Mafia Bride Page 3

  Slowly, he began to move inside of her. He didn’t feel like making love to her roughly anymore. Instead, he moved very carefully.

  He pulled almost completely out of her and glanced down where they were joined together. He had blood on him. In all his life, he had never had a virgin, and he’d had a lot of women.

  Anna remembered that she didn’t want to be here. Still, she had given up her fight. It was too late now. The only thing worth fighting for was gone.

  He was picking up speed as he poked into her. Anna felt that he had ruined everything. She wanted to go home. She could clearly remember who he was and why she was here.

  Anna was so tight around him. He took her as gently as he could, but it had been so long, and she was so incredibly tight, and she had been wonderful to watch as she had her orgasm.

  Before he felt was fair, he came. Antonio was disappointed with himself. She would have deserved him to go longer. He lay down on top of her, thinking that he would make this up to her. He would take her again tonight and probably once more tomorrow morning, and then he would give her a substantial sum of money and send her on her way.

  Naturally, he would give her more than what he had said before because she was a virgin. That was why she didn’t obey him. She hadn’t understood about sex, which was a thirst that needed to be quenched.

  He kissed her on her cheek and pulled out of her. Not knowing what to say, he went off to take a shower so he could think about what his next move should be.

  Anna rolled to her side as she cried with shame. Everything that had happened in the last half hour was crushing down on her. She wanted to runaway, but she knew there was a man outside of the door, a man who had heard everything.

  Anna felt so ashamed of herself. She replayed everything that had happened and tried to think of what she could have done differently, but nothing came to mind other than not enjoying what had happened before sex. How could she have done that? Of course, he would think that she was a stupid working girl because of the way she acted.

  Anna heard the shower stop. She yanked the blanket off the bed and went into the corner to hide from him, even if it was pointless. She covered her head up and wept quietly under the blanket, loathing him as well as herself.

  Antonio decided it would be best to make Anna shower. He went out to get her and saw that the bed was empty. He found her immediately. She was shaking under a blanket in the corner.

  He knelt down in front of her. She was so tiny and scared. He slowly tugged the blanket away from her face, which was red from crying and lack of air. He stared into her blue eyes as she stared back at him.

  Antonio picked her up and held her so she was on his lap. He placed his hand on the side of her head and pushed it so it was lying on his chest.

  He made soft noises, trying to relax her, but she was too scared and ashamed to stop now that she had started.

  “You did very well. I’m sorry it hurt you. If you would have told me, I could have explained things to you in advance.” Antonio liked the feel of her in his arms. He had a hand wrapped around her middle, holding her closely to him, and his other hand was holding her head in place against his chest. She wasn’t trying to get away from him at the moment so he let his hand stroke over her soft hair. He kissed the top of her head as they sat on the floor in the corner.

  Antonio liked the soft feel of her hair, and it smelt good too. He felt so close to her. Maybe he should keep her. After all, she could be pregnant with his child right now, and he would know that it was his. Things hadn’t gone as he planned, and there hadn’t been time for him to put on a condom. He was tired of the crap that women pulled with men, using them for their power, money, or for information. He could keep Anna and be in control of her.

  She was too weak to push away from him. Her orgasm had drained her, and losing her virginity had weakened her will.

  Why was he pretending to be nice to her? He had said that he would let her go, but she didn’t believe that. He knew that she would go to the police, and that he would be arrested and sent to jail.

  Her kidnapper seemed to be important. Would he have a fancy lawyer that would make her sound like a liar, or would he simply kill her out in the woods? Mafia men did things like that.

  He lifted her into his arms easily. She was a tiny bundle with a cutely rounded ass and large breasts. She was a good girl, trying to protect her virginity. He set her down in the shower and removed her blouse and bra. Then he got into the shower with her. She kept her head hung because she was too ashamed to look at him.

  She couldn’t understand why she felt so ashamed of herself. He should be ashamed of himself, but she probably wasn’t the first woman he had brought to a motel room.

  A new wave of tears flowed out of her eyes.

  Antonio turned on the water and washed her. He liked doing that too.

  She could see his man thing getting hard. Would he want to … again?

  Anna hadn’t liked sex. Why on Earth would anyone write books and songs and even poems about it?

  Antonio stroked her hair out of her face and got it wet. He picked up the shampoo that the motel supplied and washed her hair. He didn’t care for the smell of the cheap shampoo. When he got her home, he would buy her a much sweeter smelling shampoo.

  Antonio liked the idea of her staying with him. He washed the shampoo out as thoroughly as he could, but the water was starting to get cold. Lovingly, he rinsed the soapsuds off of her body and turned the water off. He stepped out of the shower and saw her turn away from him and leaned against the wall.

  Anna hadn’t liked him washing her; she had let it happen. She was worried about what else she would have to let happen before this was over. He had laid a towel on the floor. He reached for her hand to help her out. She took his hand because he knew she couldn’t support her own weight for very long. He held onto her as he dried her off. His thing was getting even harder. She tried not to look at it as it pointed away from his body.

  Antonio picked her up and carried her back to the bed. He laid her down as gently as he could. A smile formed on his face as he gazed at her naked form. He had hardly had a chance to look at her before.

  She looked just right. She was very pleasing to the eye. Not as much as the models and other girls he had dated, but he’d had bad experiences with them.

  No, Anna was what a wife should look like. This truly was a woman who could bear his children. Not a woman for an affair. He liked that she was a virgin. It meant that she was only his. No other man would ever touch her.

  His body was responding to hers more than it ever did any of those skinny models. She had a bit of meat on her hips that he could grab onto when they worked on making babies. She had exactly the right size of breasts too. They were large, but not too large that they looked slutty. Her stomach was rounded out a little. That was new for him, but it looked more natural.

  He gazed down at her body so long that he didn’t see what her hand was doing. She had pulled out a little tiny and even rounded Swiss pocketknife. She was pointing it at him as she got up and back into the corner near her side of the bed.

  Antonio was trying not to laugh at her. He recognized a desperate attempt when he saw one. He didn’t want her to hurt herself either.

  “Stay away from me,” she said with shaking hands.

  “Yes, I’ll stay away.” Antonio held his hands up high in the air. He kept his eyes on her, but his eyes were filled with pity. He hadn’t wanted to scare her, which he clearly had. A virgin couldn’t understand about a man’s needs.

  “I want this over with right now. No more anything.”

  “Yes, of course.” He stepped away from her, pretending he had respect for the dinky knife she held in her hand.

  “I’m going to get dressed now, and then I want you to tell the goon outside of the door to let me pass. Do you understand?” She backed away from him towards the pile of her ripped clothes. She had to fight away tears when she saw that only a little could be salvage.

>   Anna flipped her hair over her shoulder and lifted her chin. “I’m going to have to take your trousers.” She gulped at the thought of his trousers surrounding her body where he had just been.

  He picked them up from the floor and threw them at her. She caught them and slid one of her legs into it. She changed hands with the knife and fished around so she could get her other leg in.

  He loved how she looked in his trousers. They were too long and too big for her.

  His manhood harden uncomfortably, and he decided he had humored her long enough. He took two steps forward and grabbed her by her wrist. The disappointment in her eyes had him feeling sorry for her again. He squeezed her hand until her fingers opened, and the knife fell from her hand.

  Antonio walked with her over to the bed, still keeping eye contact with his Anna.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed and jerked her down so she was face down over his knees. He brought his hand down on her already abused bottom. She kicked and cried and begged him to stop.

  His father had taught him the way to spank. He had spent a lot of time as a child over his father’s knees. His father was the only person who had ever dared to correct him. It was something that his father took seriously.

  Sometimes others would comment that he was too harsh with Antonio, but his father would dismiss that idea and give it to Antonio even harder the next time.

  His father wasn’t a cruel man, but he demanded respect. Antonio had never complained about how stupid his parents were, as his friends at school had. It was there that he saw that his father had been right all along. Having a whining and complaining son showed that a man was weak.

  Antonio knew when to say yes sir and how to treat his elders. He saw himself as a gentleman, but the lady over his knee could have hurt herself with the knife. No cut would ever mar her skin. He would see to that. It was bad enough that she had scratched her shoulder when she fell backwards against the bathroom door.

  Antonio longed to kiss the scratch to help it heal faster, but he had a task that he needed to see to. He couldn’t allow her to hurt herself. He would get her to behave for him as beautifully as his father had gotten him to behave.

  Antonio spanked both of her already red cheeks. Her bottom was something to see too. When he smacked it, it jiggled for him.

  His trousers had fallen to her ankles when he took the knife from her. Her cheap panties covered up too much of her. He ripped them away so she could never wear them again. He’d rather she went without panties than wear something a grandmother would wear.

  His eyes fixated on her welted red rump. His handprints could be clearly seen on her backside. He felt he owned her already. He put more weight into the blows to make it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate her playing with sharp objects or threatening him. She had a lesson to learn.

  He kept going until she lay limp over his knees. He laid her on the bed. She was on her knees with her red backside high in the air. Her face was pushed into the mattress.

  He lifted her hips, positioning her how he needed her and entered her very carefully this time. She was still wet from the last time. He glided in and out of her, taking her as he needed her.

  No, Anna thought. She couldn’t like this. The spanking he had just given her had pushed her to the limits, making it plain why she hated him, and now he was inside of her anew, and it wasn’t hurting. If it were, she could hate this, but it felt too good to hate.

  She gasped when he drove deeply into her, completely filling her. He did that several times: slowly pulling back and then ramming himself into her.

  “Oh God,” Anna proclaimed. Then she covered her mouth, not wanting to like this or worse yet, letting him know that she liked it.

  Antonio grinned down at her. She was his now. The decision was made. He took hold of her hips, noting that they fit perfectly into his hands between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

  Antonio sped up at the end, wild for the red bottom in front of him. He should have spanked his other girlfriends too. The heat her bottom was giving off was such a turn on.

  She held onto the sheets that were left on the bed. The sound of him spanking her with his body was making her wetter.

  He was slamming his body into hers, and all she could do was take it and try not to moan out. He slammed into her so hard that he pushed her forward across the bed. Then he lay down on top of her.

  She hoped that meant it was over. It was getting almost impossible to control her moans. She pictured him laughing at her if she had come again. It would wound her ego if he laughed at her for liking sex.

  He didn’t do that. Instead, he petted her hair and gave her a kiss. He pulled out of her and positioned her so she was lying on her pillow. She heard water running in the bathroom. He came back out and sat down in bed. He turned the light out.

  It was apparently time to sleep.

  Anna was exhausted so she didn’t argue with him. Tomorrow she would be able to return to her life.

  Would he actually pay her even after she had threatened him with a knife?

  Five minutes later, Antonio turned the light back on and grabbed the bible next to his bed. That was where she had hidden her license.

  Oh shit, she thought.

  He had her driver’s license in his hands. He held it in her face, showing it to her. “You lied to me. I’ll teach you to never do that again.”

  He picked his belt up from the floor. Before he punished her, he checked her birthday on the license, glad to see that she was over eighteen. “Well, happy birthday, darling. I think this calls for twenty birthday smacks, don’t you?”

  She shook her head, but he grabbed her and pushed her to the floor anyway. He raised the upper half of her body over the side of the bed. Her bottom was positioned perfectly. “If I see a hand back here, or if you try to move, I will start over at zero. Do you understand?”

  She nodded and folded her hands out in front of her.

  He liked that. She was obeying him. That took a lot of anger out of him, and he brought the belt down with half of what he intended to. But she cried out anyway. Her bottom had suffered through so much already today. He gave her a second stroke. She cried out yet again, and her shoulders shook. He slowly gave her a third and then a fourth. He was counting them out as he stared at her body. She was a submissive. Even if she didn’t know it, she was. He had found the perfect wife for his dominant nature.

  Antonio very slowly belted her into obedience. He took the time to explain the rules to her and make her repeat them.

  Antonio explained that he wanted three simple things from her. He wanted obedience, respect and honesty. If she failed him, he’d punish her. He watched her body jerk with number nineteen and then once more with twenty. He waited for her to unfold her hands as he brought his belt down on her as hard as he could. “And one to grow on. And a pinch to grow an inch.”

  She howled out in pain. He lifted her to her feet and set her down in the bathroom. “Wash your face, Anna. I hope you have learned to never lie to me again. I won’t tolerate it.” She turned the water on but then darted over to the toilet and dropped down in front of it. She threw up while he held her gorgeous hair out of the way. He somehow felt closer to her than he ever had to any of his girlfriends.

  When she was finished, he helped her to her feet, and then he walked her to the faucet to wash her face, which he did for her.

  “I have to go to the bathroom,” she admitted with shame.

  He guided her back over to the toilet and lowered her down on it.

  She whimpered as her bottom made contact. “Can I please be alone?”

  “No. Who knows what else you would do if I don’t watch you constantly.” He was being mean on purpose. He wanted to be there when she peed.

  Antonio never had been there before when one of his girlfriends went to the bathroom. He usually slept with them and then went back to his business, but she was different. He would be molding her to be the perfect wife. A husband and a wife shared a bathroom toget
her without shame.

  She peed and turned beet red, almost as red as her backside was.

  Anna quickly grabbed some toilet paper so she could stand up and get the pressure off her hurting bottom. She held onto the counter for support and then washed her hands.

  Antonio peed while she washed her hands. He felt it was only fair. He washed his hands, standing very close to her. Antonio picked her up and carried her back to bed. He kissed her goodnight and turned off the lights. He moved in close to her and fell asleep.

  Anna drifted in and out of sleep. She was plagued with thoughts. Why did he punish her for lying to him? Why would he teach her the rules? They would never see each other again after tomorrow. It didn’t make sense. None of this did.

  She wished she could go back in time and not enjoy what had happened.

  Was there something wrong with her? She had liked both the spankings and the sex to some degree. Okay, the last spanking had been plain excruciating, but the others could have been seen as foreplay.

  Chapter 4

  The sun was just coming up. Anna had slept most of the night with her back to him, whatever his name was. She could hear him snoring lightly.

  She felt so dead inside, shame laid heavy in her tummy. Could she be pregnant? What would she do if she were? She wanted to have children, but she wanted to be married first.

  She got up as quietly as she could as went into the bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the light. Toiletries had been laid out for her in here: a toothbrush still in the package and a hairbrush. A simple dress was also hanging on the back of the door.

  Were they really going to let her go?

  Would they threaten her, to keep her quiet?

  Would it work?

  Probably, but why had he been so eager to teach her his rules?