“No, no!” Gianna looked at him in horror. “No, Anthony, Drake … he was a horrible, terrible mistake. I love you; it has always been you. You’re my only one.”
“Not your only one.” Anthony stood up and made to leave.
“Anthony, wait!” Gianna rushed after him.
He held up a hand in warning. “I’ve got a lot to process and I want some time to deal with it.”
She grabbed his hand desperately. “We can deal with it, together,” she pleaded.
“Let go of me,” Anthony demanded. With sob, Gianna shook her head.
“Gianna, I am a proud man, and I don’t want to hurt you. So please. Let me go.”
Sniffling, Gianna stepped back and allowed her tears to fall freely as she watched Anthony leave.
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Gianna paced around nervously, wringing her hands. The sky was getting dark, and she still had no idea where Anthony was. She had gone all over the hotel and the town looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She choked back a sob. Where had he gone?
“Good evenin’, Miss Gianna!” Jack, the stable boy, waved as he ran past her on the stairwell.
“Jack!” Gianna’s head snapped up as she called to him hopefully. “Have you seen Anthony?”
“Yes, Miss Gianna. He’s in the barn.”
Gianna heaved a sigh of relief. The barn! Why hadn’t she thought to check there?
“Thanks, Jack,” she smiled at him as he waved and ran down the stairs.
Gianna plotted as she considered that piece of news. She had to handle this carefully. As she passed by Anthony’s study, she saw that the door was open. Remembering what he showed her on the second day of her arrival, she suddenly had an idea. She just hoped she had the guts to go through with it.
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Anthony leaned against the walls of the barn, looking up at the ceiling. He felt empty, like a shell. It was like his happy world had been sucked into a vacuum. Either that, or he had fallen into a dark, bottomless pit.
The initial anger he had felt when he learned that Gianna had slept with Drake was so powerful that it scared him. He had looked upon her sad, frightened face and been overcome with the urge to cane her so hard that he knew he had to get away before he did something he regretted. He didn’t know what was worse: the jealousy he felt, knowing that another man had fucked his wife, or the hurt that he felt at her betrayal.
As he spent the hours in solitude, the anger had given way to utter hopelessness. He didn’t even know how to face her anymore.
“Anthony.”
He turned and sucked in a deep breath. His wife stood before him in the middle of the barn, clad in nothing but a bathrobe. She held something in her hand, but he barely noticed it as she shrugged the robe off and stood before him, naked.
Even in his state of bleakness, he could still appreciate her beauty. The evening twilight set her skin aglow. Her body had begun to change with the pregnancy, accentuating her curves as her breasts looked even bigger than they already were.
“What are you doing here? And why are you naked?” His voice was inflectionless. Good. At least that was better than pain or anger.
Trembling a little, Gianna raised her hand so he could see what she brought. She held up the willow cane that he had in his study. His eyes narrowed.
“Punish me.”
Her voice was tiny but firm. She walked towards him, laid the cane before him and kneeled down on the straw.
Jesus.
“Get up, Gianna,” he snapped, his face growing pale. “I know what you want me to do. Believe me, I badly want to do it.”
“Then do it,” she insisted, lifting up her head to look at him. “I deserve it.”
“Go away, Gianna. Get back to the hotel.”
“No, please,” she crawled over to him, grabbing his knee. “Don’t send me away from you. I know you’re angry.”
“Angry.” Anthony laughed bitterly. “Oh, Gianna, I’m more than angry. I’m fucking jealous and furious, and right now, with you kneeling there? I want to tied you up and just … own you.”
“Then do it,” she pleaded. “Punish me, and do your worst, sexually.” Anthony looked at her incredulously as she continued.
“You need this, we need this. Punish me this way; it’s the only way I can bear.”
“Oh fuck, Gianna.”
Anthony looked at her in her submissive position and thought about what she was offering. An old lust crept up in him.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked quietly.
She nodded.
“Fine.” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the middle of the room. She cried out in pain, but followed him willingly. Lifting her up on a metal table, he placed her down on her tummy. Gianna winced as the cold surface of the metal came into contact with her skin.
“Put your arms behind you,” he ordered.
Anthony turned and walked to one of the hooks on the wall where his lassoes were draped.
“This is a lasso that we use for restraining feral horses.” He rubbed the coarse rope across her bare back.
“It’s the perfect rope to use on you. You are harder to control and way more trying that any bronco that I have ever had to break.”
“Unlike them, you’re not going to break me,” Gianna said softly.
“Oh, Gianna,” Anthony fought back a wave of emotion. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“I am,” her voice was clear and steady. “I know you. You will punish me, and you will fuck me hard. But you won’t break me.”
Anthony breathed in deeply. He held her wrists down against her back and tightly tied them together. He saw her wince as the coarse surface of the rope chafed against her skin. Looping them around her arms and shoulders, he twisted the rope in front. He viciously pulled her up by her hair and wrapped the rope around her breasts.
“This will restrict the blood flow to your breasts,” he hissed at her. Sure enough, as he tightened the knots, he could see her nipples standing more erect than they normally did. He flicked at them hard, causing her to gasp.
“Look how sensitive they are,” he pinched them. “Were they sensitive when Drake pinched them? Did you respond to his touch, the way you’re responding to mine?”
“No,” her eyes filled with tears. “No, Anthony, it was nothing like that.”
Anthony’s eyes flashed as he walked behind her. Grabbing her ankles together, he spread her legs as he lifted them, flaying her knees outwards. He pulled on the lasso roughly, and the impact made Gianna cry out as he began looping the rope around her ankles. Pulling the knots tightly, he stepped back and admired her. She was balanced on her tummy as the lasso forced her legs and shoulders together. Her huge bosoms stuck out of the rope bonds he had created and her butt and pussy were exposed to the world.
Satisfied, he walked over and picked up the willow cane. He tapped it menacingly on his palm, feeling the sting that it left, knowing that soon the same stings would be unleashed all over her body.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” he asked her quietly as he stood beside her. Gianna’s breath had quickened as she attempted to adjust from the discomfort of her bonds and her face was flushed. Still, she nodded resolutely at him.
With that, he lifted the cane, and landed a blow across her butt cheeks, leaving a red line in its wake. Gianna cried out in pain and she pulled on her restraints.
“Did he make you scream, Gianna?” Anthony asked jealously, as he brushed the cane over the mark it had made.
“No!” she spat out. “No, it wasn’t like that.”
“Good.” Anthony continued to rub the cane all over her butt cheeks. “I am going to cane you eight times as a punishment for fucking another man, Gianna. And you are going to count each one of them. Understand?”
“Yes,” Gianna said through a clenched jaw.
The cane descended upon her with a sharp crack.
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Gianna felt the sharp bite of the c
ane as it landed high on her right butt cheek.
“One!” she cried out.
She hadn’t expected this much pain. Unlike a spank from his hand or the paddle, the pain was concentrated on a tiny surface and radiated outwards in a burn. She tensed herself for the next blow.
Crack.
This one landed on her other cheek so that both sides of her bottom were now on fire.
“Two!” she spat out, tears gathering in her eyes.
Crack! Crack!
Gianna uttered the numbers in a garbled cry as she attempted to wrap her head around the pain. Her entire ass was ablaze with agony that radiated outwards. She took deep breaths as she tried to gain control over herself.
“Ready?”
Anthony asked, and she was grateful that even then, he stopped to check in on her. She gritted her teeth and nodded her ascent.
The cane descended in quick succession over her inner thighs, causing her to squeal. These blows were not as hard as the ones on her butt, but the sensitivity of her skin there made the throbbing pain only a bit more bearable.
“Five! Six!” she shouted.
Anthony moved the cane up along her thighs, stroking her vulva with the tip. As it circled her clit, Gianna felt the faint stirrings of her arousal beneath the pain. The cane was hard and unyielding, pressing down mercilessly on her exposed nub, and drew sharp jolts of pleasure out of her.
Crack!
Gianna’s eyes rolled backwards in her head as the cane landed right on the spot just next to her vulva. As the pain sank in, Anthony went back to working her clit with the cane so that she found herself in a confusing whirlpool of pleasure and pain.
“What number is it, Gianna?” Anthony asked in a warning tone.
“Seven!” she gasped, as he prodded at her clit. He pressed the tip right over her sensitive bud and alternated between rubbing it furiously and pressing it down hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck,” she moaned, her muscles tightening as her orgasm drew near. As she flexed her cheeks, the pain from the welts was overpowered only by the hard threads of lust that held her together.
Just as she tethered over the edge, Anthony brought the cane down one last time: this time, directly over her clit.
“Eight!”
Gianna screamed as she came violently. Stars burst before her closed eyes as she rode the glorious waves of rapture that cascaded over her.
As she recovered from her orgasm, Anthony undid his pants and brought his erection to her mouth.
“Did you suck on him, Gianna? Did you enjoy his cock?”
“What? No!” Gianna gasped.
“Did he fuck your mouth like this?” Anthony shouted as he pushed his rod right into her mouth.
“No!” Her answer was muffled as she sucked on his cock as he thrusted it in her, swirling her tongue against his frenulum.
As Anthony pounded her mouth, he reached over to her breasts and pinched her swollen nipples hard.
“Ah!”
Gianna screamed around his cock. Her nipples were hypersensitive as a result of the ropes that were bound so tightly. He rubbed and pinched at them as he continued his assault of her mouth.
“God, Gianna,” Anthony groaned as he grabbed and tugged at her hair, forcing himself deeper inside her mouth.
As he swelled in her, Gianna braced herself for his release. However, he removed himself suddenly, leaving her mouth bereft.
Moving behind her, Anthony stroked her tight opening with his cock.
“Did he fuck you, Gianna?”
Her head whipped up, as the tears finally rolled down her cheeks.
“Yes.” She whispered in shame.
“Did you want him to?”
“What? No! Anthony, I was under the influence of the aphrodisiac. I wasn’t myself.”
“I know,” he muttered as he continued to coat his cock with her juices. “It hurts anyway.”
Gianna sniffled. “Anthony. I am so. so. sorry.” Tears continued to stream down her red cheeks. She took a deep breath.
“Fuck me, Anthony,” she said in a clear voice. “Sow your seed in me. Wash his traces away and make me new.”
She could hear him breathing heavily behind her. The next moment seemed eternal as the only sound that filled the silence was his breathing and the snuffling of the horses in the stables next door.
Then all of a sudden, he roughly pushed himself inside her and started to fuck her hard, harder than he ever had. As he gained momentum, he grabbed on to her ass to maintain his balance and she winced as he pressed against her tortured skin.
Agony and sweet, sweet pleasure rose in her as he mercilessly pounded into her. The sensations were almost unbearable. Anthony made deep, guttural noises that sounded almost animalistic as he impaled her over, and over, and over again.
“Did you come for him?” he grunted, breathless from the exertion.
“No,” she gasped, as she felt the pleasure build. “My orgasms are for you. Only you can give me pleasure. Only you can give me release.”
She heard him exhale in relief behind her. “At least I still have that.”
Oh Anthony. She loved him so much.
“I’m close, Gianna,” Anthony shouted. Clenching her muscles around his cock, Gianna met him thrust by thrust. She felt his fingers around her clit, rubbing and stroking.
“Come for me, baby,” he groaned.
It was all the invitation she needed. She shuddered and screamed his name like a litany as she reached an earth-shattering climax.
With a roar, he pounded into her one final time as he erupted inside her, his hot cum seeping and trickling down her ass.
Chapter 13
Sleep eluded Anthony as he sat up in bed. In the darkness, he could make out the small form of his wife, who lay sleeping beside him. Raising the cover lightly so that she wouldn’t stir, he winced as he saw the red welts that lay across her bottom and thighs. She had rope burn over her breasts, arms and feet as well. Even though she had insisted that the pain was bearable, his heart ached in a strange way as he gently applied the cream over her wounds.
The pain and guilt were almost unbearable, especially when he remembered that she was pregnant. He had lost control of himself in the moment, and even though he knew that she had gone into it willingly, it didn’t change the fact that he saw himself as a monster.
How could I do this to someone I love?
Worse still was the fact that he had actually been aroused by her pain. The mewling cries she made as he caned her had made him so hard. It had taken every ounce of self-control in him to stop at the eighth strike when all he wanted to do was to run the cane all over her.
Sickened with himself, he leaned over and kissed her gently on her cheek. Gianna mumbled sleepily at his touch.
“Anthony.”
She still loved him, even after all that. That was perhaps what frightened him the most; the fact that her love for him would actually push her to endanger herself.
Making up his mind, he lightly caressed her cheek before getting out of bed. He carefully closed the door and went to his study, preparing to face the sleepless night.
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As Gianna roused from her sleep, she opened her eyes and saw Anthony sitting right in front of her. She smiled at him, relieved that he was still with her.
Perhaps we will be okay.
“Good evening.”
“Goodness, what time is it?” She looked at the setting sun outside the window in dismay.
“Did I just sleep through the day? Why didn’t you wake me?” Anthony shrugged. “I thought you could use the rest.”
“Well, that’s kind of you,” she yawned as she stretched, wincing as her motions made her raw skin chafe against the bed.
“Are you alright?” Anthony asked as he leaned over her anxiously.
“I’m fine,” Gianna assured him. When he looked unconvinced, she insisted, “Seriously, Anthony. I’m alright.”
“If you say so,” he said, and s
he could tell that he was distracted. “How about you give me a kiss, take my mind off things?” She teased tentatively, holding her breath as she feared his response.
His mouth twitched a little as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. She pouted.
“That’s not where I want to be kissed.”
Anthony ran his hands through his hair. “Gianna, come with me to my study. We need to talk.”
Alarmed, Gianna said, “Oh–kay.”
As she wrapped her robe around her, she followed Anthony across the hall, a seed of trepidation in her chest.
Shit, she thought. This can’t be good.
Anthony pulled out the chair in front of his desk for her and she sat down carefully.
“So,” she tried for a light tone and failed miserably. “What’s up?”
Anthony sat down opposite her and clasped his hands together. Looking at her, he intoned in a dead voice, “I want a divorce.”
“A divorce?” Gianna gasped in horror as she skimmed through the paper. She felt something heavy crush her heart into dust. “You want me to leave?”
“Gianna,” the pain in Anthony’s voice was palpable. “Don’t worry about the money. I’ll make a note about it to make it official.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Gianna looked at him incredulously.
“You won’t have to pay back the settlement fee in any form. Also, I’ve prepared a portion of my savings for you to use. It should be enough for you and the baby to live a comfortable life.”
“I don’t want your money!” Gianna cried as she desperately reached for him. “I want you!”
“I’m bad for you, Gianna,” Anthony said firmly as he caught her hands in his. “Look at this,” he whispered as he held up her hands. Gianna saw the rope burn along her wrists that stretched up around her arms.
“Anthony,” she said, trying to keep herself calm. “This is nothing. It doesn’t even really hurt anymore. Besides, I asked for it.”
“Don’t you see?” Anthony looked agonized. “You have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. You are brave and bold, but when it comes to protecting yourself, you are clueless!”
“So, keep me with you! Protect me,” she begged.
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