by James, Delta
“And just how did you come by this information? I take it if your Catherine is still being naughty, she didn’t tell you.”
Marco withdrew the note and read it. He tossed it with irritation to Griffin. “She is being most vexing. I tried to see it from her point of view when she failed to join me for dinner at the Uffizi. You can see the apology I sent her, and still she refuses me.”
Griffin laughed, causing Marco to scowl at him. “Oh, she more than refused you, Marco, she ever so politely told you to fuck off.”
Marco growled and Griffin continued to laugh until Marco joined him.
Griffin leaned over and patted his friend’s shoulder. “Look at it this way, at least you’ll know she didn’t agree to be your mate because of your wealth.”
Marco grinned. “Yes, I suppose that is the best way to look at it. But she is still being most naughty. I followed her yesterday and each and every time I called to her she had a physical response.”
“But she’s human, Marco. She doesn’t even know what the call of an alpha is or that you are her fated mate.”
“I will teach her.”
Griffin chuckled. “Oh, I’ll just bet you will. And your beautiful mate will have either have a very sore backside or a soreness in her most feminine parts to show for the error of her ways.”
Marco leveled a look at him. “Most likely both.”
“Ah, but which do you desire more.”
Marco chuckled. “Depends on which part of my anatomy you’re talking to. My palm literally itches to be spanking her beautiful bottom. To have her face down over my knee and begging me to forgive her and stop her punishment. But this damn knot I’m suppressing is insistent on breaching her at the first opportune moment.”
“Either way,” said Griffin, sipping his coffee, “I believe your Catherine’s days of being unmated are in short supply.”
Marco laughed. “That they are, my friend. That they are.”
They finished their breakfast as Griffin brought Marco up to speed on the needs of his new property and some more detail regarding Luca’s plans. Marco was glad to hear the excitement and peacefulness in Griffin’s voice.
They left the hotel headed for the lawyer’s office to finalize the paperwork and transfer the deed of sale. They were getting ready to head into the building when Catherine’s scent reached him. Marco stopped to scan the crowd for her. He could feel Griffin watching. Once Marco located her, he pointed her out to his friend and then sent a small, focused alpha wave of energy in her direction along with a distinctive growl that only she would be able to hear.
The combination of the two seem to wash over her and caused her to have a visible, physical reaction. Marco watched as she shivered and then looked around. He smiled as her eyes locked with his for a moment before she tried to shake off the effects of his call to her.
“You will not find it so easy to continue to ignore my call, my Catherine.”
Griffin chuckled. “I almost feel sorry for her. She hasn’t a clue.”
“No, but she will,” Marco said as he smiled. “And sooner rather than later my Catherine will learn to heed my call or find herself getting her bottom spanked for failing to do so.”
Marco and Griffin continued into the building. Marco was interested in concluding this business so that he could focus solely on Catherine.
* * *
There it was again. That feeling of energy that washed over her and yet seemed to penetrate every fiber of her being. This time she felt it coming from a specific direction. As she followed its path back, she looked up to find her eyes locked with those of none other than Marco DeMedici himself.
Damn the man. What power was it that he had that he haunted her dreams and now seemed to be able to find her across a crowded square in the middle of the bustling City of Florence?
She watched him and the companion who had been with him the other night enter the building. She could feel the loss of his presence. She had to admit, if only to herself, that the man most definitely had a power over her. Several times she had felt that wave of energy yesterday. She now realized he must have been near, watching her. That was altogether too creepy for words.
Catherine turned to walk away and then checked herself. She decided to have a little change in plans. She would go amuse herself walking through some of the open markets and then see if she couldn’t confront the man in person at his hotel. Maybe if she told him off to his face in front of others he would finally get the message. Perhaps being dressed down by a woman in public would convince him she had no interest in him.
Several frustrating hours later she headed toward the grand hotel in which DeMedici was staying. Even the open market vendors wouldn’t take her money. Over and over again she heard there was no need as DeMedici had provided for her.
As she entered the hotel, she noticed the architecture and artwork that she’d missed this morning when she dropped off her note. It was superb and at another time, she would have liked to spend some time here to study it. But for now, she wanted to accomplish her goal and leave as quickly as promised. The concierge came from behind his desk.
Catherine put up her hand to ward him off. “Please don’t. I’ve heard it all morning. Mr. DeMedici has arranged for, Mr. DeMedici has paid for, Mr. DeMedici has provided for... I’m sick to death of it. Do you have any idea when the great Mr. DeMedici might deign to honor us with his presence? He and I need to talk and he needs to get it through his thick skull that I’m done with his shit.”
The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she felt that all too familiar wave of energy wash over her from behind. She felt the goosebumps raise on her arms and a warmth spreading through her being.
She looked at the concierge.
“He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?” she whispered.
“Well,” said the kind older gentleman, “not right behind you.”
“You wish to speak to me, Catherine?” came the low grumbling voice from behind.
Catherine whirled around. “Not really; thus the reason I’ve sent you two notes asking you not to contact me again. But apparently you’re having a problem comprehending that. So despite what I would prefer to be doing, I’m wasting my time here having to tell you what should already be obvious.”
Marco grasped her gently by the upper arm; when she tried to pull away, he tightened his grip.
“This is not the place for us to talk. Why don’t we go upstairs to my room and we can discuss the misunderstanding that still seems to separate us.”
Catherine lost what little remaining grip she had on her temper. She stomped on his instep, causing him to momentarily ease his grip. She jerked her arm away. Before Marco could make another grab for her, she stepped forward and into his space.
“Listen to me, you arrogant prick. I have no interest in you, your money, or anything else you think will get you whatever it is you think you want. Leave me the fuck alone. I don’t give a good God damn that you’re Marco fucking DeMedici. To me you’re just some piece of shit asshole who can’t take no for an answer. There is no fucking misunderstanding between us. I understand you perfectly. It’s you who is too fucking stupid to get it through your thick head that I have no interest in you. Do we understand each other now, motherfucker?”
Catherine found she was out of breath, but feeling quite proud of herself. DeMedici just looked at her.
“Are you quite finished, my Catherine?” His voice was cool, calm, and betrayed no sense of anger whatsoever.
“I am not your fucking Catherine nor will I ever be!”
“Have you said what you needed to say?” he asked in a quiet, concerned tone.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I have.”
“Good.” He moved in close, holding her close with the vise grip he now had around her arm. He leaned in to whisper so only she could hear, “That was an uncalled for display of temper. You will learn to control your temper in front of others, or I will control it for you. The language you displayed
was far beneath that of a woman with an MBA from Harvard who just recently graduated at the top of her class from Cooper and will soon be the mistress of the DeMedici pack and mother to my children.”
A part of Catherine’s mind was screaming for her to get away... to break free from Marco. The other part of her brain and everything in her physical being screamed at her to yield to him... to surrender herself to his dominance. She was broken from her quiet reflection and focused on his words when she felt his hand run down her back and slide over her rump, stopping at the lower curve of the swell of her buttock to squeeze it gently.
Marco continued, “If you ever use that kind of language with me again in public or in private, I will wash your mouth out with soap before putting you over my knee and spanking your very beautiful bottom.”
He kissed her cheek gently. Catherine felt frozen in time and space.
“I’m going to take you upstairs. Should you decide to reflect on your belligerent and unacceptable behavior and apologize to me when we reach our room, I will take you to bed where I will pummel your pussy with my hard cock as I have longed to do since I first caught your scent at the restaurant. I would have wooed and seduced you into my bed and made gentle, sweet love to you the first several times. However, as you have shown a need for my dominance, I will provide you with the strength and passion you need. Should you continue in your naughtiness once we are alone, then you will receive the first of what I believe will be many bare bottom spankings before I fuck you long and hard into the night.”
She pulled back from him but could only get so far. “You are fucking crazy,” she whispered, hoping she sounded more frightened than what she really was... aroused.
Her whole body felt alight with his fire. She could feel his energy crackling over her flesh, raising the fine hair along her arms. A warm sensation settled over her and seemed to seep through the pores of her skin and permeate into the very marrow of her bones.
Confused and unsure of how to extricate herself from the situation and before Marco could anticipate her next move, Catherine balled her fist, pulled it back, and let fly. It connected with his nose in a most satisfying manner. She could hear it crack. Instead of letting her go or retaliating with a blow of his own, DeMedici pulled her closer into his body and bent his head to take possession of her mouth. Catherine would always recall it that way—that he took possession of her mouth, not that he kissed her.
His lips came down on hers and his tongue thrust past her teeth as he pulled her resistant body into his. While strong and passionate, the kiss was also soft and beckoning. He stroked her mouth with his tongue as his one hand continued to fondle her ass.
Catherine could hear and feel what she could only describe was a low grumbling noise that was part growl and part purr. It enveloped her as if a fog had settled around them. She pushed against Marco’s chest despite his continued sensual assault on her mouth. He released his hold of her arm so that he could wrap it around her upper body. The other hand continued to hold her close, pulling the lower half of her body into his. There was no mistaking the hard length she could feel pressing up against her.
Catherine could feel her control of her own response slipping away. She couldn’t understand why someone didn’t do something to help her. And then she realized her body had betrayed her completely and was molding itself to fit his large, hard frame.
Marco lifted his head briefly to gaze into her eyes and smile.
“No,” she whispered softly.
“Yes,” he growled before capturing her mouth once again.
This time she offered him no resistance whatsoever and gave herself over completely to him. He growled in pleasured response. Catherine rubbed herself like an alley cat in heat against him. She couldn’t understand why he kept just standing there kissing her and holding her close instead of taking her up to his room to get naked. She shocked herself with that thought. She knew that in this moment she wanted nothing more than to get naked with this man she had just cussed out and who had just threatened to spank her and feel him repeatedly thrust that hard length into what she knew would be her drenched pussy.
The thought had no sooner actually formed in her mind, than she felt Marco’s strong arms swing her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He walked toward the grand staircase and took the steps two at a time until he came to the mezzanine level... the most exclusive part of the hotel.
He expertly manipulated the keycard into the lock without ever putting her down or releasing her. She reached down to open the levered door and he smiled. Once inside the room, he leaned back against the door, shutting it firmly.
Chapter Eight
He placed her gently on her feet and let go, keeping an eye on the state of her fists. That crack to his nose had hurt. His Catherine was a spitfire of the first order. That would not be an insurmountable problem, however. In fact, mounting her on a regular basis would help give her passion a more acceptable focus. Marco smiled, thinking that he was more than capable and looked forward to mounting her frequently.
“Now, my Catherine, do you have something you wish to say to me?”
Catherine shook her head, trying to get it to clear. “Yes, I want you to move so that I can leave.”
Marco laughed. “That, my beautiful mate, I will not do. Let us try again. Would you like to apologize to me for your unseemly behavior downstairs or would you like to do so once I have put you over my knee and spanked your bottom to an intense shade of red?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she started.
Marco grabbed her by the arm and began to march her toward the bath. He could feel her trying to fight him and reached down and swatted her backside, causing her to yelp but to move in the direction he wanted.
Once they reached the vanity, he tangled a great deal of the hair at the nape of her neck in his fist and pressed her against the vanity with his body. With the other hand, he turned on the water, wetting his hand before lathering it with soap.
“I warned you that should you continue to curse at me that I would wash your mouth out with soap. You will learn, my Catherine, that I do not make idle threats. Now, open your mouth.”
He could see her preparing to make what he was sure would be a scathing retort but as she opened her mouth to do so, he inserted his hand, wedging it into her mouth. He had done so in such a way that she could not close her jaws and bite him. He ensured that she got a good taste of the soap so that she would think twice before using such language with him again. When he removed his hand, she coughed and sputtered.
She opened her mouth to swear at him again and Marco switched hands so that the soaped hand now had hold of her hair. The other he used to strip her leggings and panties down to her mid-thigh and delivered several hard smacks to her buttocks.
“Ouch,” she screeched. “That hurts, you...”
“Catherine, do I need to add more soap to your mouth?”
She closed her mouth and wisely said nothing. Marco led her back into the sitting room portion of his suite. He sat down on the settee, pulling her into his lap.
“Now, my Catherine, do you have an apology you would like to offer me for your behavior?”
Marco watched her take a deep breath and exhale it slowly. “No. I want you to turn me loose, let me go and never, ever come near me again.”
Again, Marco laughed at her show of bravado for that’s what he knew it to be. He could smell her arousal and could see the tell-tale signs of it as well. Her thin shirt did little to hide the hardened pebbles of her nipples and as she sat on his thigh he could feel the evidence of her pussy’s readiness leaking out to drip onto him.
“In the years to come, my sweet mate, I want you to recall that it was your stubborn pride that led to you getting spanked prior to my bedding you for the first time.”
Marco reached between her legs and removed her leggings and panties. She now sat half naked on his lap. He couldn’t resist the urge to slip his hand between her legs to caress the hardened
nub that was distended and in need of his attention. She tried to close her legs to him and he quickly and accurately swatted her soaked pussy with a satisfying smack.
“You do not ever close your legs to me. Where I choose to put my hands, lips, and cock is where you will have them. Should you be in need of them in between those times I am actively pleasuring you, you may ask. I assure you my answer will almost always be yes. Open your legs, my Catherine.”
She clenched them tighter until he growled. Her pussy gushed in response. She sighed quietly, quit resisting him, and relaxed her thighs. She moaned in helpless abandon as he began to explore her outer lips before plunging his fingers into her pussy.
“There’s my good mate. See how much better it is when you yield to me so I can see to our mutual need?”
“Marco, please?” she said.
He chuckled and rumbled a low growl at her. He smiled as she shivered in response. He continued to fondle her and kindle the desire he knew was there. He brought his saturated fingers up in front of both of their faces before rubbing them together so that she could see the evidence of her need before licking them clean.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She complied and he stood with her. His massive 6′5″ frame dwarfed her even at 5′10″. He stripped her of her blouse and unfastened her bra. He stepped back from her.
“Take your bra off, my Catherine, and show me your glorious tits.”
She hesitated for only a moment as she removed the garment and let it drop to the floor. He smiled to reassure her. She was truly magnificent. He lifted a heavy breast in each of his hands, thumbing the hardened nipples as he did so.
“You will suckle our sons and daughters and provide me with great pleasure, my beautiful mate. How I wish you had chosen to mitigate your display of ill-temper downstairs with an apology. You are mine, my Catherine. We belong to each other alone. I will lay claim to you this night, but first I will punish you for your misbehavior.”
