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Dino

Dino

I only leave the room to see if she’s learned her lesson yet. I dig out my cellphone in the corridor and load up the camera. She’s looking around her like she’s checking if I’m hiding in there somewhere. She must think I’m stupid. As if I wouldn’t be watching her after the way she’s been behaving.

She’s no grasp of the danger she’s in. If I let her out of my sight, Ricardo will snatch her. Until I’ve killed him, she needs to stay with me. After that, she only needs to be with me for as long as it takes to become Capo dei Capi. With that done, I won’t need her anymore.

I’ll have a choice to make. The standard option doesn’t seem right somehow. When someone is surplus to requirements, you whack them. That’s the way things work when you’re the Don. Not with her, though. That seems wrong.

Where did that moral question come from? I’ve never worried about letting someone go before. What the fuck is she doing to me? Am I changing? I hope not.

Change means weakness, and that means my enemies taking advantage. I remain the way I’ve always been. An icy cold motherfucker. That’s who I am, not Mr. Let Them Go. That’s not me.

I can’t let her leave. She knows too much. Already she could go to the Feds and give them enough to get a search warrant for this place. I might be able to bribe the right people to get the charges dropped, but that’s not a risk I need to take when I could just whack her.

I can’t do it.

I try to convince myself I could just get rid of her once I’ve reached my goals, but I know I’m lying to myself. I’m going to keep her. I’m going to keep her for life. She’s my wife. I’ve every right to keep her. No one can stop me. I just need to convince her this is the right thing for both of us.

I can start by dealing with her misbehavior. She’s reaching for the phone on my desk right now, despite my explicit instructions not to. That will not stand.

Spanking is obviously not enough for her to realize I’m in charge. I’m going to have to do something much stronger to make her see what the truth is.

I am in charge. The sooner she realizes that, the better for both of us. I will concentrate better on work without spending every two minutes checking on her to see if she’s trying to escape.

I don’t open the study door just yet. I’m fixated on the sight of her ass on the camera. I will fuck that ass. My cock twitches at the thought.

Not yet. Punishment first, then pleasure.

She will see what happens to people who disobey me. She will learn what it means to be married to me. I am not a man to fuck with.

I push the study door open. She turns, freezing with the phone to her ear, words falling from her mouth. “I wasn’t... I didn’t... I was just...”

I take the phone out of her hand and hang up. “Shut up,” I say, undoing my tie. I wrap it straight around her mouth, silencing her. She continues trying to talk through it, but I hold up a finger. “Do not make another sound.”

Her eyes go down to the floor. “Look at me,” I snap, lifting her chin. “Look at me right now.”

She glares at me like she can fight me, and I almost laugh at her audacity. “I told you to remain in position,” I say, picking her up and hoisting her over my shoulder. “I told you not to move.”

I walk over to the bookcase and pull the book that opens the door. It slides to one side and then she kicks me, punching my chest to get free. I ignore her blows, carrying her down to the basement.

“You will spend the rest of your life down here if you don’t start doing as you’re told,” I say, marching down the steps until I’m standing on solid ground.

She’s shouting from behind the gag, so angry she hasn’t even worked out she could just pull it from her mouth to hurl the abuse that’s on the edge of her tongue.

I walk through to the bedroom and then I set her on her feet. “Strip,” I tell her. “Only good girls get to wear clothes in my house.”

She goes to run past me and I grab her, putting her back where she was. “Strip right now and you won’t get another spanking.”

She glares at me and folds her arms, refusing to move. “Last chance,” I say, crossing to the chest of drawers and sliding them open. I reach inside and pull out a buttplug, the largest one I have.

I want to scare her.

I want her to see what will happen unless she behaves. “You strip right now or I put this in your ass and march you up and down the street outside. I’ll give you five seconds to decide. One... two...”

She looks at the plug and then at me. She sees that I’m one hundred percent serious. With a resigned look on her face, she pulls off the dress, tossing it at me with venom in her eyes.

She looks like she wants to kill me, but I’ll soon change that. Hate and love are close together, like I told her. She hates me this much because her feelings scare her, that’s all.

I look at her naked body for a long time. She stands there, shifting on the spot, trying to cover herself up. “Arms by your side,” I say before pocketing the plug. I may not need it tonight, but I know I’ll need it sooner or later. “That’s better.”

I return to the drawer and bring out the bottle of after-spank cream. “Onto the bed on your front,” I tell her.

She does as I say, moving quickly. She’s learning. She climbs up and I get a perfect view of her pussy as she bends and shifts before all too quickly she’s laid flat on her front.

I straddle her thighs, holding her in place, my cock straining at my pants, yearning to be inside her. Not yet, I tell myself.

“Good girls get looked after,” I say, unscrewing the lid and pouring a generous portion of cream into my palm. “Like this.” I start to rub the cream into the sore spots on her ass.

I massage it into the reddened skin, and immediately she stops acting like a spoiled brat.

She falls still and I’m glad. Fighting like that will tire her out, and I’ve a lot planned for tonight. She’s mine now. My wife. She belongs to me. I own her.

I apply more cream, soothing the sting from her ass. I don’t stop there. Stroking a line downward to her tightly closed thighs.

She can’t shift them apart with me sitting on her, and I can feel waves of frustration coming off her. Already I know what she wants, what she needs.

She needs me.