The Mafia Killer’s Wife by Rosa Milano

Thirty-Seven

Amanda

"All right," I say, squirming in the bonds that hold me prone on the bed. "Just untie me and I'll tell you."

"I'm not untying you until I hear the truth from your lips. You are working with Mancini, aren't you? That's why you gave the keycard to Benito. I thought I was a coldhearted killer, but I've got nothing on you. Isn't that right?"

"No!" I shout at the top of my voice. He's lifting the paddle into the air, but before I can get another word out, it's slapping down onto my ass. The sting is so sharp it makes the spanking feel like a blow from a feather duster.

"Tell me the truth," he says.

I can't say anything. I haven't got a breath left in my body. The paddle lands a second time. I wriggle in place, trying to shift my body so the worst of the blow doesn't land right on my buttocks. "Wait," I gasp as the paddle comes down a third time. "Please, just wait."

He pauses, holding the paddle in the air. "Going to tell me the truth? What are you hiding from me? I know it's something you need to get out. Do it. Tell me."

Can I do it? Can I tell him the truth? What happens if I do? The paddle slaps down again while I'm thinking and the words fall out of my mouth like a stream of consciousness.

"I'm falling in love with you," I tell him, wincing as I expect the paddle to fall again. "Only I know that's a really fucking dumb thing to do because you're a killer and I know I shouldn't have feelings for you but I do and why would I want you dead?

"I love you, Ethan, despite what you're doing to me right now or maybe because of it. God, maybe this is what I needed to break down the bullshit and see what you've been telling me. I want to submit to you but I don't even know how, not really. I've never done anything like this before. Fuck, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore, but please believe me. Just put the paddle down and let me go, please."

The paddle drops to the floor. He's sitting on the bed a moment later. A soothing coolness hits my buttocks. He's rubbing some kind of cream into them. The sting is easing and as his hands begin to knead my ass cheeks, I find myself shifting in place too, heat building up inside me.

"I always find out the truth," he says. "Now you know it too." He leans down and plants a kiss on my ass. It turns into a longer kiss. He spreads my cheeks apart, his tongue dipping into the hidden hole back there, making me moan into the blanket. I've never felt anything like that before. His tongue wakes up nerve endings I didn't know existed.

I squeeze my thighs together as he continues to play with my ass, his hands still groping my buttocks. "I had to be sure," he says, undoing the knot at my ankles. I spread my legs wide and he responds at once, his hand moving between my thighs, stroking me lightly.

"You will give me children once we are married," he tells me, brushing lightly over my clit. "You will obey my rules or be punished." My ass tingles at the thought of what kind of punishment he means. He dips a finger into my wetness and glides deep. I moan louder in response, pushing my hips back against him. I want him in me more than anything in the world.

Something cold is pressing between my ass cheeks. I realize it's the butt plug when it presses against my hole. I find myself relaxing despite the tension in the air. "Is it going to hurt?" I ask.

"Like the spanking," he replies. "A good kind of pain. Anything gets too much, use the traffic light system."

"The what?"

"Tell me green for we're good. Say amber and things stay at the same level and go no further. Red and whatever we're doing stops. Got it? What color is this?" He nudges the plug firmly and my ass seems to open for the briefest of moments to let it inside.

I wince as my butt holds the cold metal in place. It's a sensation that I didn't expect. It feels good. Like he said, pain like the spanking. A good kind of ache. "Green," I say as he starts to move the plug around inside my ass. "Amber."

He pauses, his hands going back to my pussy, stroking my clit. I manage to get myself up onto all fours, pushing my hips back onto his hand. He moves his fingers expertly over my clit as my whole body heats up.

He only lightly touches the plug every now and then. "Green," I tell him, amazed he's so willing to listen. I thought he'd take control and I would have no say in the matter, but it's like I have power too, in a good way. I get control over this but without needing to make any decisions. A girl could get used to this kind of life.

"Fuck me," I tell him, feeling my orgasm getting closer. I need something bigger than his finger in me. I want him in there, filling me up.

I think he's going to take the plug out first but he leaves it in while he moves around the bed, lowering his pants right in front of my face. My mouth opens automatically and once he's naked, he pushes his cock straight in past my lips, choking me on his length.

He reaches over my body and pushes the plug at the same time. The feeling is incredible, like I'm trapped and held in place by nothing but lust. My heart starts pounding as he thrusts into my face. I look up into his eyes and see the same hunger there I'm feeling.

I want to feel my clit but my hands are still tied. All too soon he pulls out of my mouth, leaving me pouting as he kneels on the bed behind me, taking hold of my hips, teasing me with the tip of his cock. I'm about to curse him for not getting inside me when he does it.

He slides all the way into me in one single motion. I scream with pleasure as the fullness I needed finally arrives. The plug moves as he moves, rocking back and forth in my ass and making me cry out words I don't even know, nonsense sounds drowned by the blankets as he thrusts back and forth in my pussy, drilling deeper, bringing me ever closer to my orgasm.

I think I'm never going to get there, that something is stopping me. The frustration is mounting but when he reaches down and presses a vibrator to my clit, I tip straight over the edge and the waiting was so worth it.

The climax is the most powerful I've ever had. My ass grips and contracts around the plug. My pussy squeezes him tightly enough to make him come. The spurts of heat into me send further waves of bliss through my body. He grinds against my hips, his hand on the plug, moving it in place while the throes of my climax slowly begin to fade.

He slides from me as I'm still shaking from the aftershocks. I gasp for air, collapsing to the bed. He unties my hands and rolls me onto my side, climbing onto the bed next to me. I can feel his sticky wetness leaking out of my onto my thighs. I love the feeling, knowing that I made him do that. The plug still sits in me but I don't care.

All I care about is that his arms are around me and he's kissing my forehead.

"You belong to me now," he says, stroking my hair softly. "Today and for the rest of our lives."