I have a few more seconds to panic, and so I do––but only internally. Is it going to hurt? Will he take it easy on me? What happens next? But before any more frantic thoughts make it into my mind, Alex raises his arm and strikes my bare ass. The “slap” of the belt on my skin rings out in the room, and I jerk, yelping. It did hurt! The sting is much worse than his hand, but also like his hand, the sting fades into hot pleasure, spreading over my warm flesh almost immediately.
“Ow,” I whimper.
“You don’t count?”
“One,” I say loud enough for him to hear it.
He raises his arm and smacks me again, and I squirm.
“Two,” I say, deadpan.
His other hand roams up and down my butt, reveling in the hot sting emanating from the skin.
“Alex, wait–” I try to ask for a second to breathe, but the next three strikes come in rapid succession. The sting is so intense that my mind has a hard time keeping up. My ass is on fire, and I’m questioning how much more I can take. We’re only halfway through!
“Five,” I cry out again, and humiliatingly, I feel tears stinging my eyes.
Alex rubs my burning butt-cheeks with his hand for a moment, and I swipe the tears from my face before he can notice.
“Last push,” he tells me. I tense my body, breathing in and out slowly to stay calm, but the next five lashes take my breath away. I can hear myself whimpering at them, but Alex doesn’t stop. Finally, mercifully, it’s done. I can feel my pulse in the stinging on my backside. I gasp for air as Alex helps me to lie face down on the bed. There’s no way I can lie on my back right now.
“I’m impressed. You took your punishment with grace and dignity, all things considered.” He kisses my cheek, and I groan, turning to look at him.
“I hated it,” I whine.
“You’re supposed to hate it,” he quips back. “Hence the word ‘punishment.’”
I groan again into the mattress. I feel Alex getting off the bed, and by the time I turn to see what he’s doing, he’s taken off his shirt and is working on his pants. My mouth goes dry, and my heart is jumping inside my chest.
“I’m going to give you your reward now, but since your ass seems to be so sore I’m trying to think of the best way to fuck you without it hurting.” His pants hit the floor, and he steps out of them. He’s erect already, and sore ass or not, I will not pass up this opportunity.
“Cowgirl,” I blurt. I know it’s his favorite.
Alex considers it, and then he nods. “What a good courtesan you are.”
He climbs up on the bed next to me. I gingerly sit up, moving to straddle him. I’m a little embarrassed to realize that, now that the pain of the spanking has faded mostly, the warm soreness is actually quite pleasurable.
Alex, for the first time in days, welcomes me with open arms. Seeing him laying here, spread out for me with his arms folded behind his head, has me wet and ready. I can barely contain myself as he guides me, with his hands on my hips, to hover my pussy over his cock and slowly slide down. We both exhale sharply at the contact, and I take my time, letting my inner walls stretch around him.
Finally, my husband is in me fully. I look down to see where we connect and watch as I slowly rise off of him and back down. He reaches up to stroke my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly.
“Are you gonna fuck me now, Petra?” he asks, voice thick with lust.
Oh jeez, no matter how many times I have heard him, I’ll never get used to such language. The simple question takes my breath away, and I barely manage to say, “Yes.”
I try to put all my feelings, all the days I had spent missing him, into that one word before I start to tell him with my body. I set a steady pace, riding Alex with my hands balanced on his chest, grinding into him hard when I come down. After a few minutes, we are both sweating, and I sit completely up, circling my hips as I fuck him, so he hits me in all the right places.
Alex puts his hands back behind his head, content to let me lead for once. I fall back a little and grab his thick thighs in my hands as I move. An orgasm is building within me, just out of reach, and no matter how I move, I can’t grasp it. It’s maddening, and I bite my lip in frustration.
Alex must see what’s wrong with me, even in the dim red light, because he reaches up and grasps my hips in a firm grip, guiding me as I ride him. It’s more of a forward and backwards motion, and I can feel the change instantly. The new rhythm forces his cock against my g-spot continuously, and it renders me nearly speechless.
“Right there!” I gasp.
Alex growls deep in his chest, his grip on my hips tightening. “Touch yourself,” he commands between clenched teeth.
For what must be the millionth time tonight, I follow his orders without question, snaking my hand to where we are joined and rubbing my clit. It’s like gasoline on a slowly burning flame. The slow building of my orgasm suddenly becomes frantic, and I can feel myself getting ready to finish, my inner walls clamping down on Alex.
I can barely gasp out his name before it’s pouring over me, and I’m drowning in sensation.
“I’m coming,” I sob.
Wave after wave overtakes me, but before I can ride out my orgasm, Alex flips me over onto my back with a grunt. I’m coming too hard to even feel my bruised ass cheeks. Alex grabs one of my legs and hitches it over his shoulder, and before I can take another breath, he’s fucking me roughly, chasing his own climax. His relentless movements drag my orgasm out, and I’m still feeling the aftershocks when he finishes, pressing himself against me hard with the last thrust. I feel the rush of warmth pouring from him into me.
The seconds pass with us locked together. Alex pulls out slowly, falling beside me as he tries to catch his breath. I do the same but roll over onto my stomach as I feel some of the soreness on my butt coming back.
“You are such a terrible temptation,” he tells me, still breathing hard.
I smirk, feeling like I had won. I roll over to his chest and lean down to pull his bottom lip. “Doesn’t it feel good though?”
“Physically? Yes. Mentally? Hmmm.” Alex pulls me into his arms, and I nuzzle my face into his neck, giggling.
“I knew you couldn’t resist your wife,” I tease playfully.
“I knew it too.” He lets out a laugh, head shaking at himself. “I just sort of hoped that I had a little more self-control, but I never do when it comes to you.” Alex sighs, kissing the top of my head.
Chapter 16
Venice, February 21, 2021
Petra Van Gatt
I don’t remember how I ended up in my bed in Alex’s palazzo instead of his without complaint. Or did he share the bed with me and leave before I could wake up? My head is fuzzy, and I wasn’t even drinking.
Heading to the bathroom, I see that I’m still in the black lace bra and panties and I groan. How the hell did I get back here wearing only this? I cover up with a floor length silk robe, tying it at my waist before brushing my hair and teeth. I splash some water on my face and realize I’m parched, so I slide a pair of slippers on and head to the living room.
I can hear Alex as I approach the front of the palazzo, and smile to myself. We certainly had an interesting night, that’s for sure. Maybe he can answer my questions about how I’d gotten into my bed last night, and if we slept together.