Page 40 of Sacred Vow

My mother talked me out of it and although I relented and allowed her to stay, it was as my mother’s personal attendant, so I wouldn’t see the woman. While I waited for my wife’s arrival, I made the decision to oversee everything to do with my wife, including her wardrobe, and anyone who didn’t obey my rules would be lucky to only be fired. This was new for me, never thinking I’d feel this possessive with Vittoria. It was an arrangement, after all, but I’d be lying if I kept repeating that lie. It may have begun that way, but she had become my addiction.

My wife entered the room, eyes radiating challenge. She stopped about two feet in front of me and cocked a hip. Sassy, provocative, and utterly unafraid… so damn addictive.

“Perhaps you should at least appear repentant, Vittoria. Your Master is very displeased with you.” I hadn’t referred to myself as such with her, but watched in pleasure as her pupils dilated, and the pulse at her throat quickened. “Did you feel ignored, Principessa? I best remedy that.”

Reaching out, I tugged her between my legs, boxing her in, and undid the string that barely held the two triangles of material together, uncovering her nipples. Bringing her arms to the front of her body, I wrapped the material around her wrists, binding them. Her upper arms pressed her breasts together, making a lovely feast.

Keeping her locked in place with my thighs, I reached up and snagged a nipple, torturing it to a hard point. Vittoria dropped her head, eyes narrowed to slits as she immersed herself in the sensations I was delivering.

I repeated my actions with her other breast. Her breathy pants coming out faster and louder the more I pinched and rolled the sensitive bud. Releasing her, I stood up and tugged her arms over her head, attaching the bikini strings to a clamp that kept her arms fully extended above her head where she stood.

Fucking gorgeous. Her nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She was already drifting beneath the surface, surrendering to the sensations. She went there fast these days, as she was very responsive to my dominion over her body.

She watched as I unsheathed my belt from my pants and folded it in half, snapping it in the air. She startled the first time, but after her initial shock, she licked her lips and watched me, waiting for me to deliver the pain and pleasure she craved.

Keeping the stroke light, I flicked her nipple with the belt. Her eyes widened in surprise but she didn’t protest. I flicked the other nipple, a little harder, gauging her response. Her head dropped back, a low moan escaped her throat. I took a nipple in my mouth and clamped down on the soft flesh.

“Oh! Yes!” she hissed.

“You were a naughty girl, Vittoria. Why should your husband and Master reward you?”

Her head snapped up. “But it wasn’t my fault! That’s what Esmeralda sent me.”

I spanked the tip of her wet nipple with the belt.

“Aaugh!”

“You could have covered up, wife. You know how much it bothers me when you allow other men to ogle your body. Did you want me to gouge out some eyeballs? That’s what you want, for me to blind an entire generation of men?”

“No! I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt anyone. You’re right I was naughty, and I wanted to get your attention so even though I didn’t choose the swimsuit, I could have covered up, but I didn’t.”

I took her other nipple in my mouth and clamped down. Vittoria cried out as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. Her climax wept down her legs to her sandaled feet. She was a goddess and all mine.

“I don’t know if you’re sorry. Maybe I will have to start removing privileges from the men who keep failing to keep you covered up.”

“No, Romeo! Please don’t punish them, punish me instead.”

This had become a familiar game between us. I put the blame for her actions at others’ feet and she begged to be the recipient of their punishment. Then I gave her exactly what she craved until every ounce of resistance was gone from her body.

I turned her body to face the bed and ripped her bikini bottoms in two. She was naturally tanned, but her time in the sun had made her skin darker, a stark contrast to the paleness of her trembling globes.

“Widen your legs and don’t move.”

My belt made a whizzing sound as it cut through the air before landing on her backside. Vittoria rose onto the balls of her feet with a slight swing forward of her hips. I watched the belt mark bloom on her perfect ass, relishing the sight. She was such a brat —a gorgeous, perfect brat.

The belt sang as it whipped through the air before landing on top of the previous stripe. She cried out but jutted her ass out as far as she could. My wife really was a dichotomy and I loved both parts in equal measure.

I landed a dozen stripes before she tried to escape the punishment by dancing on her toes and twisting in place. I didn’t want to hurt the sensitive flesh of her hips, but I wasn’t about to stop so soon.

I released her arms and sat down on a bench in our room, tugging her over my lap, into a straddle position. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Vittoria. Beg Daddy for forgiveness.”

A fresh release of excitement made her swollen lips shiny. She loved it when I spoke dirty to her.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. Will you forgive me?”

She played the role of a little girl so well, I wondered sometimes if that was a true aspect of her personality. But as it never showed beyond these sessions, I assumed that she really enjoyed getting into her role as Daddy’s brat.

“I will. But not yet.” I slid her up my thigh a little higher so I could wrap my arm around her waist and keep her tight to my body. No escaping. It was one of the reasons I enjoyed this position so much, that and the fact I could watch the red bloom on her perfect ass in the mirror opposite the bed. I brought my hand down with some force over the raised pink stripes and she yelped and tried to move, but in this position, she was locked in place.