Page 61 of His to Wed

He slides his hand between my legs, testing my wetness. He holds his fingers in front of my lips. Obeying a command he doesn’t need to voice, I lick them clean, tasting myself on his skin. It’s odd, but I don’t dislike it.

“You’re wet,dolcezza.” He reaches past me and grabs the belt. “Now let’s see how much wetter we can get you.”

He slaps the leather of the belt against his palm and my pussy clenches. “Ten should suffice. I want you to count them. When we’re done, I’m going to fuck your cute little ass, so you know who you belong to.”

I already know exactly who owns my body, my heart, but I’m happy for him to make his point.

He positions himself behind me. I focus on keeping my muscles loose, my breathing steady. There’s a barely perceptible shift in the air before the belt snaps across my buttocks for the first time. It creates a gentle ripple of sensation, warming my skin.

“One.”

The belt strikes again. I gasp and clutch the sheets beneath me. “Two.”

The third lash makes me cry out. He may have been reluctant to do this, but my husband did not come to play. I writhe and moan on the bed as he delivers four further strokes of the belt. Though I manage to count them out, it becomes more difficult each time. The focus I worked so hard on at the outset of the punishment has already deserted me. My flesh prickles and burns, but it’s what’s going on inside of me that steals all rational thought. Each time he spanks me, my need grows more desperate.

“Eight,” I screech as he delivers another blow.

I wiggle my hips, trying to alleviate a pain I wish to rid myself of and embrace at the same time. The ninth crack of the stiff leather strip at the top of my thighs forces an inhuman wail from my throat. My eyes water and I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste the coppery tang of blood. “Nine.”

“Let’s make this last one count.”

“Nooooo!” I groan. I try to push up, but Alessandro spreads his hand across my back and holds me down.

“Oh, yes,dolcezza. That pretty pink pussy is going to feel the bite of leather or we’re going to start over again.” He taps my butt when I don’t respond. “What’s it to be?”

There’s really no choice. I don’t want to go back to the beginning. “My p…” I still feel self-conscious using the word, so I take a breath and blurt it out. “My pussy.”

“Ask me to whip your naughty little pussy.”

I glance over my shoulder to see Alessandro’s eyes glittering with amusement. He’s enjoying this. I guess a touch of humiliation turns him on.

“Please whip my naughty little pussy.”

“Gladly, my love.”

It’s the first time he’s called me that. I kind of like it. In fact, it distracts me as he swings the belt one last time. The belt flips up between my legs. Its sting is vicious, and I cry out. “Ten!”

I bounce on my toes, the pain too intense. Alessandro reaches between my legs and caresses my tender flesh.

“Shh,” he soothes. “You were such a good girl taking your spanking. You deserve a reward.”

He wraps an arm around my waist and holds me firmly as he pushes two fingers inside me, unerringly finding my g-spot. As he strokes over the sensitive area, my nerve endings dance beneath his touch. I pant and moan, pushing my hips back against him, trying to pull him in deeper.

“That’s it. Take what you want,” Alessandro coos.

Pressing his palm against my throbbing clit, he fucks me with his fingers. When he withdraws, I whine in protest, but a moment later he impales me with his massive cock. He stretches me to the limits. I may never get used to this.

His thrusts are almost violent. He grabs my hair and drags me upright, causing me to screech in pain. He bands an arm around my chest and curves a hand around my breast, squeezing tight. When he pinches my taut nipple, I shudder helplessly as ecstasy floods my body.

Alessandro pulls out of me and I collapse back onto the bed. As I’m still riding the waves of my orgasm, he grabs the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount over my tight hole. A moment later, he pushes inside me. It’s just an inch, but it’s already too much. This isn’t like when he used the plug. It’s more intense, more personal, forbidden.

“Relax,dolcezza. Let your husband claim his prize.”

I try to still my mind, to banish my fears. Alessandro grunts as he presses forward, trying to breach the tight ring of muscle. Tears prick my eyes and my rear hole burns.

“Breathe in and out,” Alessandro says.

As I do, he slides deeper into me until his balls slap against my ass. Now that he’s fully in, he gives me a moment to adjust.

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