All Chapters of Contracted to the Mafia: A Plus-Size Bride: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

That morning, we left before the sun had fully risen. Alexandro drove our comfortable black SUV through the streets of Rome, which were just beginning to grow busy.I sat beside him, wearing a white summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat that shielded my face from the sun. The window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that carried the scent of flowers and coffee from the cafés we passed.“I still can’t believe we’re actually going,” I said, gazing out at the view beyond the window.Alexandro smiled. “Neither can I. It feels like a dream.”“Have the kids already left for school?”“Yes. I made sure. The nanny said they had breakfast and left on time. Leo packed his lunch. Aurora wore the right shoes. Loris didn’t cry.”I smiled. “Good. I was worried they’d be sad.”“They are sad, but they understand. Besides, we’re only gone for a little while. Two weeks. After that, we come back.”I nodded. Two weeks. Two weeks without the children. Two weeks alone with Alexandro.We left Rome behind,

In the corner of the room, near the wardrobe, stood a neat dark wooden rack. On it were arranged various objects that made my breath catch for a moment. Several black and deep-red silk ropes hung neatly.There was a pair of soft leather-lined cuffs. A small flogger with soft suede tails. An elegant black blindfold. A few small silicone-coated clamps. And on the wall, hidden behind a thin curtain, several sturdy metal hooks had been installed.Alexandro laid me down slowly on the wide bed. My eyes were still fixed on the rack.“You prepared all this?”He stood in front of the bed, shrugging off the already open shirt, then unbuckled his belt with calm, deliberate movements.“I asked them to prepare a few special things for us. Only if you want them.” He came closer, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. “We can stop at any time. Just one word, and everything ends. You know that.”“What’s the safe word?”“Red. And if you just want me to slow down, say yellow. I’ll listen.”I nodded. “All

Alexandro was in no hurry. He let each mark from the whip burn into my skin before delivering the next. The strike on my left ass cheek felt sharp, like a tongue of fire licking across it, then was immediately replaced by the warm palm of his hand stroking slowly, smoothing the sting until it turned into a hot pulse that spread up to my waist. He kissed the mark, his tongue wet and deliberate, then moved to the right side with the same rhythm.When the whip landed on my inner thighs, my body reflexively tried to close, but the ropes held me tight. I could only tremble and moan into the cushion of the bench. Every time the thin tip touched my already swollen pussy lips, I jerked hard. The pain mixed with a sensation that was far too sharp, making my fluids drip more heavily onto the leather of the bench.“Sixteen,” he counted under his breath. “Three more.”The last three strikes he delivered directly onto my pussy lips, lighter, but perfectly aimed. I cried again, tears sliding down t

“Not enough yet. I want to walk farther. There’s a footpath on the other side of the lake that people rarely use. Can you manage?”I nodded, still a little breathless. “Yes.”He started the engine and drove toward the quieter parking area at the far end of the park. Once he stopped, he opened the door for me again, took my hand, and led me onto a narrower path. The trees here grew denser; sunlight only filtered through the gaps in the leaves, making everything feel more closed-in and intimate.Every step made the cream dress brush against my still-sensitive skin. The damp lace panties clung to me, and I realized Alexandro had deliberately chosen a route with small ups and downs so I would feel every friction.“Tell me again,” he ordered as we walked. “What are you feeling right now, besides being wet.”I swallowed. “I’m tense. Every time the wind blows, my nipples harden under the fabric. And I keep thinking about your fingers under the table earlier. I almost… almost came.”“But you

The next day.I opened my eyes and found the bed beside me empty, but the sound of water from the bathroom told me where Alexandro had gone. I stretched, feeling the sweet ache in my waist and thighs, leftover from the long night.On the bedside table sat a still-warm cup of coffee and a small piece of paper with Alexandro’s handwriting: Breakfast at nine. I already reserved a table at the hotel restaurant. Wear something nice. Today we shop.I smiled, sipped the coffee, then got up and went to the wardrobe.I chose a white linen dress that fell to the knees, leather sandals, and a small brown bag. I tied my hair loosely. When I left the room, Alexandro was already standing in the lobby in a navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Behind him stood his two personal bodyguards, two men in dark uniforms who always followed him everywhere.“You’re beautiful,” Alexandro said, kissing my cheek.“You already said that last night.”“And I’ll say it again all day.”We had breakfast at the