell low on her cheeks so the leather landed partially across the lower curves of her bottom and partially across the exposed lips of her glistening pussy.
There was no holding in the scream now.
When another lash fell moments later barely an inch above the previous once, followed by yet another—the sixth in total if her count was still accurate—not only did those strokes bring forth the desperate pleading cries that Aurora had done her best to avoid to this point, they caused her to lose control and involuntary close her legs and drop herself to the bed in something fairly close to the fetal position.
“Back in position, little girl,” Dante ordered sternly.
Aurora, not wanting this to be any worse than it was already, quickly obeyed. The belt rose and fell only twice more, however, before she was once again in the process of curling up on the bed.
Apparently realizing that if he was going to give her the thorough spanking he clearly planned to give her, he would need to keep her in his desired position himself, Dante took matters into his own hands. Grabbing her leg, he yanked her toward him, then sat down and pulled her over his lap with her head facing the top of the bed. She was left straddling his knee with one of her legs locked between his and her bare, rapidly reddening ass and already stinging pussy perfectly positioned for what she had no doubt would come next.
Looking back over her shoulder in horror, she watched as he doubled the belt over further, leaving less than a foot of the leather dangling from his right hand. She flung her arms back in a desperate attempt to defend against the fire she knew was about to rain down on her unprotected backside, but he quickly and efficiently gathered both of her wrists in the firm grip of his left hand.
There was no counting this time for Aurora. and no indication that he was counting either. He simply belted her thoroughly.
Lash after lash fell across her spread open cheeks, the leather setting her bottom more fiercely ablaze with every passing second. Aurora was begging and pleading and promising to be a good little bride within moments, but by the time the last spank fell, her voice and dignity had both failed her, and she simply lay there sobbing over Dante’s knee. Her scalded ass was a deep cherry red, and both her bottom hole and pussy had endured their fair share of the leather’s kiss as well.
When he finally released her wrists and began to stroke the small of her back with his hand, Aurora knew instinctively that her spanking was over. But when he dipped his fingers into her drenched pussy, two more realizations struck her at once.
This wasn’t over. And she wasn’t sure she wanted it to be.
In fact, if she was honest with herself, she was sure that she didn’t want it to be.
She wanted him to slam the same throbbing cock she’d had shoved down her throat those few weeks ago deep into her sopping channel and have him show her exactly who it belonged to. The fact that she could almost feel him about to tear through his jeans beneath her made it clear that he had something similar on his mind.
Unfortunately for Aurora, she soon discovered that what he intended was indeed similar, but not quite the same.
Dante wanted nothing more than to rip his pants off and claim Aurora’s soaking wet pussy in a single thrust. It was taking everything he had to resist. It wasn’t that she didn’t want his cock buried deep inside her. A single look at the arousal dripping down her thighs told him that she wanted it desperately. But tonight wasn’t about what his bride wanted.
It was about what she needed.
And what Aurora needed right now was to understand just how serious he was about making sure she never thought about running away from her husband again. Not just because it was dangerous, although what had happened with Gennaro had indeed proven that it was, but also because the sooner she accepted the fact that she was his whether she liked it or not, the sooner she’d start to like it.
What he was about to do right now, though, he didn’t think she was going to like.
She’d be aroused by it, and she’d probably be desperate to come by the time he was done. But he was going to make damn sure she didn’t enjoy it. Not when she’d been so naughty.
Dipping his fingers deeper into her pussy, he decided it was time to let her know where the rest of her lesson would be learned. Slowly, deliberately, he used his index finger to make a trail of her wetness from her pussy, across her perineum, all the way to her perfect little pucker.
He circled her anus slowly once and then twice before touching the still-slick tip of the digit to the very center of her naughtiest hole. The hole that, while he couldn’t be absolutely sure, he was quite confident was a virgin one.
Not for long, he thought to himself before teasing in his finger to the first knuckle, then the second, and then a moment later all the way in. Aurora clenched her bottom tight, doing her best to prevent his invasion. Her helpless, violated asshole was clearly unaware that his finger was buried as deeply as it could go already.
“Oh my god, please, Dante! Please not there!”
“Yes, there,” he replied. “This is exactly where naughty little girls get fucked.”
He heard the audible gasp when he said fucked.
Even as she’d pleaded with him, she’d obviously been hoping desperately it would just be his finger. After giving her a moment to process his words, he slid his finger all the way back out to the first knuckle, then drove it in again fast and hard, then out, then in, keeping up a rhythm as he finger-fucked the tight, undoubtedly sore hole.
“Naughty brides get their tight little bottom holes thoroughly punished,” he said, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of his finger.
