Spanking

DOMENICO’s POV

My nails dug into the flesh of her waist as I growled, slamming into her with relentless thrusts.

She let out a ragged, shattered gasp, her hands gripping the silk sheets as her back arched violently under me. 

My breath hung in my throat as the tightened of her heat clamped down on me like a vice. 

My pace increased, my hips slamming against her bare back with a rhythm that echoed in the room. 

Alessandro hovered near her head, his fingers threaded through her dark hair, pulling her face up so he could capture her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss every time I drove into her core.

She was unravelling, sobbing out disjointed praises and breathless pleas as my strokes hit that exact sweet spot deep inside her.

When her inner walls began to convulse violently around me in a crushing climax, I growled, holding her pinned flush against my chest as I spilled deep inside her wet core. 

‘’Oh God…’’ She murmured under her breath, her voice a breathless whisper as she made to collapse on the bed.

A sly smirk carved up my lips.

I can’t let that.

I pulled away from her, a low moan escaping my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and hauled her off the bed.

Alessandro broke the kiss, his brows furrowing as he stared at me confusedly. 

I gestured for him to follow and lifted her unto my hips.

She let out a soft, dazed whimper as her thighs instinctively wrapped around my waist, her skin flushing red as she straddled me.

She buried her face lazily into the crook of my neck, her hand clinging weakly to my shoulders while her body shivered from the post-orgasm. 

I held her steady and carried her down the hall while Alessandro walked behind us, his hand resting possessively on the curve of her spine. 

I stopped just in front of our playroom, a thought cooking in my head as I slowly pushed the door open. 

‘’Oh you’ve got be fucking kidding…’’ Alessandro uttered, a hint of a smile carving across his lips.

‘’Yes.’’ I pushed open the door and we walked into the room.

Isabella seemed to jolt awake. ‘’What the fuck is happening?’’ 

I didn’t respond.

Instead, I gestured you Alessandro who reached for the cabinet. He pulled out an array of leather restraints, a heavy silicone plug and a flexible leather paddle. 

Within minutes, we had her secured to the elevated frame in the center of the room. Her arms were bound above her head, her legs pinned wide, leaving her bare chest and aching lower body completely exposed to us.

‘’W—What are you trying to do?’’ Her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes darted between us.

I could see fear in them. But mostly, I saw arousal. 

‘’Giving you exactly what you want.’’ I muttered  softly, taking the leather paddle and testing the weight under my palm.

‘’Don’t even think about—‘’

SLAP!

Alessandro yanked the leather paddle from me and delivered a sharp, stinging blow to the fleshy curve of her buttock. 

‘’Ahh!’’ She yelped, a throaty cry escaping her lips as her skin flushed crimson at the constant.

Her toe curled inwardly and her hand tightened into fist. 

‘’Please…what are you—‘’

SLAP SLAP!

Two more slaps to the butt, had tears flowing down the corner of her eyes.

But instead of pulling away, her body instinctively arched toward the pain, her breath catching in loud, ragged hitches.

I stepped up beside her chest, cupping her jaw in my large hand to guide her head sideways while Alessandro prepped her from behind. 

I grabbed a bottle of oil and slicked it over a dildo before sliding it slowly into her clit, filling her completely whole Sandro took her mouth.

‘’Oh fuckkk!’’ She moaned, throwing her head back as I started to move the toy, thrusting into her with every strength in me.

Sandro placed four of his fingers inside of her mouth, fingering her while she moaned into his hand, the sound coming out muffled.

I gripped her hip tightly, thrusting into her before letting go and using my free hand to spank her already reddened ass.

She yelped, tears falling down her eyes as they dilated.

She wanted to moan but Sandro’s hand on her mouth wouldn’t let her.

She choked on his hand, bobbing her head up and down his hand as he continued the torture.

Her legs were trembling, her throat ragged as she screamed for a release.

But I didn’t let her. I stopped just in time, watching her hip buck forward as she begged for a release.

By the time i finally let her come, her body was completely spent, marked with dark red handprints and slick with sweat.

We unbuckled her restraints and carried her up to the master bedroom, laying her gently in the center of the massive bed.

She lay flat on her side, completely drained, her small frame shivering as the adrenaline faded from her system. Her backside was tender and flushed, her inner thighs trembling with a dull, persistent ache.

I sat on the edge of the mattress holding a jar of cooling, medicated ointment, while Alessandro brought over a basin of warm water and a soft cloth.

She tensed instinctively, trying to drag the sheet over her exposed body, but my hands were deliberately gentle as I pulled the fabric back.

“Hold still, little pet.’’ I murmured softly.

I dipped my fingers into the ointment and spread the cool gel over the burning skin of her buttocks.

A long, trembling sigh escaped her parted lips as the immediate relief washed over her, her body relaxing under my touch.

Beside me, Alessandro sat on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth in warm water.

He carefully wiped away the dry sweat from her shoulders, her collarbone, and the sensitive skin beneath her silver collar.

His fingers brushed a lock of damp hair from her face, lingering against her flushed cheek.

“You’re so stubborn, Isabella,” Sandro said quietly, his dark eyes searching her face with an intense, quiet focus.

She looked up at us, at the two men who had bound her, marked her skin, and broken her resistance.

Yet as Sandro stroked her hair and I carefully tended to every sore patch on her body, the hatred in her eyes melted.

And all I could see was need.