Page 21

Alessio

It was unusual for my Dad to come to my office, so I was surprised when Aileen told me he was in reception. I stood up to greet him as the door opened and took a moment to appreciate him. He never stepped out on my mother, and where fists or belts punished other kids, my father never laid a finger on me.

“Ciao, papà,”

I said as I reached him.

My Dad gave me a bear hug, I guess he was feeling sentimental himself.

“Mio figlio,”

he said slapping my back before he stepped back. “Ancora qualche notizia di un bambino?”

My son. Any word of a baby yet?

I rolled my eyes when I realised he was only here for his self-serving purpose.

“It's only been twenty days since we got married,”

I said walking towards the couch.

“Tua madre è impaziente di notizie,”

he replied. Your mother is rabid for news.

I couldn't tell him my sneaky wife was trying to block my seed with contraceptive pills. So I smiled at him instead.

“Di' alla mamma di essere paziente,”

I said with a grin because Francesca’s pills were useless. Tell Mum to be patient.

My Dad sat beside me with a sigh.

“It is good you got married, son, and she is from a good Southern family,”

he said, switching to English.

I relaxed on the leather couch and thought of my wife’s antics.

“She makes me happy, papà,”

I said with a faint smile.

Every day when I got home she was there in all her glory and mischief.

“La famiglia è ciò che abbiamo più vicino al cuore,”

he murmured as he scrutinised me. Family is what we hold closest to our hearts.

I stared at him for a moment, the man who raised me and now sat there strong as ever even with his greying hair and the wrinkles creasing his eyes from his warm smile.

I was beginning to realise what family meant.

***

I wanted to cane her ass until she couldn't sit on it for a week.

“Oh, oh. It looks like the honeymoon period is over,”

Armando said.

“I thought it lasted for two years,”

Silvio piped up.

Nero grunted but said nothing.

We sat at the docks to oversee our latest shipment. It wasn't something we usually did, but due to the size of the shipment, there was no harm in extra gun power to oversee the operation.

Me: Make sure you are meowing like a good kitty by the time I come home.

I messaged Francesca before I glanced at the photos again.

La Signora Caruso: Why am I getting ominous vibes from your text?

She was too clever for her own good.

Me: Perhaps it is your guilty conscience.

La Signora Caruso: This means nothing to me because I do a lot of things I’m not supposed to. Can you narrow it down for me?

“Gesù,”

I muttered, praying for help in dealing with my feral wife.

My men sniggered like the bastards they were.

Me: You will find out when I get home. Be ready, or else…

La Signora Caruso: That didn't help because now I don't know if I should be scared or horny.

“Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, aiutami in questo momento di bisogno,”

I muttered, remembering a prayer I hadn’t uttered for years as I stuffed my phone into my pocket.

Our Father, who art in heaven, help me in this moment of need.

When I looked up, my men stared at me before they bent over and laughed until tears ran down two of their faces.

“You bunch of cunts. I hope you all get married to someone just like her,”

I snapped at them but that only made them laugh harder.

“Oh, my God. I knew you guys would be great together,”

Armando said wiping his hands over his stupid face.

***

I knew Francesca was testing my limits but she had crossed the line today. I parked my car in the garage before unlocking the side entrance door. The lights were off downstairs. I kicked off my shoes and tossed my bag on the countertop before marching towards the staircase. Once I was in our bedroom, I homed in on her and she scrambled onto her hands and knees.

“Come here, Kitten,”

I growled as I began to roll up my sleeves.

It had been a long night, but there was no trouble with our shipment.

Francesca hurried off the bed and crawled towards me. She had a dark grey tail plugged into her ass and matching kitten ears on top of her head. Her diamond choker collar glittered in the dim light of the lamp. She stopped at my feet and looked up at me with her catlike green eyes.

“What did you do today Kitten?”

“Meow,”

she said with a hesitant smile.

“You may answer my questions.”

“I woke up after you left and had some breakfast. I browsed the internet for a while and read a few chapters of my book. I got bored and called Rocco to go shopping. Did I spend too much?”

“What did you eat for lunch?”

“Oh, I found this amazing little Italian cafe. The food was to die for we should go there sometime. They made the best raspberry and hazelnut maritozzi,”

she said as her eyes glazed over no doubt remembering the fluffy sweet buns.

“Interesting,”

I said as I circled her before walking to my closet to get the hand and foot pillory out. I paused and picked up a tasseled whip.

“Why is my lunch interesting, Sir?”

she asked with a frown as she looked at the pillory when I walked back towards her.

I didn’t reply but crouched down to place her ankles in the pillory.

“Hands,”

I snapped at her and she pushed her hands between her legs toward me.

I placed them in the smaller holes before closing the contraptions and locking it at the side. Her hands were pulled in between her legs, keeping her head on the floor and her ass in the air. I lifted her tail up to look at her bare fat pussy lips. I was tempted to touch her but I reached for the whip.

I waved the black leather whip and smacked it against her pussy. Her sharp hiss made me smile so I whipped her again. I continued to lightly whip her pussy moving the tassels over her thighs, ass and lower back but always returning to her pussy.

“Sir, please—Sir. Ow. What did I do?”

she cried trying to tug at her restraints and wriggle her ass.

Her tail fell over her pussy and I pulled it back again. I was severely tempted to fuck her asshole but on principal I refused to until she was carrying our child. I stood up and began to unbutton my shirt.

I would be a long night for my naughty little kitten.