He grabbed a couple of grapes and walked around to face her. He fed her the grapes with one hand and played roughly with her nipples with the other.
She could barely chew she was moaning so hard.
He fed her another one, then reached behind him into a drawer and pulled out a wooden spoon. He held it up in front of her face.
“Remember that time seven years ago when you deliberately got involved with me in order to rob me?”
True apprehension dawned in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something.
“What, Cassandra? Is that not true? Did you not meet me at the club that night with the intent to start a relationship with me? To spy on me for your family?”
Her shoulders drooped slightly, her eyes fell away from his. “No, Master. That is true.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll have no trouble understanding why you won’t be coming at all today. That I’m going to take you in your mouth and your ass and your pussy, but you’ll be left wanting.”
Tears leaked out of those gorgeous green eyes, but Dominic wasn’t going to let himself be swayed. It was the least she deserved after what she’d done.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a little more magnanimous, and if you beg me hard enough I’ll let you come.” He step closer to her ear. “Or maybe this is just what you can expect from here on out. I take you, take my pleasure whenever I want, and you’re just in a constant state of wanting.”
More tears. Good.
“But right now, I’m going to spank you with this spoon until your ass is near blistered. Then you’re going to suck me off. I have a couple hours of work I need to do and I want to make sure you’re thinking about me during that time, and the spanking will make sure you are. After my meeting, I’m going to bend you over my desk, and fuck that very sore ass. We’ll save your pussy for tonight.”
More tears were leaking out of her eyes, but her breathing was so ragged her chest was heaving. Poor little Cassandra didn’t like the thought of not coming, but she definitely liked the thought of being used hard.
He brought the thick wooden spoon up to her lips for her to kiss. She did then he moved around behind her.
He waited just a few seconds, giving her time to get good and tense, then brought the spoon down against the curve of her ass. The spoon was much different than a belt, not nearly as much force, but stung like little bee stings. On top of her already reddened flesh, he knew it burned from the beginning.
“Put your head down and your ass up,” he told her, helping her slide her knees back. It gave her legs some relief from the angle her hips had been placed, but made her entire sits area – that sensitive place where her ass met her thighs – completely vulnerable to him.
He rained blow after stinging blow there, listening as her gasps became cries and then sobs and then wails. He saw how hard her hands were grasping the edge of the counter, but didn’t relent.
“Sits area done, now let’s do your thighs,” he said conversationally. She sobbed more as he brought the spoon down over and over on her thighs, giving her no chance to recover except for the couple of seconds where he moved her thighs further apart so he could slap the tender inner area, getting them good and red. Her body jerked.
Unable to stop himself he paused and touched her pussy.
“Drenched.”
She immediately began rubbing herself against his fingers so he moved them away. She sobbed again and he laughed. “No coming for you. So you better learn to accept it. Now let’s set your ass on fire.”
Whatever lack of force was available to him with the spoon, Dominic made up for with precision. He made sure every single inch of her luscious ass felt the sting of the blows. He loved the sounds she made towards the end, keening, her hips rocking back towards him with each blow. She was mindless now, he knew. In that place where she relished each new lick of flame rather than feel discomfort. Her sobs had turned to sighs and grunts. The pain wouldn’t cause her to orgasm, but he knew her mind was flying.
He finished by separating her cheeks with one hand and swatting with tiny little blows right up to her asshole, over and over. That was for later so she would feel the pain again when he took her in the ass.
It would drive her right back to subspace where she was now.
Her body was swaying in an inner emotional rhythm as he gave her another dozen hard smacks against the ass. Her hypnotic movement didn’t stop even after he put the spoon down beside her. Afraid she might topple over, he lifted her by the waist and sat down in the chair with her in his lap. Her breath hissed and out at the touch of her abused skin against his leg, but then she melted against him.
He gave her a few minutes to come down from the high, knew when she was by the way she began stiffening.
“Go lay down on the bed, with your head hanging over the side. I’ll be there to fuck your face in just a minute.”
He knew it was one of her favorite ways to suck him off, and he was more than happy to oblige since it would force her spanked ass to rub against the rough comforter on his bed. He wanted every thought in her head today to be of him. Every movement causing her pain, reminding her of what she done.
Today she truly began to pay for her sins. He was going to love every minute of it.
Chapter Eleven
He’d loved the sound she’d made as he’d fucked her ass today. Loved that she’d been so raw that all he’d had to do was run a fingernail across her ass cheek and she’d scurried to get away from him.
But there’d been nowhere to go, trussed up as she’d been, arms tied behind her back, bent over his desk.
He’d squirted a generous amount of lube right in the crack of her ass. He’d put more on his condom-covered dick.
“Remember how I took you to Vegas under completely false pretenses and married you? Gave you my mother’s precious engagement ring and wedding band? What did you do with those, Cassandra? Hock them when you ran off?”
He had brought his hand down hard on her already raw backside over and over. Cassandra sobbed trying to get away.
“Spread your legs.”
She had, bringing her ass right up against his cock. Dominic grabbed her ass cheeks cruelly and pulled them apart, burning her flesh even more.
He should have warmed up that little asshole with his fingers, stretched it to prepare her, but didn’t want to. He had wanted her to feel the burn. To remember that this was what happened when you fucked over a Rinaldi.
You got fucked back a lot worse.
“Beg me to fuck you in the ass, Cassandra. To take you hard and deep.”
He’d trained her well years ago. She didn’t hesitate. “Please, fuck me in the ass, Master. Please. So deep I only know you.”
The tip of his cock had touched her puckered hole and she stiffened.
“Is your ass sore from the spanking? It still looks very red, very painful.”
Her head at the front of his desk had nodded up and down briskly. “Yes, sir. It all hurts so much.”
“I’m going to take you hard. It’s going to stretch and burn that little hole of yours and it’s going to hurt as my balls bounce up against your tender flesh.”
He had given a sharp slap right at the sit spot of her ass and she let out a short scream. Dominic just laughed and grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck pulling her head back.
“You like the pain, don’t you?”
She had nodded. “Yes, Master. But only from you.”
“I think you lie, but you’re going to get the pain anyways. You deserve this don’t you? You deserve being fucked in the ass for what you did to me. Say it. You lied and tricked me and tried to steal from me.”
He had begun pressing his cock fully into her ass at that point. She sucked in her breath. Dominic had released her hair and moved his hands back down to her ass cheeks, and spread them as wide as he could. She groaned.
He’d watched his cock slide slowly into that tight hole, and groaned himself.
He grasped her cheeks h
arder. “Say it. Admit you deserve this for what you did. For your lies.” He slid in another inch, and had watched her flesh stretch to accommodate his width.
“Aaah!” She’d pressed her hips down against the desk to get away from him but there was nowhere to go. “Yes, Master. Yes, I lied. I stole from you. And I deserve this. Please fuck my ass hard.”
He did. She’d moaned as he thrust all the way inside her, his balls slapping the tender underside of her ass like he had promised. He held her still as he pistoned his hips over and over again into her ass.
“You. Will. Never. Betray. Me. Again.” Each word had accompanied a thrust.
“No, Master. Never again. I promise.” Her words had been sobs.
Dominic had been mad enough, cruel enough to want to drag out this punishment, knowing she was uncomfortable and not enjoying it. But as he watched her tight hole — surrounded by all that red, freshly spanked flesh — suck him in with each thrust, it had hurled him too quickly towards the edge. He’d felt his balls tighten and before he could stop himself, he had leaned over her back, about to come.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrusted a few more times, and reached around her torso to grab a breast and hold onto it. He had come with a shout.
He’d left her bent over his desk as he disposed of the condom in the bathroom attached to his office. She looked more than a little dazed as he had untied her arms and sat her over on the couch in the corner of his office, pulling a blanket over her.
By the time he got himself dressed and sat back in his office chair, her head had fallen to the high arm of the leather couch, resting. Except for the occasional shudder that racked her small frame, she just laid there, watching him.
And all he could look at as he sat back down was the small wet spot on his desk where her pussy had rested. She’d been turned on, at least a little bit, by what had just happened.
Eventually, because Dominic did actually have businesses to run, he’d turned on the flatscreen television by the couch so she could watch it.
She chose Scooby Doo. He shook his head remembering her affinity for the cartoon even seven years ago. Evidently she hadn’t outgrown it.
After dinner he’d fucked her as he promised, propping those athletic legs up on his shoulders as he plowed into her. Her pussy tightening around his cock was like coming home. Which both enthralled and infuriated Dominic.
Of course, sex had never been a problem. It had always been the best either of them had ever had. It was her betrayal and lies that were the problem.
But as long as he knew not to let his guard down then he saw no reason why he shouldn’t use her delicious and oh so flexible body whenever he wanted it.
And he still hadn’t let her come. She had sobbed, begged, offered to do anything he wanted. To allow him to do anything he wanted to her if he would let her come.
He’d just raised an eyebrow and pointed out that the option was available to him anyway.
He led her to the large shower where he’d had her wash him, front to back, head to toe. Then he tortured her just a little bit more by washing her body. Although he was deliberately non-sexual in his actions — or as non-sexual as he was capable of being around Cassandra — her over-sensitized skin treated everything as sensual, driving her need to come. Dominic pushed her up against the wall so he could wash the back of her with his hands.
“If I told you you could come, but only by grinding yourself up against that wall, would you do it?”
She was already panting, her hips pushing up against the tiles. “Yes, Master. Please, let me.”
He got hard again just thinking about watching her wantonly grind that body against a wall to get relief. He’d been oh so tempted.
“No. Girls who are getting punished don’t get to come. Not today.”
Those big green eyes had looked at him over her shoulder and cried tears again. She’d been in pain all over… marks from he spanking still evident all over her ass and thighs. Her asshole and pussy sore from his rough use… he could tell by the stiff way she walked. Her breasts were swollen, nipples continuously distended.
He’d put her to bed like that, with her still whimpering. Even now in sleep an hour later she was restless, flushed. Her lithe body a 5’3 bundle of pain and need.
Watching her, he knew he should be just as exhausted as she was. Hell, he’d already come four times today. He wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore.
But damned if he wasn’t happy. No, happy wasn’t the right word, because he was still pissed as hell at her for what she did. Happiness was for children and puppies. He wasn’t happy. But he was content.
And whether he wanted to admit it or not, that contentment was based on the fact that Cassandra was back under his roof. He would never again give her the respect and admiration he’d given her when they’d dated and then gotten “married.” But he would have her here and he would use her, and they would be together.
And even as cold and business-like as that sounded, it was more than he’d wanted from any other woman for seven years. He’d really only wanted Cass. And now he had her. On his terms.
He watched as the clock ticked the last few minutes until midnight. As soon as it did, he rolled her naked sleeping form onto her back, smiling a little as she whimpered. He spread her legs, the light from the moon shining through the window enabling him to see the red marks from the spoon. He began to kiss the marks, working his lips up her inner thighs.
He kept his shoulders low, putting her thighs over them instead of spreading her wide. That would come later. Right now he just wanted to ease her awake, to build the pressure inside her slowly. Give her a chance to stop him if she wanted.
But after the day she’d had, he had no doubt she wouldn’t want him to stop. And he would let her come. Give her the release she’d for which she’d been so desperate the last twelve hours. It was now tomorrow.
He told himself it was because he wanted to keep her off guard. Torturing her with denial then surprising her with heavenly release.
And that was true. He did want to keep her off guard. Always wondering what he would do next. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to taste her again. To lap up that nectar that was uniquely Cass. To spear her with his tongue then lick up her juices.
He’d had plenty of women in the seven years they’d been apart, but none of them had tasted nearly as sweet as he knew Cassandra did.
He parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the top. He smiled, breathing against her as he felt her thighs tightening around his face.
He did it again. And again. Deep slow strokes that eased her body higher rather than hurtling it.
Even though she wasn’t awake, her body was responding, growing wetter. Her hips started to shift, to lift against his mouth.
He brought his hand around to gently pinch her engorged clit, then licked her again before stabbing her with his tongue. Fucking her with it.
He knew the moment she woke up because her entire body went tense.
She awoke from the most erotic dream to the most erotic reality. Dominic’s dark head between her thighs.
She felt his tongue stab her again and she let out a hiss. Was this just another round of torture? She wasn’t sure she could survive.
“Master…” His tongue lapped her again and she began thrashing from side to side.
Dominic reached up and pinched her nipple with one hand, and gave her pussy a resounding slap with the other. Cassandra couldn’t help but let out a howl, not be because of the pain, but because if he did that once more — one firm press or slap on her clit — and she wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Cassandra, I’m going to let you come. You made it to midnight so it’s a new day.”
Cass had never heard such beautiful words in her lifetime. No more torture. At least not right now.
Dominic ran his hands up and down her thighs, widening them. “But you’re going to relax and let m
e eat your pussy for as long as I want. You’re going to lay there and let me fuck you with my tongue. All those orgasms you were denied today, you’re about to have them right now. And since you’re so close… let’s go ahead and get number one out of the way.”
He slapped her pussy — the sound obscenely loud against her wetness - then kept his fingers pressed firm against her clit. That was all she needed. She threw back her head and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
She was nowhere near recovered when his lips began their onslaught again. Licking, sucking, exploring. Adding one finger, and then two. The moment his tongue began a rapid flick over her clit a second orgasm ripped through her, swallowing the first.
And he still didn’t stop. He didn’t stop when she couldn’t control her thighs and they clenched around his face. Didn’t stop when her back had arched off the bed and she’d grabbed his hair, fucking his face with her hips. He didn’t stop until she’d swore on her life she couldn’t come again and then he’d proved her wrong.
By the time Dominic was finished with her, Cassandra was incapable of moving. Incapable of speaking. Incapable of doing anything but breathe his name in and out. He had to replace her limbs under the covers and wipe her sweat soaked hair back from her face.
If the room had been on fire, she still wouldn’t have been able to move, she would’ve had to burn to ash.
All she could do was keep breathing. And wonder how she was ever going to keep her heart whole if this was her life now.
Chapter Twelve
Dominic was able to keep his brothers at bay for another three days. It wasn’t easy. Rumors that Cassandra was his wife had reached their ears, as Dominic had known it would. They were on their way over now to find out exactly what was going on.
She was currently sitting on the couch in his office, dressed again in one of his shirts. She’d been naked over most of the last three days — God, he still hadn’t gotten tired of taking her in every way he could think of — and it was only now, when other people were about to break into their personal bubble that Dominic realized he probably needed to buy her some clothes.
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