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Before I even bothered to answer, I sat down on the edge of the bed, tossing her over my lap. “A hard spanking, which is exactly what you deserve.”
I brought the wooden implement down on one side of her bottom then the other, rewarded almost instantly with curse words. I was almost surprised she was spouting them off in English, amused to hear her call me every name under the sun.
“Bastard. Asshole. Son of a bitch. Jerkoff. Pissant. Coward. Thug.”
“Thug,” I repeated. “That is quite honestly something I’ve never been called before.” I smacked her bottom several times, falling into a perfect rhythm. How long had it been since I’d spanked a woman? Too long. I’d been far too busy with business and day-to-day activities at the ranch to bother with dates or what my sister would call hook-ups, something my twin sister Danika had teased me about relentlessly.
At least she appeared happy I was finally settling down, as if that was really going to happen. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy taming the woman I’d married. I had a feeling no one had been able to do so, including her parents.
“That hurts, you brute,” Maria purred and I licked my lips, hungering for her even more than before.
“It’s supposed to hurt, la mia donna,” I growled in response, unable to keep a grin off my face when she almost managed to jump from my lap. I yanked her back, drinking in her wafting desire, my entire mouth watering from the sight of her slickened pussy. The taste of her lingered deep in my throat, the essence of freshly picked cherries with a hint of vanilla. Who the hell had I become?
“I’m not your woman.”
“According to the vows you took, you are.” I continued the spanking, enjoying the warm blush covering her skin as it shifted from light peach to a fire engine red. I wanted her to have a difficult time sitting down for at least a day or so. Maybe that made me a savage beast after all. So be it. I certainly had been called much worse.
I threw my leg over hers, scooting her even closer to my overheated body. I was forced to fight the urge to fuck her right away, cracking the wooden piece down a few more times instead. However, her moans were already driving the sadistic man I was back to the forefront. I wasn’t going to be able to resist her for long.
I twirled the brush once again, my hunger becoming lost in the moment. “You’re very wet for a wife who hates her husband.”
“Not because of you.”
“Mmm… You’re a terrible liar, my darling wife.”
She struggled in my hold all over again but her bumping and grinding only had the effect of arousing me even more. I rubbed the handle of the brush down her spine, drinking in her sweet essence. I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time and I planned on taking full advantage of it.
When I dared to dip it between her legs, she instantly froze, doing her best to push up from the bed. “You’re so…”
“Go on, Maria. Tell me exactly what you think of me. That only proves to arouse me more than you already have.”
“Bastard.”
“You can do well to expand your vocabulary.” I eased my leg away, using the brush to open hers. The moment I pressed the handle against her swollen folds, the sound of her whimpers threw gasoline on the fire. All control was lost around her, which I found fascinating. As I rubbed the wooden end up and down her slickened pussy, she bit back all her strangled sounds.
Or so she thought.
I could tell how much she craved my domination, even if the feisty woman wouldn’t admit it just yet. I would eventually have her eating out of my hand. The imagery was spectacular, keeping my balls aching. She bucked hard once again and I drove the entire length of the handle into her tight channel.
I was so used to women who fought for control, doing anything and everything to climb the ladder that her sweet actions of vulnerability were a pleasant surprise. It was also more to my liking, bringing out a protective side I hadn’t known I had.
Her yelp brought a smile to my face. She was wet, the sounds of her pussy clenching and releasing tainted yet perfect music. I could listen to the melodic strains all night long. I pumped the brush in several times while my cock continued to throb, losing my grip on what little control I had left. When I could take it no more, I pulled the brush away, turning her over and righting her on my lap.
She dared to try to slap me, but I grabbed her arm, yanking it away.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, darling wife.”
“Who said I was nice?”
“Valid point. Open that pouting mouth of yours.”
She glared at me as if I’d asked her to jump off a building but seconds later, she did as I asked, never blinking as she tried to figure out what I was going to do. When I taunted her by rubbing the soaked wood around her lips, her eyes opened wide. I could tell the hint of fear had returned, but not enough to shove aside her defiance.
God, it would be fun to break her down little by little until she begged me to fuck her. When I pushed the handle into her mouth, she kept it open.
“I don’t think you want me to use the belt as a second round just yet. Now, do you? Suck for me. You need practice.” That was a lie. Her hot, wet mouth had almost brought me to climax immediately.
I couldn’t have been more surprised at her obedience, the sounds of her sucking perhaps the best thing I’d heard all day. I enjoyed toying with her even more than before, driving the brush against the back of her throat as I’d done with my cock. Her eyes were suddenly glassy as she began to accept that she wasn’t going anywhere unless I allowed her to.
