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Francesca

It was difficult to believe that Armando and Silvio were hardened members of the Mafia when I watched them cheating like children over a game of Scrabble. They had moved onto the bed but there was nothing inappropriate. They were more like the brothers I never had. The bedroom door opened and Alessio stood in the doorway. He wore a black suit with a white shirt, and looked his usual sexy self. I froze when I saw the state of his knuckles.

“Is everything okay?”

I asked, placing my hand on my throat at the sight of his blood. “Did someone hurt you?”

Silvio got off the bed, but Armando kissed my cheek, distracting me from Alessio’s injured hands.

“We will be off for now. I am happy to see you recovering well, Sorellina,”

he said before he joined Salvio. Little sister.

“Thank you for coming,”

I said politely but I couldn't muster a smile.

Alessio walked toward me as the door closed behind Silvio and Armando.

“I paid Clive a visit,”

he said, his face inscrutable.

“Why wouldn't you protect your hands? What if you catch some disease from him or your wound gets infected? What were you thinking?”

I asked rapidly while holding his hand up to inspect the damage, shaking my head in disbelief. The flesh over his knuckles looked raw, reminding me of how my cuts and bruises felt.

“I wanted to give him a small taste of what he did to you, Kitten,”

Alessio murmured before he pulled his hand away, but he gripped the back of my neck and kissed me.

The touch of his lips began soft and gentle, but he groaned before plunging his tongue into my mouth, forcing my lips apart, the motion caused my core to ache and clench for him.

His constant presence helped ease my fear of returning back to where Clive had taken me. The new security measures were extreme, but they made me feel safe. His vow to protect me still made my heart beat a little faster, seeming more significant than our wedding vows. I didn't need to fight my demons when Alessio was here to do it for me. The moment I saw him in the cottage everything changed.

***

Tonight was the night and I wouldn't take any of his excuses anymore. My six weeks were up and I was fully healed. He had no right treating me like a fragile butterfly’s wing. The justified rant in my head was going at full speed while I struggled with the tiny screws on my nipple clamps. How did he make it look so easy when he put them on?

“Baby, are you okay? You've been in there a while,”

Alessio said, trying to open the bathroom door. Even though I knew I locked it, I glanced up and expected him to burst through it.

“I’m fine, just finishing buffing my nails,”

I said, shouting back at him through the door while wondering if nail buffing was a thing or not, but if I didn't know neither would he.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. My hair was perfectly curled, and some loose curls rested on my front. I chose white kitten ears with a matching tail and my glittering silver nipple clamps. The collar was back around my neck, and after a final check of my tail I was ready. I wore no underwear because he forced me to wear clothes in bed ever since my abduction.

Who did he think he was cutting me off from my dick supply?

I opened the bathroom door and dropped down to my hands and knees, my pussy was damp with anticipation for some action tonight.

“Meow,”

I said as I crawled onto the dark polished wooden floor, watching, waiting for Alessio’s response.

He was in bed, sitting up reading a book like a grandfather instead of a young stapping man pounding his wife’s neglected pussy. His mouth fell open as he gaped at me as I approached the bed, my breasts swayed and the nipple clamps pinched my flesh, hardening them as I watched the desire burn in my husband’s eyes.

The book was thrown in the air, landing on the floor somewhere with a dull thud. He stood on the bed before walking across it and jumping onto the floor before me. I ogled his bare chest, eyeing him up from his tattooed neck down to the bulge in his shorts. Without a word, he pulled me onto my feet before he began to circle me. His hands held my hips and he moved me toward the bed.

“Lean on the bed with your legs spread and your tail in the air, Kitten,”

he said, his voice low and deep, making my insides quiver with anticipation.

“Meow,”

I said practically purring the word out as I followed his instructions but as soon as I was in position, a fiery slap was administered to my ass.

I gasped at the pain but my heart raced as I relished the pain, relieved that he wouldn't treat me like a glass doll in the bedroom when what I wanted to be was his rag doll.

His hand smoothed over my stinging flesh before he slapped my other cheek, I pushed my ass out for him craving more.

My breathing became laboured with the suspense of his next move.

His fingers grazed against my labia until I held my breath, but his fingers slid down my inner thighs and I whimpered at him teasing me in my time of need.

Desperation kicked in and I let out a series of meows, demanding more.

That’s when I moved behind me and I felt his tongue between my legs, he spread my cheeks to tease me with his tongue licking around my pussy.

“Do you remember when you brought your virgin pussy into my office?”

he asked but he didn't expect a response because he continued talking.

“I didn't believe you because your cunt was so wet for me.

That was the moment I knew I would keep you, Kitten.”

My cheeks burned as I remembered lying on his desk.

I closed my eyes as his stubble prickled against my inner thigh but I moaned as soon as his tongue slid through the folds of my pussy.

This time he didn't tease me he gripped my ass and ate my pussy like a starved beast.

I ignored the slurping sounds he made and focused on the intermittent growls he made coming from deep within his chest.

My legs trembled when he thrust his tongue inside me, swirling and scooping it in like a cannibal.

I cried out his name when he pulled back.

“Silenzio,”

he snapped before smacking my ass as if that was a deterrent for me. Silence.

“Per favore, signore, posso averne di più?”

I asked since I had gone all out tonight. Please, Sir, may I have more?

“Testardo, piccolo gattino,”

he said before I heard him walking away from me. Stubborn, little Kitten.

In a panic I turned around but he was in the walk-in closet where we kept all of our sex toys, restraints and whips.

He came out holding the tasseled whip, leather handcuffs, lube and the wand vibrator.

I quickly thanked the universe for the beast I married and grinned like a lunatic as he approached me with the arsenal of goodies.

When he threw the items on the bed, I noticed the ball gag amongst the items.

I couldn't blame him for choosing it because I couldn't control my mouth at the best of times.

He took his time securing the restraints, leaving my hands cuffed in front of me before he moved behind me, to trail the tassels along my back until the tassels teased my pussy as they slid down.

“My little kitten is hungry for some cream.

I think it’s time to take your tight little virgin asshole and full it up with some cream,”

he said and my face fell at his words I began to shout but the sound was garbled due to the mouth gag.

The violent buzz of the wand filled the room and he placed it between my legs before he began to strike my ass with the whip. I was transported between heaven and hell as I began to sweat at the consequences of my actions.