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F ive months later…

O livia

A shiver runs down my spine as I hear the familiar snapping of leather behind me. I stand up from the dressing table where I’ve been getting ready for dinner and turn to Piotr as he stalks into the room. He has his belt in one hand and a muddied shoe in the other. Oh, no. Not again.

“Your dog buried one of my favorite shoes,” he says.

“Favorite shoes?” I arch an eyebrow. Piotr doesn’t give a shit about footwear. I doubt he knows one pair from another. “Which designer are they?”

Piotr shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Exactly.” I jab a finger at him. “You couldn’t pick those out of a line-up.”

A smile touches Piotr’s lips. He’s not really angry, just looking for an excuse to dish out punishment. He’s been restless all day, so I knew this was coming. I’m looking forward to it.

“That’s not the point,” he says. “You said you’d stop her burying my things, and she’s still doing it.”

I grimace. The puppy is more of a handful than I expected her to be. She loves to dig holes in the garden of our Westport home and bury things. Well, Piotr’s shoes mainly. She seems to appreciate fine Italian leather.

“I can’t control everything Mila does.”

Piotr rolls his eyes. “You know she’ll be pissed if she ever finds out you named your dog after her.”

“Why? It’s a compliment. Terriers are tenacious, feisty. Who wouldn’t want to be a terrier?”

Piotr drops the shoe and slaps his palm with the leather belt. It’s equally menacing and arousing.

“You need to be punished.”

“But my family will be here in thirty minutes.”

We’re hosting a family dinner tonight to celebrate my brother Gio coming home. Everyone will be there, including Leo and Vinnie with their newborn daughter, Grace Olivia Volante. My brother was so impressed by the way I held it together when we were held captive, he wanted to give the baby my name.

“So we’ll need to be quick.” Piotr isn’t letting me off the hook. “Now, bend over the dressing table, ass out and legs spread.”

Holding onto the edge of the table, I lower my torso and push my ass out.

Piotr pulls my hips back and kicks my legs farther apart, getting me into the exact position he wants.

I glance up to meet his smoldering gaze in the mirror.

He grabs my panties and rips them from my body. Excitement fires through me.

“Five,” he says. “And I want you to count them.”

I hate when he makes me count. I know he does it so I have to focus. If I’m yelling out numbers, I can’t let my mind drift. I have to be present, aware of each sensation.

As he draws back his arm, I try not to tense. He brings the belt down on my left cheek.

“One,” I gasp, more from surprise than anything else. That didn’t hurt.

He spanks me with the belt again.

“Two.” He’s not hitting me very hard. This is foreplay rather than punishment.

The belt cracks across my ass again. “Three,” I say, my voice clear.

“Good girl,” Piotr murmurs.

The next blow lands with more force. “Four,” I hiss.

I wiggle my ass, loving how the prickly heat spreads through my flesh. The bite of pain is just enough to ignite the dark desire at my core.

“Last one,” Piotr says.

He brings the belt down hard. Pushing up onto my toes, I squeal. “Five.”

Piotr throws the belt across the room, unfastens his pants, and rams his cock into me. Being stretched like this is something I’ll never get used to. I’ll never take the feeling of completion for granted. Wasting no time, Piotr fucks me at a relentless pace.

I watch myself in the mirror. My lips are parted. My eyes are glazed with lust. Only my husband can coax this wanton creature out to play.

“Your cunt is perfect.” Piotr digs his fingers into my hips and I moan in pain. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

He thrusts harder and my hips hit the edge of the dressing table.

“Who?”

“You, Piotr.”

“Fucking right you do.”

He pulls out suddenly, spins me around and lifts me onto the table. I cry out as he shoves his cock back into my welcoming depths. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he kisses me with ruthless possession, mirroring the way he thoroughly claims my pussy.

His hand wraps around my breast, and he kneads the tender flesh. Then he takes my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twists. My hips buck wildly.

“Piotr!” I scream his name as I come.

His cock swells as he follows me to completion. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as my body quivers. When I stop trembling, I pull back.

“That was some punishment,” I tease.

Piotr’s answering grin sends a wave of dread through me. “Oh, that wasn’t the punishment, malyskha .”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar silver object.

“I can’t wear that tonight.” The very idea of having a plug in my ass when I sit down to eat with my mother and my brothers makes me blush. “Everyone will know.”

Piotr shakes his head. “No, they won’t. Now, be a good girl and get in position.”

There’s no point in arguing. Piotr won’t give way once he’s made his mind up about something. I turn and lean over the dressing table, propping myself up on my elbows. Piotr runs the cool metal plug along my drenched pussy, getting it nice and wet.

“I want your ass filled and your cunt weeping for me all night,” he murmurs as he bends over my back.

He positions the shiny metal toy and slowly pushes it into my rear channel. I keep my breathing slow and even, allowing myself to relax until the plug is all the way in.

“Good girl.” Piotr sweeps my hair aside. His lips find one of my most sensitive zones and his kiss makes my skin tingle. “Stay right there. Like that.”

He disappears into our closet and returns a minute later with a pair of white lacy panties. He helps me step into them and pulls them up so the fabric presses against the base of the plug.

“This is going to be hell,” I grumble.

“Perhaps,” Piotr concedes. “But think about the reward.”

“Will there be a reward?” I ask, playfully biting my bottom lip.

“Of course.” Piotr runs his fingers through my tousled hair. “Now, come on, let’s go before our family gets here.”

I place my hand in his, and he leads me downstairs. As we walk along the corridor, Mila trots past us with another one of Piotr’s shoes in her mouth.

“Mila!” I groan. “Drop it!”

As usual, she ignores me and heads for the kitchen, where she’ll squeeze out through her doggy door into the garden.

Piotr shakes his head. “Looks like someone’s in for another punishment.”

The dark promise in his voice sends a ripple of desire through me. A smile spreads across my lips. Whatever he has in store for me, I can hardly wait.

The End