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The punishment isn’t the spanking, not really. It’s how every word seems to go straight between my legs, building my arousal until I’m trembling, my inner thighs sticky with it, gripping the edge of the desk as Alessio begins to spank me. Every slap of his hand burns through me, straight to my core, making me drip with an aching need that makes me whimper and moan, arching my back as if I’m begging for more. I hear him curse aloud when he reaches fifteen, my whimpered count and the moan that follows it is almost lost in the sound of his groan as he drags his zipper down, thrusting his hard cock into me from behind, his hand on the middle of my back as he pushes me down over his desk.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I spanked you,” he growls. “I’ve fantasized about bending you over like this so many times.” His hand finds my zipper, yanking it down as he strips the dress off over my head, tossing it over his desk as his hands find my breasts, his cock thrusting into me more roughly than he ever has. “Don’t you dare come,” he murmurs as I clench around him, shuddering. “You’renotallowed to come, Gianna.”
For a moment, I think it’s impossible. I don’t know how to have that kind of control, but something about my tendency to want to please him takes over. I hover there on the torturous edge, clinging to my pleasure with ragged nails as Alessio fucks me hard, his cock burying deeply inside of me with every thrust. I hear his groan as he pulls out, turning me and pushing me to my knees again as he feeds his cockhead between my lips. He strokes himself over my tongue, and I swallow every drop, reveling in the ability to please him even as my entire body throbs with frustrated need.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair as he paints my tongue with his cum. “My sweet girl.”
He tucks himself back into his trousers for a second time, helping me up. “Go lay down,” he instructs, motioning to the lounge. “Just like last time. Legs spread, either side of it, so I can look at that pretty, wet pussy while I work.”
By the time Alessio is finished working, I’m so aroused I feel like I could die. My pussy feels swollen and tender, every movement sending a burst of pleasure through me that makes me whimper. Lying there with his eyes on me, watching him look up from work casually every so often to let his gaze slide over me, lingering between my thighs for a moment before going back to his computer, drives me wild, making me feel like I’m on the edge without even touching myself. Every so often, he would get up, his cock a thick, hard ridge at the front of his suit trousers, and my heart would leap with anticipation, the arousal between my legs a throbbing, pulsing heartbeat as Alessio would casually drag his zipper down, taking his cock in his hand and looking at me as if deciding what part of me he wanted to use this time. He fucked me once more, pinning my knees to my chest as he drove himself into me in front of the open window, pulling out to spurt cum all over my stomach and breasts. He left me there like that, covered in it, and I thought I wasn’t going to be able to bear how aroused I wasthen.
Now, hours later, with my breasts covered in another round of his cum and my face painted with it as well, the taste of him still on my tongue, feels like nothing compared to the desire throbbing through me at this moment.And he said I wouldn’t be able to come until we get to Greece. At this moment, that feels impossibly far away.
Alessio shuts his computer down, standing up, and for a moment, I think he might come over and fuck me again. I don’t know if I want him to or not—every part of me is aching to have him inside of me, touching me, but I don’t know if I can bear any more of the unfulfilled pleasure. For the first time, I’m thinking of saying the safeword, until he walks over and gently helps me up off of the sofa.
He tips my chin up with two fingers, gently kissing me, and steers me towards the door. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he says softly. “You look fucking gorgeous covered in my cum, but we do have a flight to catch.”
Two hours later, we’re boarding the jet, and the ache between my thighs has simmered to something manageable. I set my tote down on one of the seats, sinking into the soft leather and letting out a sigh as Alessio sits across from me. “I can’t wait to get there,” I tell him, sinking my teeth into my lower lip, and Alessio chuckles.
“You just want to come.” He glances meaningfully down between my thighs, and I fight the urge to squeeze them together.
“I want to spend time alone with you. I mean that,” I tell him softly, and he smiles at me, getting up and coming to sit next to me.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, turning my face towards his so he can kiss me. His lips graze over mine, soft and light, and I lean into the kiss, stifling a moan. “My perfect, beautiful wife. And I can’t wait to spoil you even more.” His hand settles on my thigh, his other hand stroking my hair, and I can’t help but lean into his touch. “I’m falling for you, Gianna,” Alessio murmurs, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I was afraid to say it too soon, but we’re at the beginning of our romantic vacation, going off together as husband and wife for the first time. What better time could there be to say it?”
His hand presses against my cheek as I feel my eyes mist over, his fingers brushing lightly over my skin. “This was all so very unexpected,” he says softly. “I still feel guilty sometimes. Like I shouldn’t have you…like I’ve talked you into this, like I’m orchestrating this somehow, and you’ll wake up and realize you deserve so much more. But you’re so much more than I could have ever dreamed of wanting, Gianna. I’m falling in love with you, and even as hurried as we were leaving—I can’t wait for this trip with you.”
When he kisses me, it takes my breath away. I struggle to blink back tears, kissing him back soft and slow, the frustrated arousal forgotten in the sheer pleasure of feeling his mouth on mine. “I feel the same way,” I whisper when he pulls back a bit, his fingers still stroking through my hair. “You make me feel safe. I wanted you to marry me from the very start, as soon as I ever knew it was a possibility. And this life that I have with you now—everythingabout it—makes me happier than I knew I could be. I wish it could have come about a different way—but it makes me happy, nonetheless.”
Alessio nods, sitting back a little as he looks at me, his brow creased in thought. “Some of the guilt comes from not knowing if Giacomo would approve,” he admits. “I know he wanted me to marry you, but sometimes I wonder if he knew me well enough to make that decision. I was gone for so long.”
I frown at him, sitting up and shaking my head. “No,” I tell him firmly. I see his eyebrow rise—I’ve never talked to him in so stern a voice before, but I want…Ineedhim to understand this, to believe me. “Of course, my father would have approved.”
Gently, I reach for him, pulling him in to kiss me again. “You’re the only man he would have ever trusted me with,” I tell him quietly, moving closer so that I’m leaning against him, curling into the safety and warmth of the man that I, too, am falling in love with.
The only man I trust, too. And the only one I want to love, forever.
Gianna
I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Greece. From the moment the jet starts to descend, and I can see the crystalline blue water below, I’m glued to the window, watching the iconic blue-topped white buildings in the distance and the colorful spray of flowers, the beauty of it stretching out below us as we get closer and closer to landing. I can tell that Alessio is enjoying my reaction from the smile on his face, and I nearly skip off of the plane as we go to the waiting car, eager to see where it is that we’re staying. He hasn’t given me any clues, not so much as a picture, and it’s hard to sit still as the car winds its way through the streets to the waterside hotel that Alessio has rented for us.
“I got us the best suite,bellissima,” he promises me as we get out in front of the huge white stone building, taking my tote for me as we walk in through the front doors. The floor is all gilded and colorful mosaic, the stairway a gorgeous wrought iron that we walk up floor by floor, with me unable to resist the urge to look out of every window at the view beyond. When we reach our door, Alessio shoulders the tote, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me across the threshold into the room. “As a groom should,” he says, setting me down and kissing me soundly before letting me look around at our home away from home.
It’s stunningly beautiful. There’s a fresh, open-air feel about it, everything from the huge canopy bed done up in white linens, with gauzy white fabric looped around the canopy and blowing in the breeze, to the mosaic countertops and rustic stone floor with woven rugs scattered across it, and the wide doors flung open to reveal an infinity pool that looks out over the ocean beyond.
“No one will see us up here,” Alessio says, a smirk on his face that tells me he already knows what I was thinking. “We have the entire first floor to ourselves.”
“So I can go skinny-dipping?” I’m already reaching for the zipper of my dress, eager to get into the pool, and Alessio gives me an indulgent smile.
“You can do whatever you want,tesoro,” he murmurs, pulling me in for another kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, his hand slipping down to grip the curve of my ass as my dress pools to the floor, and for a moment, I think we’re going to end up in bed. But I have other ideas, and I slip out of his embrace, grinning as I slide my panties off of my hips and turn, bare naked, and stride towards the pool.
“Come join me,husband,” I call out teasingly, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on me as I walk away. The sun is bright and warm on my skin, the water blissfully cool the moment I step into it, and I’ve never done anything like this before. It makes me feel free and daring, my pulse fluttering excitedly as the water washes over my bare skin inch by inch, and I hear Alessio walk to the doorway, watching me with barely concealed desire in his gaze as I slip into the pool, the view stretching out without stopping on every side.
“I think I just might.” He strips his t-shirt over his head, the sun gleaming off of his olive skin, and when he steps out of his jeans, his half-hard cock already swelling further at the sight of me in the water, I have the sudden wish that we could stay here forever.
Just me and the man of my dreams in paradise.
Alessio follows me into the water, and I try to dart away from him teasingly, but he snags me easily by the waist, pulling me into his arms. “I still think about that day you talked me into going out to the pool with you,” he murmurs, bending to kiss me. “What if we try that over again?”
