Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 56

Dimitra came out of the bathroom and noted her phone sitting in the middle of the bed and looked around for Miklos. She had put him on her screen, revealed her new boyfriend to her family and then took off topside like a coward to let him answer their questions.

She rifled through the wardrobe looking for something to wear since it was now late afternoon and sunbathing on the top deck of the yacht was no longer an option. She decided on a pair of very short shorts and a crop top and slipped her flip-flops on and went in search of her husband.

She started in his office, but the door was closed and when she opened it to peek in, the lights were off, his computer shut down. She returned to the living area, but he also wasn’t there. She went to the open deck areas of the ship looking for his tall frame among a handful of the guys there, but he wasn’t there either.

She was about to go look in the galley when she heard his voice floating down from overhead and she realized he was on the upper deck. She climbed the stairs and found him on a lounger, his eyes closed and talking into his cell phone. She eavesdropped without remorse.

“My friend, I love you like a brother, but I am staying out of it. My wife will have my balls on a plate which she will present to Darya to mutilate if I get mixed up any further than I already have.” He listened to whatever it was Kostas said and gave a biting chuckle, “while I appreciate your sense of adventure, I will warn you Dimitra has told me Darya is very good with a whip. Be careful she does not flay you alive with it. I said it before, if I am the trial run, you are f****d.” He opened one eye as if feeling he was being observed and shook his head at her for rudely listening to his conversation. “Speaking of wives, mine has just snuck up on me. She and I need to have a chat about throwing me under the bus her father was driving. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up his phone. “What you did to me was not cool.”

She giggled at his words. “I feel if I had brought a man home, my father would want one-on-one time with him. You simply got what any other man would have gotten.”

“I would have been the one doing the questioning if you brought another man home or have you forgotten your father’s earlier words.”

“Mm.” she gave a toss of her head as she leaned against the railing backwards, her elbows resting on the edge. She watched him lounging. “You appear to be wound tightly. Like a coil ready to spring.”

“I am. You,” he shook his finger at her, “ran off and left me to answer questions from four people with four very different views on your revelation.”

“How different?”

“Well first I had to convince your father I didn’t have you and another woman on the boat to share. He was hard to convince the voice he heard was yours. Then he insisted I had put you up to the demands you made at which point I told him you’d presented me with an even more detailed list of demands, and he got off far lighter than I had. He seemed satisfied to know you put up the good fight. He also told me to meddle with your birth control and get him a baby sooner rather than later. He fears dying and wants to hold your likeness as a baby at least once before he dies. I told him I was capable of many things but fishing for your IUD wasn’t one of them. He was quite disappointed in my lack of initiative.”

She laughed at his words.

“Your mother cried real tears and begged me to make sure I understood how special you are because,” he held her gaze thoughtfully, “she understands the difficulty of living with a Lykiaos and their personality and worried I might kill you in a fit of rage. Her exact words were, ‘Miklos, I know she can be difficult but please do not harm my little girl’.”

“She did not!” Dimitra scowled at her husband.

“She most assuredly did which caused an argument between her and your father and for the first time in my life, I understand why you hid in your room when they fought. She is as ruthless and stubborn as he is when she has her mind set.”

“True story,” she grinned at him. “Poor mama.”

“Then my father,” he was moving his lounge chair into a more upright position, “demanded to know whether my intentions with you were nefarious or honorable. The man who threatened in a legal document to remove everything from my power if I didn’t f**k you ahead of your thirtieth birthday, wanted to know if I had simply lied to you as Vasili instructed me to do to trick you into coming home or if I had recognized my true feelings for you and were going to actually behave like a good husband and the man you deserve.”

She wrinkled her nose, “Vasili ordered you to lie to me?”

“Multiple times. Told me to tell you whatever it was you wanted to hear and bring you home. He said he’d deal with your disrespect himself on at least ten different occasions. He wants you home Dimitra. He didn’t care how. He just wants you there. Nearly dying this year made him realize how much he’s missed you. He wants you close.”

“He can piss off. He goes about things with me the wrong way.” Dimitra said. “What did you tell your father? Was all of this an elaborate lie?”

He scowled at her question. “I told him the truth. I am too frightened of the ramifications of lying to you. I would quite likely replace myself buried alive in the middle of the Mojave with a voice recording of you singing as torture.”

“Hey!” She glared, “there’s nothing wrong with my singing.”

“You are not pitch perfect my love, but I am sure in a few years it won’t matter. Many of the men in my family go deaf by the age of sixty. Usually from firing guns in closed spaces but I could go deaf early from your caterwauling.”

“A*****e,” she folded her arms over her chest.

“I told my father I love you to pieces and I would tear anyone who tried to take you from me limb from limb.”

She felt her lips twist at his words. The way he looked at her when he spoke to her told her he meant what he was saying, and she felt it to her core. She wrapped her arms around her middle to avoid flinging herself at him.

“My mother,” he ruefully twisted his lips, “well, now, she was a whole other ball of wax.”

She grinned, “what did Nerida say?”

“She told me a Greek woman has special needs and if I want to ensure my wife remains satisfied and does not go looking elsewhere, I would do well to make sure I put your pleasure ahead of my own. Leonora left the room saying something about prayer and your father turned a bit green in the gills, right about the time, my mother mentioned how important it was to keep the flame alive and suggested I take you shopping for toys we could both use together.”

Dimitra paled at his words, “she said such things in front of my parents?”

“With great delight. I believe she is annoyed with your mother keeping her away from you for so long and your father for behaving like a boorish brute and me, she wants to see me squirm for putting you through hell the last eight years. Once your mother ran off to commune with God, my mother suggested in an attempt to make up the number of times I was unfaithful to our vows over the last eight years, you be allowed to take the same number of lovers,” at her grin he held up his hand displaying he hadn’t finished, “and let you have them all in one weekend and I be forced to watch and do nothing. She feels strongly you are a very passionate woman, and this would help release any inhibitions you may have. Your father then also left the room.”

“You had what fifty lovers in eight years? Could a woman handle fifty in a weekend?” She played Nerida’s game to her husband’s obvious shock and dismay

“You pass out from exhaustion after a handful of o*****s, so I’m not convinced of your stamina,” he rolled his eyes, “and I had maybe three a year for eight years so under thirty lovers and regardless, you are not f*****g anyone else but me. Ever.”

She giggled, “your mother’s heart is in the right place, but I can think of other ways you can make it up to me.”

“Such as?”

“Come to the parlor with me.”

“You are not flogging me,” he glared at her.

“No. I want to watch with you. I might also,” she bit her l*p nervously, “after our night on the beach, I might be open to letting someone else watch.”

“Dimitra!” her name a curse on his lips. “Are you out of your mind?”

“We would have special masks on so nobody would know who we are plus anyone who attends Mistress Kala’s must sign an NDA.”

“You would let your friends watch?”

“Ew, no. They’re my sisters. I don’t even want to think of them having s*x let alone them watch us. I mean, we’ve watched Darya flog people because she is beautiful to watch when she swings her whip but not for s****l purposes. It’s like watching art with her. I bet if there were twenty people in a room watching her strike a fully naked man on an inversion table, not one person in the room would be able to tell you the skin color of the naked man. It’s visual poetry. Ballet, horse riding and her willowy frame are visual perfection. Your mother,” she pointed at him seriously, “would love to watch her.”

“We will not be going to Mistress Kala’s.”

“Too bad.” She shrugged and gave an exaggerated playful sigh, “I was hoping to have you make it up to me.”

“Oh, I think the lifetime of losing my clothing, dignity and bowel function is enough payback.”

Dimitra threw her head back and laughed, “so were they all satisfied?”

“Well, your father did come back to the room and provided me several directives including how I must have a meeting with our fathers when we get back to go over my disrespect in lying to Vasili and putting him through the stress of thinking I could not replace you.” He gave a shrug as if he weren’t concerned, “otherwise, I believe they are content we are now a couple, f*****g ahead of your thirtieth birthday and our marriage is real.”

“How would they know?”

“You threw your bikini bottoms on his face, Dimitra. They know I’ve seen you naked.”

Her laugh dwindled at the notion. “I don’t think I like the idea of my parents knowing I have s*x.”

“Mine want us to have s*x with multiple people, Dimitra. Be content yours think we just sleep with one another.” He rubbed his forehead. “Now, you owe me something.”

“What do I owe you?”

“You have put me through the ringer this week. Pranks galore,” he picked up his sandal which had once gone missing and waved it at her, “culminating in you throwing me to the wolves twice today and running like a scared little b***h. You are getting your a*s paddled.”

“What if it makes me come?”

“All the better,” he lifted an eyebrow into his forehead. “Come here.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You come to me willingly to get spanked, or I am going to make a very flagrant display of chasing you through this ship, and I will catch you, and wherever I catch you, is where your a*s gets slapped and it won’t matter if it’s in the kitchen, the bathroom or over my desk. Make a choice, my little wife. Here, or will this be a chase?”

She admitted both options were titillating. Her panties were dampening by the second as she considered his words.

“What if you catch me and there are others around?” she c****d her head to one side daringly.

“I have already told the men on this ship you have a punishment coming to you and they are not to interfere and to leave the minute you attempt to drag one of them into it. They might be loyal to you Mrs. Laskaris but they are my men.”

“How many?”

“How many what?”

Dimi didn’t miss the way he was leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his eyes deadly focused on her. She was getting her a*s spanked one way or another.

“Spanks.”

“Since we have reconnected last Sunday, there have been multiple pranks and escapades and I believe on one particular occasion, I warned you for every day you defied in returning to me, I would punish you.”

“You also said I wouldn’t like the punishment.”

“Forgive me for being wrong. You did tell me in my office you felt a spanking was far too intimate to do with your husband.”

She remembered her words with a devilish grin, “I did say this, didn’t I?”

“You did. Your lack of respect is astounding.”

“I need a number.”

“The church scene, the bonfire, my clothing, my cars,” he gave a shudder at the memory of the fireworks, “the billboards, which brought an influx into the club from both men and women according to Helios so I might drop the punishment on this one.”

She chortled with laughter at his words.

He continued recalling their recent time together, “the airplane, the twerking blow up things, the poisoning and destruction of two of my bathrooms, the theft of my sandals, the theft of my underwear.”

“I can’t believe the guys didn’t notice them under the bathroom sink and you’re stuck commando all week. I’m not complaining.”

“It’s been liberating,” he grinned back at her. “I believe I’m at eleven, plus three days you delayed in being mine. Fourteen.”

“You forgot the seagulls.”

His eyes snapped to hers. “What about the seagulls?”

“I might have fed them on your balcony copious amounts of shrimp, ham and bread.” At his incredulous glare she grinned, “I thought you were a prudish old man living next door to me. You complained about my cursing Miklos, cursing, I might add, directed at you when you were f*****g with me on the other side of the wall.”

“Fifteen,” he held her eyes sternly, “it will be fifteen smacks to the a*s.”

“It seems a lot.” She wriggled against the railing at the thought of being put over his knee.

“If I have to chase you, it will be far less controlled.” He wasn’t backing down, “I have had a long exhausting day dealing with our parents and I would much prefer not to run. Come to me and it will be easier on both of us.”

“What if it hurts too much?” she asked suddenly, her eyes demonstrating a moment of vulnerability.

“Dimitra, it isn’t supposed to give you pleasure. This is all for my pleasure.” At her dropped open mouth, he patted his lap invitingly, “were you considering my pain when you made me jog fifteen minutes to my office closing off my street?”

“Oh, I was considering very much how much pain and discomfort you would experience,” she admitted with a wry grin.

“Ditto my love,” he held a hand towards her. “What will it be?”

“I feel I should run.”

“I implore you to reconsider. If I have to strip your a*s bare in front of the men on this ship, I’m adding a strike.”

“Giving in seems very un-Dimi-like.”

“Facing your problems head on seems very Dimitra like to me.” He countered.

“I do like to tackle things directly,” she agreed with a nod considering his words. “Is this going to be a regular occurrence in our marriage?”

“It depends on how much I can bend you to my will.”

“Then daily I presume?” she mocked his words with a sneer.

“We’ll have to invest in plushier furniture for you to rest your bruised arse on.”

“Mrs. K won’t like you putting hands on me.”

“Mrs. K told me this afternoon when I called her to ask what I should do with you to talk to you like a grown up and if this failed, to put you over my knee and give you spank.”

“Mrs. K would never.”

He grinned, “call her and ask her.”

“You called her today?”

“I did. She is more my grandmother than my own grandmothers. Her advice is always invaluable. I know she loves you more than she does me. If she told me to spank you, it was for your benefit, not mine.”

“I called her this week too. She’s the one who reminded me a Lykiaos would just take what they wanted and to hell with the world.”

“And what was it you wanted?”

“You.” Dimitra met his eyes directly. “She told me if I thought you would not make me happy, I should go and never be found again but if I loved you and it was what my heart told me to do, then I should take what is mine and make it mine. I made demands. You agreed. You now belong to me.” Dimitra said cockily.

“I will give her a raise and a bonus when we get home. I believe all this conversation is a stall tactic though. Are we running Dimitra or are you coming willingly to accept your fate?”

“What are you using?”

“Using?”

“To spank me? Hand, sandal, another beating implement you have hidden where I can’t see?”

“Where would I have a beating implement hidden on my body. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.”

She let her eyes rove his body aware of how dark and sun-kissed he’d gotten while they’d been on the boat the last few days. He was toasty and golden and the dark hair on his chest appeared lighter as if bleached from the sun. He was a gorgeous man. She could stare at him all day and never tire of the view.

“You’re ogling me woman.” He made a snort, “you can claim your husband later. You have a choice to make.”

“I’ll come to you.” She said suddenly as she kicked her flipflops off and breathed loudly.

“Shorts off.”

She looked over her shoulder to see if any of the men were still on the lower landing and there didn’t appear to be a single soul anywhere, she could see.

“They all went below deck. It is only you and I up here. Even the cameras are shut off.”

She took a hesitant step forward and unbuttoned her jean shorts and shimmied them down her h**s. She knew he was looking at the black lace panties she had put on from the way his tongue darted to his lips. This was absolutely giving him pleasure but she noted to herself it was a damn good thing the panties were black otherwise he’d see how wet they were from their dialogue. She was so turned on the only reason she’d kept her arms folded over her chest was to hide the hard n*****s.

“How do we do this?”

“You,” he motioned to his legs as he stretched out on the lounger, “are going to lay right across my lap and I’m going to use my hand, not the sandal though it seems fitting, on your a*s. You’re going to be red when I’m done my love.”

“I’m not a very submissive person Miklos,” she felt her footsteps falter as she got closer. She wasn’t really nervous, was she? It felt a very vulnerable thing to do to lay across a strong man’s lap and allow him to spank her.

“I know. It’s what makes this all the more exciting for me.”

She stopped just short of the lounge chair, “okay, let’s do this.”