Yuri looked at the bearded man, who immediately ripped her dress apart to expose her breasts. The other man held her down as he seized one breast in a savage grip and held the switchblade to her nipple.
Jessica howled and cried out, “The sugar container. There’s a false bottom. It’s under there.”
Yuri nodded. “Clever, and explains why we didn’t find it.”
“Please, I can give you all a great night…”
“Don’t make me sick.” Yuri wiped at his mouth and looked disgusted as he spoke to his men. “Either of you want her?”
They both scowled and the bearded man laughed. “What for? We’ve got free range to Leo’s girls with tighter snatches than this cunt.”
The blonde man nodded and frowned. “Leo needs to screen his clients better. Greta was in there tonight with Brendan North. How the fuck did that happen?”
“Maybe Asya arranges something,” the bearded man suggested.
“No, she would have told me. Remind me to talk to Leo.”
Jessica gazed at him. “Please, can I go? I won’t say a word. I never do.”
“You just narked on your boyfriend,” he laughed. “You sluts are all the same.”
He looked to the driver and spoke to him in Russian. From the way they all laughed as he started the car up, Jessica knew that she wasn’t about to see the sun rise on 2014.
PART TWO
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Khandallah, Wellington, January, 2014
Opening her eyes, Mairead Vaughn stretched her body and lazily rolled over to find James laying on his side, propping up his head and grinning at her.
“About time you woke up.”
“Why?” she asked him, yawning.
“Because you’re neglecting your husband.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” she giggled. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rolled on top of him and planted kisses all over his face.
“There,” she said. “Now you’re all loved.”
James laughed and gripped her hair to hold her head still and capture her mouth against his. As he kissed her, his arm came around her and he rolled her onto her back, urging her legs apart with his knees.
Mairead giggled. “You don’t give a girl much time to wake up, do you?”
“I’ve been waiting long enough.” He rose up, kneeling between her legs and hooking his arms under her knees. Her body was curled up as he came back over her and rubbed his cock against her heated sex.
He grinned. “I would say that you’re more than ready for me.”
“Like I’ve got a choice,” she scoffed.
“You don’t,” he grinned.
Mairead gasped as he impaled her deeply and fucked her with slow, deep thrusts. Her body arched and she seized his upper arms, feeling the hard, taut muscles as they bulged against her palms.
There was the slightest villainous smile on his face as he stared down at her, daring her to protest or offer any resistance. It stirred the mischief in her. Pushing against him with all her strength, she tried to struggle away from him, but was unable to move him. His smile broadened and his thrusts grew harder.
“You’ll need to do better than that, baby,” he laughed.
“You’re evil,” she gasped. “You think you can use your brute strength against my body any time you want.”
“And?”
“And I won’t have it,” she puffed, trying to sound indignant. Her eyes narrowed with a slight grin. “You really think I can’t stop you?”
James shook his head smugly and fucked her a little harder, to make his point. Mairead gasped at the sheer pleasure of his assault, wanting to yield to him, but still tempted to make a point of her own. Keeping her gaze fixed on his face, her fingers trailed down his chest, finding his nipples and forcefully squeezing them.
James yelled and seized her hand. He brought his face down close to hers with a fiery glare and a hint of a grin. “You little brat. You’re going to pay for that.”
Withdrawing from her, he rolled her onto her stomach and shifted over her, using some of his weight to hold her in place. Mairead was giggling as she struggled under him, aware that her bottom was now defenceless. Her clit pulsated as his hand began an ominous caress, gliding over her plump curves and gently kneading them. He took his time, knowing the anticipation would drive her insane.
“Married three months and once again, my naughty little wife needs a reminder of her obedience vows.”
Mairead protested. “There wasn’t anything in our vows about obedience.”
“Maybe not in the ceremony, but you made all sorts of promises to me on our wedding night.”
“I was a little overcome with passion and wine. You took advantage of that and I would have promised you anything.”
She made a valiant attempt to push herself up with her arms, only to fail as he effortlessly held her in place. He chuckled and patted her bottom to remind her of her pending fate.
“That’s bad luck, baby, because I took you at your word. How did it go? You wanted to be my obedient wife forever and I should be your very strict husband, ready to discipline you for the slightest transgression.”
His other arm pushed under her, encircling her waist as his fingers wandered down to her clit. He delicately massaged it as he continued to rub her bottom. The torment had her tilting her bottom up, just as he had expected.
“Now tell me, Mrs. Vaughn, when are you allowed to deny your husband the pleasure of your body?”
“When he’s being a big bully,” she replied curtly.
“Wrong answer.” His palm came away and returned smartly with several hard swats to each cheek. He stopped and caressed her again. “The right answer is never.”
Mairead laughed and winced at the sting in her bottom, still much aware of the unceasing attention of his fingers on her clit. It was becoming an overload of sensation.
“Now,” he growled. “Are you ready to spread your legs and take a good, hard fucking?”
His brutish attitude was making her gasp with lust. She was more than ready for him, but there was another sensation she wanted just as much.
“You’ve got a perfectly good hand,” she teased. “Why don’t you go use it and leave me alone?”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and shivered in anticipation. Being forced to submit to James was only half as much fun as being disciplined by him.
“Oh, I’ve got far better uses for my hand,” he replied.
He was off her enough to quickly roll her over and hook his arm under her knees, drawing them right back, pressing them to her breasts. He leaned over her upturned thighs to hold her in place and leave both his hands free.
“That’s better,” he said smugly, delicately running his finger between her labia. “Now I have so much more to chastise.”
Beginning with two soft pats, he began to spank her bottom soundly, slamming his hard palm against each tightly stretched cheek in turn. Mairead yelled and wriggled about, half laughing and whimpering as the heat and pain steadily increased.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll behave, I swear.”
He paused and caressed her vagina with his thumb. “Tell me why you’re being spanked like a naughty little girl.”
Mairead grinned. “Because my husband can’t keep his hands off my arse.”
“Not true, baby,” James replied. “I have other places that I enjoy spanking just as much, such as here.”
His fingers snapped down repeatedly upon her vagina until she was yelling again and gasping with the yearning building in her.
“And here.” He pulled back on her buttock.
“James, not there, please.”
Her plea was ignored as her anus was spanked. It was a sharp pain that radiated deeply and soon had her moaning with desire between little yelps of pain. Her defiance melted away as her need for pain increased. The brat had been subdued and a wanton submissive remained in need of her husband’s harshest discipline.
“Make it hurt,�
�� she whispered. “Punish me, James, please. I’ve been bad.”
He stopped to give her buttocks a firm caress. “You’re not bad, baby. You’re just a naughty girl in need of a good, sound spanking on her bare bottom and I’m the lucky man who gets to administer it.”
James went on to thoroughly punish every inch of her exposed buttocks and thighs. Her quiet groans assured him that she was lost in the pleasure of it. This was the discipline he preferred, with some fun and a pleasurable outcome for both of them.
It was a different story when her actions called for a corrective approach. Mairead insisted real discipline existed in their marriage, and he was reluctant to deny her. It brought her security, dealt with her guilt and allowed her to experience the dread of it. She took it seriously and trusted him to deliver it faithfully.
With her lust for pain, that wasn’t easy, and required strict attitudes, long lectures and denying the sexual hunger it created in her. His methods often worked too well, leaving her sobbing and repentant, and leaving himself feeling like an utter prick. As far as he was concerned, Mairead had suffered far too much for mistakes in her life, but until she could acknowledge that, he had a duty to carry it through.
Delivering his last hard whack, he turned back to address her. “Now, young lady, have we learned a lesson today?”
“Yes, James.” She was blissfully subdued, grinning dopily while wiping tears from her face. “I’ve been so naughty and deserve to be fucked very hard for my disobedience.”
James laughed. “You most certainly do.”
He gently rubbed his thumb against her clit while his fingers slid into the come-filled entrance of her vagina.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He licked her moisture from his fingers and released the hold on her.
In a graceful roll, he came up between her legs, hooking them onto his broad shoulders as he hovered over her, grinning with predatory lust. His cock momentarily rubbed against her, before plunging deeply into her.
Mairead gasped as he slowly fucked her. The position provided a far deeper penetration that had her trembling with ecstasy. It also allowed her to adore his face, with those dark eyes staring back at her. His thrusts became harder and faster, as constraint was lost to need.
Her body responded with the clenching spasms of a pending climax. Nothing ever felt so perfect or brought such euphoria. Their release came together with James freezing in a gasping tableau of ecstasy that ended with a satisfied grin.
James breathed out and fell back on the bed. Mairead allowed herself a few moments to recover, before rolling over to grin at him.
“Happy now?”
“Very,” he replied, beckoning her weakly to move into him.
She snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest as she embraced his lean, taut stomach.
“That was fucking amazing.”
James laughed softly. “Yes, it was, and watch your language.”
“I love it when you go all caveman on me.”
“I know you do.”
“Is it alright that I love the mean bastard in you as much as I love the gentle romantic?”
“Would you like me to guess which one you love more?”
She grinned. “I can’t help it. That strict no nonsense man was the one I fell in love with first, long before I’d met the other.”
“Then it must be alright for me to love the brat as much as I love the sweet, submissive wife and the sexy wanton woman.”
“Is that what I am?”
“All that,” he told her proudly. “And so much more. I love you, baby.”
She crawled up closer to kiss him softly. “I love you, too, and I love being married to you.”
“Even when I tan your arse?”
“Especially when you tan my arse.” Her smile faded. “I like being who we are together, doing things our way, even if it doesn’t fit in with the world.”
“Fuck the world,” James smiled. “Your happiness is all that matters to me.”
“I am happy, and I don’t want to do anything that will ruin that, so you just keep on doing whatever’s needed to keep me in line.”
“I will,” James chuckled. “Right now, I’m famished and we’re both in need of a shower.”
“Fair enough.” She reached up and pecked his lips and began to back off the bed with a grin. “Last one in has to make breakfast.”
Mairead went to run, only to be grabbed around the waist and hauled back onto the bed. James rolled on top of her, chuckling. “Too slow, baby.”
She fought him, but he held her down and inched his way off of her, until he was clear to make his own dash to the bathroom. He stood at the door grinning triumphantly.
“You cheated. That is so unfair.” Mairead was ready to give him a mouthful, only to be cut off as a melody rang out. She looked at the cell phone on his cabinet and grinned smugly at him. “Phone call for Mr. Vaughn.”
“Throw it here.”
Mairead grinned and shook her head.
He scowled and reluctantly left his vantage point, frowning at the screen before answering. “Yes?”
Mairead went to run past him, but he caught her with one arm and pulled her back against him, holding her tightly as she struggled to free herself from his grip.
“Sorry, what was that?” James laughed into the phone. “Dylan, sorry, Mairead is being somewhat distracting.”
“Bugger off, Dylan,” she called out. “It’s too early.”
James shot her a glare and shook his head firmly. Mairead rolled her eyes and stopped struggling.
“No, it’s alright,” James said. “We were just getting up. What can I do for you?”
Mairead sighed dramatically, getting another glare.
“Yes, we can do that. Is everything alright?” He listened and nodded his head. “We’ll be there by twelve tomorrow.”
When he hung up, his stern face glared at Mairead. Without a word, he half turned her, tucked her body under his arm and proceeded to administer another spanking to an already sore bottom.
Mairead yelled and howled from the outset and continued after he had stopped. Jumping about, her hands flew to her burning cheeks.
“What was that for?” she whined, rubbing furiously.
“You know what that was for.”
“It’s just Dylan,” she pouted crossly. “He teases me all the time. You just keep missing it.”
“I don’t care who it is. You are not to be rude to anyone. Dylan believed that we would be out of bed.”
Mairead gasped her outrage and shook her head in frustration. “He didn’t believe that for a second. It’s nine o’clock. We’re never up early on a work day and he knew that I would shoot my mouth off. Right now he’ll have that stupid grin on his face and be chuckling away at my expense.”
“Why do you always think that Dylan wants you in trouble?”
“Because he’s an arsehole.”
“Mairead,” James said sternly. “You’re one profanity away from having the paddle applied to that red bottom and spending the rest of the morning, standing in the corner.”
The desire to argue was overwhelmingly frustrating, but Mairead clenched her teeth and smiled sweetly. There were other ways to win an argument.
“I’m sorry,” she said penitently. “And you’re right. I shouldn’t be rude, even to Dylan. And so what did that lovely man want at this time of the day, when we are never out of bed?”
James narrowed his eyes at her. “Mairead, sarcasm still constitutes rudeness.”
“But it’s not profanity,” she grinned.
James gave up. “Dylan has asked if we might take Esther to her mother’s house tomorrow. He is going to bring her halfway and we’ll meet him in Featherston and pick her up.”
“Yay,” Mairead beamed. “I haven’t seen Esther since our wedding.”
“Then I take it you were wrong to be rude to Dylan.”
“Hell, no. That man needs someone to put him in his place.” When James frowned, she qu
ickly embraced him and implored him sweetly. “Just like I do, with my incredibly handsome, forgiving husband.”
Her nails gently ran down his back as her lips brushed against the stubble on his chin. James peered at her. “Don’t start thinking you can manipulate me with seduction, young lady.”
“Of course not.” She ground her hips against him and smiled when she felt his cock respond.
It was tempting to encourage him, but her bottom was still stinging furiously and demanding revenge. Submission was deliciously exciting, but so was retaining a semblance of power.
Kissing his neck, her mouth moved down to his chest and captured his nipple, sucking at it softly and flicking it with her tongue. Slowly she crouched, grazing on his stomach, until his hold on her relaxed. She knew what he was expecting, and felt guilty for what she was about to do to him.
As he exhaled a long, slow breath, she grinned and suddenly leapt away, running to the bathroom. She got inside, holding the door ajar enough to giggle at him. James looked stunned at first and then glared at her venomously. She could read his thoughts, weighing up his chances of getting to the door, before she could lock it. It wasn’t going to happen.
“You little brat. You just wait until you get out of that bathroom and…”
“Breakfast should be served,” she said haughtily. “I’ll have eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast, oh and a coffee too, and don’t make my bacon too crisp.” She turned to wiggle her red bottom at him, twisting back to look at him. She gave herself a hearty smack.
“Oh, and thanks for the jump start. I’m probably going to be a while in the shower. My clit is literally throbbing.”
* * * * *
As she disappeared behind the locked door, James looked down at his partial erection and sighed deeply. “You fell for that one.”
It was tempting to break the lock, but instead he smiled, pleased to see her happy and mischievous. It was far preferable to the times when he would catch her staring sombrely out at nothing, lost in dark thoughts. If he approached her, her face would light up with a smile as if nothing was wrong.
Some nights, she would suddenly sit up, lashing out wildly and whimpering, but still very much asleep. He would lay awake long after she’d settled, burdened by the guilt of having failed her when she’d needed him.
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