Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

“Punishment?”

“Pleasure.”

I cracked the belt across his ass before he had a chance to respond to that. He muffled his cry against the comforter.

I wanted to tell him to go ahead and scream, to be as loud as he wanted, but my family was too close by, and while I didn’t care if they heard, I was sure Cameron wouldn’t want to face them at breakfast if they did.

“Can you keep quiet enough that no one will hear?”

He glared up at me. “Yes, goddammit.”

“If you can’t, I’ll have to gag you. There are some things even my cousin doesn’t need to know about.”

I snapped the belt across his ass again, and he squirmed, trying to get away. I laid an arm over his waist, holding him against me. “Hurts a lot more than my hand, doesn’t it?”

He muttered a “fuck you” into the mattress. I brought the belt down again, loving how it reddened his skin.

23

Cameron

Each blow from Angelo’s belt hurt worse than the last. But just the thought of that worn leather in his hand made me hot as fuck. It was exactly like the fantasy I’d indulged in the night he’d refused to let me come.

I was so hard I couldn’t help but rock my hips. I thought Angelo would tell me to stop, to hold myself still, but he didn’t. If I kept rubbing against him, I was going to come. I would never have imagined I could get off while over a man’s lap being spanked, but everything with Angelo went beyond any fantasy I’d ever had, and I wasn’t even embarrassed by my reactions anymore.

I gave in to how damn good it felt to let him take control. The tension melted from my body when I didn’t have to worry about anything except trying to breathe through the pain so it didn’t overtake me. Every time I got scared I couldn’t take more, I’d focus on the ache in my cock and forget the difference between pain and pleasure.

Angelo cracked the belt across my ass harder than ever, and I bit down on the comforter to keep from crying out.

He stopped then and caressed my sore ass. “Is that enough, baby? Are you going to remember to obey me, to let me take care of you?”

I writhed, rubbing my cock against the bed, nearly out of my mind with need. “Please! Angel, please.”

“Please take care of you?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean, please. I need you. Need to come.”

“I’ll take care of you in every way, discipline you, protect you from harm, and give you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.” He slowly moved his hand up my spine, then massaged the back of my neck. “I love the way you relaxed against me. I love giving you what you need.”

I realized, illogical as it seemed, spanking me was one of the ways Angelo cared for me. He was letting me know he saw what I desired even more clearly than I did, and he was going to make sure I got it.

He leaned over far enough to pull the nightstand drawer open and grab the supplies we needed. He laid them on the bed, then he leaned back on his elbows. “Straddle me, Cam.”

I did what he said even though I could barely think straight. I reached for the condom, but my fingers were too clumsy to get the packet open, so Angelo took it from me, pulled out the condom, and rolled it on. As he slicked up his shaft, I positioned myself so he could guide it to my hole.

My ass burned from the spanking, but that only heightened the pleasure as I lowered myself onto him. I didn’t go slow. I wanted every inch of him inside me. When my ass was flush against his thighs and stinging both inside and out, I looked up at him.

“Angel, I…” I wanted to explain how I felt, but I didn’t know how to do that without saying too much. I was certain now that I loved him, but I doubted he wanted to hear those loaded words. I hadn’t said them to anyone in a very long time and only ever to family, most of whom ended up disappointing me.

He reached up and pushed my hair out of my face. “It’s okay, baby. Just ride me. Just let yourself go.”

“I… I can come?”

“Yes, you took your punishment so well. You can come for me now. I want to see you shatter.”

“You’re doing it,” I confessed. “You’re shattering me, breaking me.”

“I’m just breaking through your barriers and making you mine.”

Fuck yes, I wanted that. I didn’t care about the past. I didn’t care that I’d wanted to be completely independent. I needed this man.

I lifted off his cock, then brought myself back down fast. He groaned and reached for my hips. I couldn’t stop after that. I worked myself against him, rolling my hips, then bracing myself on his chest as he wrapped his hand around my cock. I knew I was lost. I was going to come any second.