Page 29 of Sacred Vow
Sure, I’d play. “Oh? And what am I thinking?”
She dropped her eyes and chewed her lower lip. I waited to see whether she’d offer me another lie or the truth. “You thought I wanted to show off and get everyone’s attention? But that’s not true.”
She paused. Here it came… truth or more lies?
“I wanted you to notice me.”
I chuckled darkly. “Explain.”
“You’ve been ignoring me since that evening in your office. I wanted you to see me.”
A tear threatened to fall, but she quickly blinked it away. See her? How could I not see her? She was in my head every waking minute of the day.
“You cooked up this elaborate scheme to get your own husband’s attention?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Her expressions morphed so quickly from one to the next with my question, I wasn’t sure I’d witnessed the plethora of her feelings in her expressive eyes until she closed off completely. A slight glare replaced the desperation from a moment ago.
“I asked you a question. Answer me.” I was a bit of a twisted shit, I admit it, but I wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth.
“It should be obvious,” she pouted. She was so cute, with her legs hiked in the air and her arms extended, pulling off such an innocent pout.
Vittoria never ceased to impress me with her strength and character. But I wasn’t here to admire my wife. I was here to punish the thoughtless little girl she behaved like. Once again, she’d acted without thinking, tried to seize my attention by flaunting herself in a crowded club.
“You should know, I’ve peeled plenty of ginger and can replace the one in your ass whenever you need a fresh piece to squeeze.”
Her eyes narrowed, but not before her pupils widened. She didn’t hate her torture as much as she let on, but didn’t want me to know that.
“Have it your way,” I said and left her to think over her predicament while I grabbed a fresh piece of ginger from the kitchen.
Back in the bedroom, I removed the fuck-machine and raised the notch on the ankles cuff attachment, so her weight moved from her mid-back to her shoulders. Now she had plenty to say, but the time for apologies was over.
The new ginger drove a fresh heat wave through her. A glossy sheen covered her body, especially her inner thighs, shiny with her excitement. With the new angle, fresh ginger juice trickled between her puffy lips, mingling with her oils and following gravity to drip onto her belly.
She was perfect and mine! The belt slithered through the loops making a shhhh-ing sound that alerted my pretty captive to what was coming next. I’d learned that my princess was especially sensitive to leather.
Her head tilted up and showed the slits of her eyes and the desire swirling in their pretty depths.
“I have what you need, baby girl, just admit it’s me you want.”
I lashed her trembling flesh, right across the handle of the ginger.
A sobbing moan shivered from my wife’s lips and I could see her slick opening quiver, cramping with need.
She’s perfect. A blend of brat and goddess, in control and no control, hungry pain-slut and submissive little girl. But she was still holding back and I needed to break through the barrier and get inside her secret. Smash it and take the burden from her. Carry it or destroy it, whatever was fitting.
Thwack! The leather striped her backside just above the plug and close to her sweet pouty nether lips. She wailed and sobbed. Her inner thighs were drenched with her sweet nectar. So sweet, I was having a hard time holding back.
Up and down her backside, I painted her rosy flesh a deep ruby red. When I reached her sit spot and moved the strokes to her thighs. Vittoria howled, her body tensing as a powerful orgasm overtook her.
What the hell? I knew my princess liked her pleasure spiked with pain, but I hadn’t realized she could reach climax just from a spanking. Of all the women I’d known who enjoyed playing such games with me, that was a first.
“Romeo, please, I need you,” she cried when her body relaxed.
“Say the words I want to hear, Vittoria,” I prompted, ready to deliver her reward for saying she was mine and only mine.
