Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

Kasia

It’s past nine o’clock when Dominik comes up to our bedroom. He sent me up here after dinner to think about what was going to happen when he came up.

My father’s service was two weeks ago. His ashes have probably already reached his brother in Poland. I met with his attorney this afternoon and signed all the paperwork to claim my inheritance. My father never wanted me to have anything, but he never changed his will. I get everything.

I want none of it.

Instead I’ve instructed my father’s attorney to sell everything that can be sold. Once everything’s liquidated, Dominik has agreed to help me build a halfway house for women. I know his family doesn’t sell women, but that doesn’t mean it’s not happening.

Every woman we saved that night has been brought home or are being set up with a new life. That’s why the halfway house is needed. They need a safe place to stay while they get an education, find new footing in this world. I may not be using my education degree to teach young minds, but I will be using my skills to help people who need a helping hand.

And yet… I’m sitting in our bedroom, waiting for my husband to come upstairs to punish me.

He mentioned something about getting too big for my britches. My grandmother used to use that term. It’s old school, but if I know anything about my husband, it’s how traditional he is. And he doesn’t like it when his wife starts ordering him about in front of his men. And I suppose outright defying him when he told me to stay out of the sun this afternoon wasn’t the right move either.

If he thought having me worry about the punishment was going to make it worse, he was mistaken. He won’t spank me, that will be sad because I do love it when he brings a hot hum to my body, but he’ll use pleasure against me. I’m not worried.

The bedroom door opens, and Dominik walks inside with a tight expression. He’s been home most of the day, so he’s not wearing his suit. He’s in a casual t-shirt and black jeans. His feet are bare.

I stand up from the bed, drop my robe to the floor at my feet. It’s a challenge.

He raises his left eyebrow.

“Obviously, I’ve been too lenient with you over these past weeks.” He heads straight for the closet and jerks the door open. He’s been wonderful these past weeks. I’ve seen a new side of him, tender and passionate. But I miss the other part of him, the tense, arrogant, stubborn dominant part of him.

There’s a stick in his hand when he reemerges from the closet.

“What’s that for?” I give a pointed look to his hand.

“Oh this?” He waves it in the air, creating a sharp swishing sound. “It’s a cane, Kasia.”

I back up a pace until my legs hit the bed. “A cane?”

“Yep.” He stalks to me, kicking my robe out of the way. “You’ve been a big talker these past few days.” He presses the tip of the cane to my chin, pushing it up until my head is back and I have to look down the length of my nose at him.

“I was… I mean…” I shrug. “Sorry?”

He breaks into a wide grin, but the resolve is still there. “Not yet, but you will be, Kasia. I promise. Turn around and put your hands flat on the bed. Stick your ass out.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to do that thing with the vibrator again?” I ask. I’m walking the line, teasing him like this, but my nerves have started acting up. I’ve never had the cane used on me. His belt feels good, his hand is amazing, and the flogger he used last week sent me flying fast. But this beast doesn’t look like it will do anything other than hurt.

“No, no. This is better for a naughty girl like you. A few stripes across your ass and you’ll be ready for the rest of your punishment.”

“Rest?”

“This is just the beginning. Now turn around, bad girl.” He taps the cane to my cheek then walks back a few steps to give me room to get in position.

With a shaky stomach, I do what he says. It’s not going to be so bad. Dominik won’t do anything that I can’t survive.

“Keep your hands out of my way, keep your feet planted, and unless you’re going to thank me, don’t open your mouth. Understood?” He presses the length of the cane against my ass.

It won’t be bad.

“Yes. I understand.” I fist my hands, just in case.

The first strike sends my brain rocketing into orbit. I’m off the bed, jumping up and down, grabbing my ass. Fuck!

“Couldn’t even be good for the first stroke.” He shakes his head sadly, but I can see his cock pressing against his jeans. He’s not entirely unhappy about all this. “Back in position. Now I have to start over.”

I take a deep breath and go back over the bed. I’ll do it better. He won’t get the better of me.

The second stroke makes me scream, but I keep my feet planted.

He runs the cane over the line of fire the last stroke made.

“Bad girls don’t get to have orgasms, isn’t that right?” He turns the cane and runs it between my legs, up through my wet sex. Fuck, I already want him, and it’s only been two strokes.

“That’s right.” I clench my teeth.

“Hmmm, I think tonight will be different.” A drawer opens and closes and then he drops a small vibrator on my hand. “Tonight, you’ll practice obedience. Use that toy to make yourself come for me, Kasia.”

I look over my shoulder; he’s still holding the cane.

“Do you need that?” I ask him.

He smiles. “Oh definitely.”

He’s playful. That’s never a good thing when he’s trying to punish me.

“Dominik. I’m sorry if I’ve been rude.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want your apology yet. I’ll let you know when. Now get to work.” He uses the cane to point to the vibrator.

I sigh and pick it up. After I switch it on, I place it over my clit. The vibrations right away kick up my arousal, the fact that he’s watching only heightens my need.

Just as I start to care more about the good sensation than his eyes lingering on me, he brings the cane down on my ass. I jolt forward, my brain screeches to a halt.

“Carry on,” he says.

I clench my jaw and get back to it, chasing down the pleasure before he can take it away from me, but as soon as my body tightens, the cane comes down again, and again.

I growl. It’s distracting having both happening at the same time.

“Keep going.” He taps the cane to my ass.

This time I’m careful to hide my expression. I get close, so close to the first burst of release when the cane comes down sharply, harder than the others across my ass. I cry out, but I don’t move the vibrator away. I’m too close to stop now. He brings the cane down again, but I’m lost to the waves.

The sharp strike of the cane melds into the haze of my orgasm, and there’s no separation between them. I’m all wrapped up in both sensations, being carried off with them. I collapse forward on the bed, humping the vibrator harder as his hands grab my hips.

“Don’t stop,” he orders and the cane lands on the bed beside my head. He unzips his pants and presses the length of his cock between my ass cheeks.

Instinct makes my body tense. I clench every muscle.

“Don’t tighten up, Kasia, it will only make this next part more uncomfortable.” His thumb swipes through my wet folds, pushing the vibrator out of the way as he gathers up my own juices to use against me. He’s good at this, at making my desire a punishment.

“Dominik,” I reach behind and grasp his wrist. He’s fingered me there before, but never has his cock pierced my asshole.

He shakes off my hand and smacks my ass, sending a ripple of fire through my body.

“Don’t reach back here again. Keep that vibrator on your clit.” He smears my juices across my asshole, then presses the tip of his cock against my tight ring of muscle. I clench my eyes, and everything else. “Relax, Kasia. I’m fucking your ass with or without your help. Either this hurts a lot or not too bad. Your choice.” He pulls my ass cheeks apart and presses harder against me. The round head of his cock intrudes, breaking through the muscle.

“Fuck!” I yell, fisting my hand and pressing my face into the bed. I can’t do it. It burns, so much heat.

“Deep breath.” He thrusts further, the pain increases, but I do what he says. I suck in a hot breath and force my body to soften. If I don’t fight him, if I give over, it will be easier. It might be good. It’s the same with him. When I charge at him, he’s a brick wall – unmovable.

“Fuck, Kasia.” He moans behind me as his cock inches further. Tears escape my clenched lids. “So tight.” He reaches around me, taking the vibrator from me and pressing it harder against my body.

Vibrations blossom new arousal.

“Dominik,” I whisper his name, though I’m not sure what I want from him. I don’t want him to stop, that I know, that I won’t tell him.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock up your ass.” He thrusts harder. “Take all of me.” His order is overpowered by his final push. Completely embedded in my ass, I can’t believe how full I feel. How hot and needy I am for him.

“Please,” I cry when the vibrator passes over my clit again. I arch my back, pushing my ass back at him. He’s a rough man, an impossible man, and it’s his power I crave now. I need all of it, the parts that hurt, the parts that soothe. Every bit of it sets my body on fire. An inferno only he can extinguish.

“Who owns you, Kasia?” He plows into me hard. The stripes from the cane sting, pushing me to another level of desire.

“You do, Dominik.” And I mean it. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Giving myself this way to anyone else.

“Are you going to be good now?” Another hard thrust and my ass clings around his shaft, stretching to fit him into me.

If he’ll keep fucking me like this the rest of my life, I’ll vow obedience every single night.

“Yes!” There’s another orgasm rising. The vibrator rubs against my clit while his cock fills me.

He shoves hard into me. “Do you think you deserve to come again?”

“Yes. Please, Dominik. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise!”

He growls behind me, his body doing all the talking now. “Kasia.” My name is all the permission I need.

When the bubble inside me bursts, I hold nothing back. He doesn’t slow, he doesn’t give me time to adjust to the harsh waves of pleasure sucking the breath out of me. He fucks me even harder, chasing after his own release.

My hips hurt when his nails dig into my skin as he’s carried away with his own orgasm. He groans, yelling out my name once, then stills behind me.

The room is silent. Except for the hum of the vibrator. He switches the little bullet off and tosses it toward the pillows.

Dominik smacks my ass as he pulls free of my body. I clench my asshole, not wanting his seed to drip down my legs.

“Go slow,” he says. The tenderness has returned to his voice. “Are you hurt?” With a feathery touch his fingertips touch my ass cheek.

“No,” I’m quick to assure him.

He grunts. “I went too easy on you, then.”

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He finishes shucking off his clothes and tosses the cane to the floor. The bed dips when he climbs beneath the covers. After flicking the light off, he gathers me up in his arms and holds me tight to his chest. A chaste kiss is pressed to my forehead.

“Kasia. My family will be here soon. When my father’s here, you have to behave.” I hear the warning. He’s let me off easy tonight; he won’t be so tolerant when his family is around.

“You want to put on a show of strength for your dad?”

“No. I want him to see you for what you are, and this little brat you’ve been playing at this past week isn’t you.” He hugs me tighter.

He’s not wrong. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“I do,” he says. “I’ve been too sweet, given you too much room to wander around alone. So, you act out. You’re not fragile, Kasia. And I’m going to stop treating you like you are.”

“I’ve missed you, this part of you anyway.” I say into the darkness, snuggling into his chest.

“You won’t have to miss me anymore. There’s a lot of work to do, for both of us. And together we can do it all.”

It warms me to hear him talk this way. There’s no more him and me, it’s always us. We’re together.

“I love you, Dominik.” I yawn.

“I love you, too, Kasia.” He kisses my head again. “Now, get some sleep before I have to pick up the cane and we start all over again.”

I laugh, but he pinches where a welt is forming from the cane.

“All right. I get your point.”

“Good girl.”