Caged: A Dark Mafia Romance

Once we had her out of the car, I ordered, “Bend her over the hood.”

Vinny did as I asked with very little effort. Now that Nayla wasn’t in the backseat and at an odd angle for us to get a hold of, we once again had the upper hand with strength, and my six foot, five inch tall driver who was nothing but a solid mass of muscle didn’t have to even try hard to hold her over the hood and keep her in place.

Her panties had been completely shed during her struggle, so she was totally bare from the waist down. Vinny had already lifted her shirt when he bent her over. Her white ass still had blotches of pink from her earlier spanking delivered by my hand. A spanking that clearly hadn’t taught her a thing.

I unbuckled my belt and yanked it through the loops in one big swoosh. The fact that Nayla looked over her shoulder at me, told me that she had heard the noise herself. Her eyes widened even more as her mouth fell open.

“Let me go,” she said as she tried to break free from Vinny’s grasp. The brute of a man simply moved to the side but kept her pinned down onto the hood and took a hold of her hands in his.

“You better not hit me with that belt,” Vinny said with a chuckle. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry. I have the perfect target in front of me.”

I was speaking of Nayla’s perfect ass. I’d had no intention of fucking her when this all began, but after seeing her ass bent over my lap, spanking her wet pussy and feeling her inner walls tighten around my finger as she mewled in want and in protest… I was seriously rethinking that plan.

I glanced around, making sure I saw no people in the distance and no approaching cars. I needed to get her inside within the safety of the walls as quickly as possible, but I was also a man of my word and acted immediately. I told her what I would do if she struck out at me, and she sure as fuck did that, so it was time for her to pay for her crime.

I folded over the leather of the belt in my hand and approached. “You were warned, Miss Bell.”

She remained silent, though I could see how hard she was breathing and could almost hear the inaudible curses going on in her head. Part of me wanted to listen to each and every one. I found her strength and fire damn sexy, even though my fucking nose throbbed and could very well be broken.

The sound of leather on her backside was truly a beautiful sound. Lash after lash, I brought the belt down upon her naked ass.

Primal, raw, forbidden and yet so old-fashioned and pure.

Her body tensed with every whip of my belt, and she raised up on her toes, but she did not plead for mercy. I think stronger men twice her size would have already cried out for me to stop.

But not Nayla.

I could hear her gasps with every blow of my leather, and I could see her flinching, but she never begged. She couldn’t move due to Vinny, but a part of me believed she would have submitted to my belting regardless if she was held in place or not.

As welts were forming on her white cheeks, I decided that I would cut this discipline short. We still had a lot to accomplish, and I didn’t trust being out in the open for long. That, and my cock was raging hard, and if I didn’t stop now, I would have to plunge it deep inside of her right there on the hood of the car. I was a dirty, kinky bastard, but I wasn’t up for fucking in front of one of my soldiers.

“If I stop, are you going to behave?” I asked, ready to bring the belt down again if I had to.

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she said, both the tone of her voice and the complete lack of tension in her body as she laid over the hood signaling her defeat.

“Take off her t-shirt,” I ordered Vinny as I placed my belt back through the hoops of my pants.

Vinny did so with zero fight from Nayla. I had whipped her into submission… for now. I knew that submission only lasted for so long, and I would need to force it upon her again soon enough.

I stood before her, locking my eyes with hers even though the sight of Nayla standing there completely nude nearly took my breath away.

Was it necessary to have Nayla completely naked in order for her to obey me?

No.

But it sure as hell didn’t hurt.

“I’m not a man you can fuck with,” I warned.