Chapter 24

Her slim thighs quivering with each pulse from the e-stim riding crop I held was easily one of the most erotic sights I had ever laid eyes on.

I had lost my temper a precious few times in my adult life.

My father had drilled into me from a very young age that anger was one of the easiest emotions for an opponent to weaponize. Other emotions, such as love or even lust, required time to develop before a target could be manipulated, whereas anger could be instantly triggered, like a bolt of lightning.

Upon docking and racing overland back to the winery, I discovered with fury the poor impression my disobedient bride had made with her unexpected early arrival.

It was after I had taken a shower and gone down into the kitchen in search of something to eat that I heard Lucia crying. She hesitated at first to tell me why. Then, because she was a kind soul, she tried to blame herself.

She sniffed. "Please, it was all my fault. She was tired from her trip. I had to have bored her with my endless chatter. It was presumptuous of me to bring up a tray after she said she was worn out. And she seemed very upset that I rudely interrupted her phone call with Tony."

My brow furrowed.

Tony?

Mother. Fucker.

Not wanting to give away my jealousy and anger that my bride was talking to another man within minutes of being under the roof of my ancestral home, I told Lucia to take the rest of the week off and stormed up the stairs to confront Antonia.

As I stood over her bed, I was at first struck by how innocent and sweet she looked in sleep.

Then I remembered that even a violent, wild animal could look cuddly when it was curled up with its eyes closed.

And that was how I needed to treat her … like a wild creature in need of taming.

And so I did.

Her pussy lips were swollen and bright pink by the time I switched my attention to flicking the crop against her inner thighs. When I decided she had been suitably punished for her transgression, I turned to her reward.

Although she might feel scared at first, I knew that the electrical stimulation would deliver a powerful, vibrating sensation to her inner muscles, resulting in an orgasm of such intensity that it would border on pain.

Without warning, I pressed the low button after wiggling the rod between her cunt lips.

Her hips shot off the ottoman.

I kept the button depressed despite her cries.

While she maintained her raised hips and arched back, I lowered myself onto my haunches and whispered in her ear. "You like that, little pony? You like feeling the waves of electricity pulse over your clit, then deep into the muscles of your tight hole, causing it to clench and vibrate?"

"Oh… oh… oh…" she moaned, her breathing fast and shallow.

With my free hand, I cupped her breast and rolled her swollen nipple between my fingers.

She screamed her release as her fingers opened and closed into fists, her body shaking.

I released the e-stim button, but still shimmied the rod between her lips several times as her limbs continued to tremble.

Finally, her hips slumped back down onto the ottoman. Her skin glowed in the firelight from a bright sheen of sweat.

Tossing the riding crop onto the edge of the bed, I stroked her hair. "Time for the next phase of your punishment."

Her eyes flew open. "But…"

I raised a single eyebrow. "Were you about to object?"

She blinked. "No, but I…"

"But what?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing… who?"

"Nothing… stable master."

I caressed her silky locks, already looking forward to the next time we played this game, when I would pull her hair back into a tight braid and place the bit between her teeth right before I seated the anal plug horses tail deep inside her bottom.

"You see, the way to properly train a naughty pony is through both pain and pleasure. First pain, then pleasure, then pain and pleasure again. And again. Until the naughty pony learns her proper place."

Her lower lip trembled as tears filled her eyes.

I ran my hand over her locks again. "Shhh. Soon you will learn to behave and not let this smart mouth of yours get you into trouble. Then it will be all pleasure, although I suspect my kinky piccola colomba will still want just a hint of pain."

My thumb brushed her tears. I then ran the tip over my lower lip before my tongue flicked out to taste the salty wetness. Soon, I would savor her sweet cream.

Hooking my thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants, I lowered them until my shaft sprang free. The thick length bobbed up and down several times right over her face as I straddled her head.

Her sharp intake of breath sent a spike of need straight to my balls.

"Now, are you going to be a good pony and do what you're told?"

"Yes," she rasped.

I released both her ankle and wrist binds and carried her to the bed. Placing her in the center of the mattress, parallel with the headboard, I then gripped underneath her arms and pulled until her head was dangling over the edge.

"Brava ragazza. Now I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can, so you can swallow my cock deep down your throat."

"Wait."

I slapped my open hand against her pussy. "What was that?"

She bucked. "Sorry!"

"Are you going to open your mouth?"

She sniffed as fresh tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. "Yes, I'll be good."

I pushed the head of my cock between her lips just as I placed my palms on either side of her hips and leaned over her, in the sixty-nine position. With my tongue, I skillfully maneuvered between her pussy lips and flicked her clit.

The vibration of her shocked cry ran up my shaft.

Without warning, I thrust.

She choked as her teeth scraped the sensitive skin on the underside of my shaft. The pain only spurred me on.

I thrust again, feeling the resistance at the back of her throat against my cock head.

Her fingernails clawed at my thighs as her legs kicked out.

My hands clamped around her hips, keeping her in place, as I thrust my own hips again.

This time, the bulbous head of my cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle at the top of her throat.

She gurgled and choked on my shaft as I shoved deeper down her throat.

Using my grip on her hips, I shifted my hands under her body to cup her ass. I then lifted my arms, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth.

Christ, her mouth was tight and wet.

I flicked her clit harder with my tongue, lapping up the sweet cream of her arousal. I needed her to come again before I would allow my own release.

Her thighs wrapped around my head and squeezed as I lifted my torso even higher. This movement pushed my hips forward. My balls rested against her face as I forced her to swallow my shaft to the base.

I thrust backward, pulling out for a moment to allow her to suck in a gasping breath.

As I tilted my head to the side, I playfully nipped at her inner thigh with my teeth. "I won't stop face fucking your pretty mouth until you come, understand me?"

"I can't. It's too much! I can't," she responded breathlessly, her nails digging into my thighs in a feeble attempt to keep me from pushing back inside.

"Then you'll be choking on my cock all night until you do," I said before I pushed deep inside the sweet warmth of her mouth again.

It was extreme, and I'd never dream of engaging in this type of rough sexual play with a virgin, or someone less experienced than my future bride.

However, I knew there were two critical things that needed to happen if our marriage was to have any chance of success.

The first was she needed to recognize my authority.

And the second was I needed to recognize her need for validation through sex. A need that had driven her to seek ever increasingly taboo and kinky sexual experiences. Just one of those being fucking her father's soldati, only to move on to the even more dangerous capos.

Only through the hot sting of the lash would I be able to achieve both objectives with her.

Knowing her clit was still stimulated from the electrical pulses, I knew, better than she, that she was capable of another intense orgasm.

Increasing the rhythm of my tongue, I laved, licked, and flicked the tiny nub until her thighs clenched around my ears, her body stiffening and her hips bucking.

The moment the ripples of her release ceased, I lowered her legs back to the bed.

Gazing down at her pink lips stretched around my thick shaft, I knew I wouldn't last much longer either. "That's it, baby. Swallow my cock. Choke on it."

She gasped as I pulled back, then thrust in.

By now, her gag reflex had weakened. My cock slipped easily down the column of her throat. Fascinated, I gently wrapped my hand around her neck and felt the press of my cock through her thin skin against my palm as I thrust.

"Fuck, baby. You're being such a good girl by taking my cock down your tight little throat," I rasped as my balls tightened.

The pressure along my shaft increased.

"Here it comes, baby. Don't you dare fucking spit it out this time," I growled.

After several long thrusts, I threw my head back and roared as I shot my come into her mouth.

Her shoulders shook as she choked.

I pulled back slightly, fisting my shaft and watching my come coat her tongue, then pool inside her mouth.

Using the head of my cock, I traced her lips. "Swallow."

With her mouth open and filled with come, she shook her head slightly while breathing through her nose.

Stretching my arm out, I retrieved the riding crop from its precarious perch near the footboard.

Without warning, I whipped both her nipples as I pressed the electric shock button.

Her legs curled up as she cried out… allowing my come to slip down her throat.

She choked again, and then turned onto her side as she swallowed it all.

I perched on the edge of the bed, running my thumb across her lips and collecting the drops of come from the corners before holding her jaw and pushing my finger between her lips. "Suck."

She blinked several times up at me as she closed her lips around the base of my thumb and sucked the come off it.

To help her resist the temptation to impulsively talk back to me despite the painful lesson she just learned, I kept my thumb in her mouth. "I hope you appreciate that I've shown you the kindness you failed to show my staff."

Her brow furrowed as she pulled on my wrist, attempting to dislodge my thumb. "Kumdpness?"

"You'd be wise to remember… a stable master doesn't break in a pony with taps from a riding crop while she is tucked into her stall."

She stilled.

I thrust my thumb in and out of her mouth to emphasize my point. "He forces her to accept the weight of his body on her back and ruthlessly rides her repeatedly while whipping her bare ass. Until all the fight has left her body and she learns to accept her new master."

A jolt of awareness rocked her body with my thinly veiled threat.

After freeing my thumb, I leaned over her and forcefully yanked her hair, tilting her head back. "Tonight, I respected your wish for no true sex until marriage?—"

Although I knew she was only requesting consideration to delay the inevitable.

"—but defy or disrespect me again and next time there will be no such kindness."