Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“Dominik. Dominik, no!”

“Are you going to tell me the truth yet?” I ask, whipping the belt from the loops of my pants. “What were you looking for in here?”

Her hands are fisted against the wall, her fingers tucked tightly.

“I… nothing. I wasn’t looking for anything,” she says, sealing her fate. “Please,” she says the word so softly, it barely registers.

“I’ve given you plenty of chances to tell the truth.” I say, letting go of her back. “Pull up your dress,” I order.

She shakes her head but says nothing.

“If I have to do it for you, I will bind your hands and your feet, and you won’t get just a few licks of my belt. Now pick up your dress. I want your bare ass to taste the leather.”

After a moment, she rolls her shoulders back, stands straight and bunches the skirt of her dress up in her hands. The white bikini underwear is thin, it won’t offer any protection, but that’s not the point. With one hand I grab the elastic band and yank the material down to her knees. She shuffles forward a step from the force of my actions, but she rights herself quickly.

“Now lean forward.” I give her shoulder a gentle push. “Still don’t want to come clean? Still want to be a little liar?”

“I can’t,” she whispers.

“You can. Your loyalty is to me now, Kasia. Only to me,” I tell her, adjusting my stance. I don’t want the belt to wrap around her hip, only to strike her ass, so I wrap it around my hand until it’s the right length. The buckle is tucked in my palm.

“No?” I ask, staring at her profile. Tears are in her eyes, I can see them, but she’s holding them back. She’s steeling herself for what’s coming. I know she wasn’t snooping for her own knowledge. Her father’s behind it, all she has to do is tell me. Just be honest, and I won’t have to paint her ass red.

But she’s stubborn. Marcin warned me about that.

“When you tell me, the spanking stops.” I condemn her and bring the belt down across her milky white cheeks. She hisses but makes no other sound. Again, I bring it down, crossing over the red mark of the first lash. I pause, giving her a moment to say something.

With a bitter shake of my head, I continue. Again, and again, I spank her ass with my belt. Watching her plump cheeks bounce after each strike. I give her time, I give her chances, but she remains silent other than to utter a curse between swats.

“Fuck!” she screams when I hit the same spot twice in a row.

“Tell me, Kasia. This doesn’t end until you’re honest.”

I drop the belt to the floor and move closer to her side. With one arm around her belly, I pull her to my hip. Her ass is in prime position. It’s red, a few purple marks are already showing. I won’t give her much more, but she still has to obey. She will not get away from telling me the truth.

“Please.” She gasps for air but I’m not listening to anything other than the truth. In my gut I already know, but I need to hear the words. I need to know she’s not following her father’s orders anymore, that she’ll be following mine. I can’t let my own wife be my enemy. Not when this isn’t her war.

“So be it,” I say and bring my open palm down on her ass. She wiggles a bit but once I get into a steady pattern, she stops moving. She’s crying softly, but she’s not fighting me. She’s not giving in either.

When I move the spanks to her thighs, she sucks in some air, but melts into me. Fucking hell, she’s soaring. I stop, look at her eyes and confirm what I already know. Her eyes are glossed over; her bottom lip is swollen from her biting it so hard.

I’d set out to punish her, to teach her to obey, never lie to me, and what I’ve done is set her skyrocketing off into subspace.

Well, fuck.

Kasia

My ass is on fire, and the quilt on my bed isn’t making it better. I roll to my side, fluttering my eyes open to find Dominik sitting in the armchair beside my bed. His eyes are set on me, the cold blue unrelenting. His jaw, tight.

He was spanking me. Embarrassment floods me. It had hurt so bad, so fucking much, but within a few stripes of his belt it had turned into something else entirely. Something that surprised me but was welcomed.

I don’t remember him stopping or being carried up to bed, but I’m here. He must have brought me.

My dress is still on, but my panties are gone. There’s a distinct wetness between my thighs.

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“You’re up,” he says to me when I stay quiet. What am I supposed to say?

I start to sit up, but he puts his hand out. A signal to stay put.

“Obviously, an ass whipping won’t get through to you,” he says with a sadistic smile. “How do you feel?” His question throws me for a second. It’s what he does best, drags me one way then tosses me the other.

“I’m okay.” I don’t elaborate. My ass is sore, and my mind is a little fuzzy, but all in all I’m peachy.

Why am I so relaxed?

“Good.” He leans forward, his elbows pressed into his knees and his hands dangling between his legs. He’s holding something, but I can’t tear my gaze away from him to look. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks, putting the device in my line of vision. It’s a vibrator. He’s holding a goddamn vibrator.

“I do,” I say, feeling the hot rush to my face.

“There are other ways to punish, Kasia. Spanking won’t work with you, and we will explore that later, once I have your obedience and your loyalty. But pleasure can be punishment too.” He gets up from the chair and moves to the bed. There’s enough space for him to sit beside me. When I try to curl up, to roll away, he places his heavy hand on my stomach, stilling me.

He grabs the hem of my dress and flicks it upward until I’m exposed. I fling my hands down, trying to cover myself, but he brushes them away.

“No, Kasia. Bad girl,” he says and rests his hand over the small patch of curls. “Keep your hands to yourself.” He pulls my left leg toward him then shoves my other leg away. I’m open, exposed, and too shocked to do much else but obey.

“You’re…” the insult forming in my brain dies away when he spanks his hand over my pussy.

“I would watch my mouth if I were you right now, Kasia,” he warns, curling his fingers into my pubic hairs. With a little tug, he has my attention. “I like this little patch. Don’t shave it. Keep it just like this for me,” he instructs me, and I want to scream at him, but I can’t deny the urges boiling inside me either.

“What do you want?”

He quirks an eyebrow. “The same thing I wanted downstairs. I want the truth. What were you looking for and why?”

“I was just using the office.” I try to sound sincere, but by the look of disappointment on his face I’ve failed.

“Have it your way,” he says and flips on the vibrator. The humming sound fills the room right away, and my clit reacts to it immediately. Vibrators are not new to me.

Using two fingers on one hand, he spreads my pussy lips open. The tip of the vibrator touches my clit, just barely, just enough to make my body react. I fist the bedding beneath me. I can’t give in to him. I can’t let him win.

He presses the vibrator harder against me, and it takes every ounce of energy I have not to buck up at it. I want it, I want it harder and faster and I want to come unglued.

“It’s nice, right? Having your pussy played with,” he says softly, leaning over until his hot breath washes over my clit. He moves the vibrator lower, until it teases my entrance. “Tell me,” he says looking up the length of my body at me.

Those eyes, these fucking eyes bore into me.

I grit my teeth and turn away. If I don’t look it will be easier.

Wrong.

His tongue touches my clit, rolls around it and then he sucks it into his warm mouth while he pushes the vibrator just inside my pussy.

I moan, clench my teeth. It’s coming, this buildup of pleasure is mounting and mounting and he’s not stopping. He’s slowly fucking me with the vibrator while he licks and sucks on my clit.

I’m at the very edge, ready to leap off into an abyss of pleasure, when it all stops.

“No!”

He laughs. “Didn’t like that?”

How badly would he hurt me if I slapped him?

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I say from behind clenched teeth.

“Okay,” he says and the pleasure ramps up again. The vibrator goes deeper. His tongue flicks faster. Everything is ten times what it was a moment ago. I tense, letting it build, hoping it will all crash down on me before he can notice.

But I’m wrong.

“Tell me,” he says again from between my thighs.

“You already know!” I accuse him. This man doesn’t act without knowledge. He knows damn well what I was doing and why.

“I do. So just tell me,” he says with a wide grin.

I turn my gaze up to the ceiling and it all starts again. Only this time, he’s not fucking me with the vibrator. He’s using it on full power on my clit and I’m driven straight to the very end of sanity. It’s too much, everything is going to burst. I can’t do it again; I can’t be so close to heaven only to see it fade into the distance.

“My dad!” I yell. It’s all I can say. He already knows, he just needs my confirmation.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

I’m so close, so fucking close. The very first ripple of an orgasm is right there.

And everything falls away. All the pleasure, the buildup. It recedes, leaving an agitating hum behind it as it fades away.

“You said,” I whine. I hate that he makes me sound this way, but I’m desperate and needy and horribly embarrassed.

He shoves the vibrator into his back pocket, pulls my dress back down over my pussy and climbs off the bed.

“I never said you’d get to come. I said pleasure could be punishment. And it is.” He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, where my own juices have wet his lips. Mortification will kill me in this house.

I snap my legs together, pressing them tightly.

“You, you…” Words fail me. My brain is broken.

He laughs. “Be careful. The punishment can continue.”

I sit up in the bed, pushing myself against the headboard. I want to scratch out his eyes. So easily he’d brought me to the edge. It’s not fair. It’s wrong.

My stomach aches at my actions.

“You can spend the rest of the night up here. Think about how you’ll be more honest in the future.” He winks then heads to the door. “Just to be sure you don’t go stealing what’s not yours, the door stays open tonight. One of my men will be sitting just outside to be sure you’re safe.”

“You’re a horrible man,” I say quietly. I don’t trust myself to say anything else. Tears burn my eyes, but not because I’m left unsated, but because I wanted nothing more than for him to make me come. I wanted his touch, I ached for it. I betrayed myself. And now he knows my father wanted me to find information.

I’ve betrayed him, too.

“I can be, yes,” he agrees, his hand on the handle of the door. “I don’t want to be, not with you. But that’s up to you, Kasia.”

He leaves the door open as he promised, and one of his men walks past the door and sits in a chair. I see his knee bobbing up and down from where I am.

Punished and put to bed.

Will the rest of my life be like this?