Page 16 of One Savage Union (Crimson Bonds #1)

I lift my body off hers, and she rolls away like she’s escaped my grasp. I’ve gone about her training all wrong. We’re married, but it won’t mean a thing if she doesn’t implicitly obey me. Trust will come later when she realizes I mean what I say, and that I will never lie to her.

If I say she will be punished, she will be punished.

If I say that she deserves an orgasm, she will come until she blacks out.

If I fucking tell her that the moon will hide tomorrow night, then you better believe it’s going to be pitch black outside.

She will trust no one’s words, actions, or touch but mine. In a world as violent as ours, that is imperative.

Her training starts now.

Casually, I stand and block her sight of the only exit. She won’t be leaving until I say so.

“Are you hungry?” I know she’s starving, but I also expect the answer she gives me.

“No, I’m fine; however, I would like my cellphone. May I have it now?”

I take a deep breath. “You will get your phone back when I can trust you with it. Now, you need to eat, especially after the drug you’ve ingested. I don’t want you to get sick.”

She laughs. “Oh, so now you’re worried about my health? You’re the one who stuck the needle in my neck.”

She jumps off the bed and paces, working herself into a frenzy. I know if I don’t do something soon, she really will make herself sick.

“Take me back to America this instant. I want to return to my apartment and my life. If we were under attack at your safe house, that means I’m not safe anywhere. If my death is inevitable, I’d rather die in the comfort of my home than be trapped here with you.”

“Inevitable?!” I bark. When I move closer to her and she steps back.

“Are you suggesting that I can’t keep you safe? I will slit the throat of any man that even tries to touch you. You don’t know who the fuck I am.”

She swallows hard and continues to walk backwards as I stalk her up against a wall.” Rocco,” she quietly pleads.

I chuckle at her trapped state. “I am the biggest demon in hell, sweetheart. The fuckers that attacked us are dead. And the man that sent them will soon meet the same fate.”

As soon as I figure out who the fuck it is…

I reach out and twirl a curl of her hair around my finger before smiling up at her. “The only inevitable thing in this equation is your full obedience and my dominance of your body. You are mine, Lucia, but you seem to be the last one to understand your position. Allow me to help you comprehend.”

The smell of her fear turns me on. I know I’m a sick bastard, but no one will harm a hair on her head. If it takes a heavy hand to keep her safe, so be it. She’s trembling before me, but I’m ravenous.

“Why-what… how?” Lucia mumbles. The swift movement of my hand flips her around until her face is against the wall.

She’s still naked, a fact I think she must have forgotten.

Maybe I’ll keep her like this. Her soft and inviting body is mine for the taking whenever I want.

Her hunger for me is apparent by the smell of her arousal.

She likes control. She craves domination.

I land four quick and heavy swats on her bare ass and almost come in my pants when I hear her choke back a moan. “Stop… please…” she pleads.

“Stop, my fireball? Stop spanking your ass and making you wet for me? Or do you want me to stop giving you what you need to survive this ordeal?”

I smack her twice more and smile at the blushing shade of red that appears on her ample ass.

“This power struggle sets us back, Lucia. There’s no need for it. You will obey, and you have nothing to worry about except how I will please you.”

“Oh My God,” she wails when I land two more swats on her ass before swiping my finger through her drenched pussy. Repeatedly, I rub until her knees buckle. She rides my fingers until I take them away.

“Unh Unh Unh,” I whisper against her ear. “Naughty girls don’t get to come. Did my hand on your ass make your pussy greedy, Lucia? You want more, don’t you?”

She shakes her head. “You’re wrong. I don't want this.”

I grab a handful of her hair, lean her head back on my shoulder, and bring my wet fingers up to her eyes to see.

“Oh, but you do, my Lucia. Taste how much you want this.” I push my fingers into her mouth, and the little vixen licks them clean like a kitten lapping its milk.

The swirl and suck of her tongue makes me think of how it will feel wrapped around my cock, but now is not the time to find out. She needs to eat.

I release my fingers from her mouth with a pop, and give both of her ass cheeks a gentle tap.

“I think you might need a reminder of who you belong to for the rest of the evening. Come with me.”

I keep one hand behind her back and place my other hand around her neck to walk her to the bed. When we reach it, I toss her on the duvet and command her to stay.

“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll know, and you’ll be punished; this time with my belt. You can't run, because there's nowhere for you to go. This estate is huge but wired. I will find you and take my disappointment out on that pretty little ass of yours. Understand?”

She glares at me but nods. I chuckle and walk over to my armoire and pull out a new pair of metal Ben Wa balls. Thai is just the thing to keep my wife tame during dinner. When I walk towards her, swinging the balls from my forefinger, her eyes widen and her breathing quickens.

“Wh-what are you going to do with those?”

I don’t answer her. Instead, I slowly stalk towards her. “Open your mouth for me, piccola ragazza. You’ll want to get these nice and wet before I stuff your pussy with them. Though I suspect you’re already sufficiently wet.”

Lucia clamps her legs shut and sits up. “ I’m not wearing those. You’re crazy.”

I shake my head. “Lucia, we can either do this the easy way and insert these beautiful balls into your saturated pussy. Or, I can go and get a but plug for your untried ass, because we both know that no one has claimed that little hole yet. Either way, something of mine is going inside that gorgeous body of yours, to remind you who you belong to. Now, which will it be? I’d much rather you enjoy this, but that’s up to you. ”

Her eyes would incinerate my soul if I had one. But since I don’t, I find her anger cute. We both know that she belongs to me. She gave me the ownership rights that day in my safehouse’s basement when I spanked her pretty ass over my knee.

She chose me then, and she will pick me now; my wait time is unparalleled.

Slowly, she opens those pretty thighs for me and lays her head down on the bed. She thinks she can hide from me, but I won’t allow it. I slap her inner thighs, and she gasps. “Eyes on me, Lucia. I want you to see your greedy little pussy swallow up my favorite pair of balls.”

“Bastard,” she hisses, but obeys. I chuckle and wipe the fresh line of juices flowing down her quivering legs. She’s so wet for me. My cock is painfully hard, but I control myself.

Never leaving her gaze, I insert one ball and then two. I push them deep, ensuring the top ball will hit her G-spot when she walks. She’ll be a shaking, pleasurable mess by dinner, and that’s my plan. When I’m done, I kiss her knees and bite one thigh. Her moan is a fucking praise.

“Now, be a good girl and put some clothes on. You have thirty minutes to take a shower and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. Don’t remove the balls or touch your pussy and steal my orgasm.

I’ll know if you do and then my butt plug will be next.

I have clothes for you in the closet. Don't be late, or I’ll give you a real punishment.

You won’t come at all tonight and your pussy will be hungrier than it is now. ”

I push away from her and exit the room. When I leave, I hear her curse my name, but I’ll let her have that. We have the rest of our lives for her to learn some respect.