Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 57

Dimi lowered herself awkwardly over his lap, her hands landing on the deck on the side of the lounge chair and her head dangling over the edge. She rubbed her forehead nervously and then jumped when Miklos warm hand ran over the roundness of her bottom.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he chuckled at her nerves. He gripped her a*s with both of his hands and massaged her cheeks as if relishing her position. “I like these,” he said as he traced the pattern of lace on her underwear. The sudden tearing as he ripped them from the top the bottom made her gasp. “Ah, my little wife, these are soaked through.” He held them to her face, “open.”

“I’m not putting my underwear in my mouth.”

“It’s your juices, from your body, open,”

“No.” She defied him. She was rewarded with one hard smack on her bare bottom, and she screamed at it. “That f*****g hurt!”

When her mouth opened to yell at him, he put the scrap of lace between her teeth. “Drop them and the rest will be far more painful.

“This is humiliating,” she grumbled over the fabric blushing bright red at her position.

He paused at her words, “is it really humiliating, my love? Is it embarrassment which makes your body weep for me?”

She shook her head unable to speak. She did not want him to stop, and she was not really embarrassed.

“My love, if you are truly feeling this as humiliation and not the pleasure, we both know it can be, then I will stop now, and we can replace something else to pass the time.”

“No!” she yelled it louder than she had intended and was rewarded with a low chuckle

“Shall I continue then collecting the debt of your punishment?”

She nodded shyly and let her head fall back down.

His hand was massaging the spot he’d struck and then without warning he delivered a far less painful strike to her other cheek. She wriggled against his lap at the movement.

Dimitra admitted, the second slap had felt much less forceful as the first and the immediate rubbing of her flesh by his large hands felt more tender than painful. As he began placing deliberately slaps to her bottom, each one making her buttocks ache in a way she was embarrassed to say felt delicious to her, she realized she was astonishingly aroused. His lap was likely covered in the dampness her panties had hidden and she whimpered with need as he reached ten strikes to her bottom.

With each slap, his hand took at least a minute before the next to massage and manipulate her flesh and she was biting down with the need to beg him to just f**k her instead. She needed him. The more she lay over his lap her p***y wriggling on his bare hairy leg made her vastly aware of his power and masculinity and she needed the most masculine part of him thrusting deep inside her.

When he delivered another smack, she m****d inadvertently and closed her eyes at his dark chuckle, but he was wordless as he delivered his punishment to her. When he slipped his fingers through her a*s cheeks to draw the wetness up to her butt, she closed her eyes tightly and ground her teeth tight on the panties wishing she could scream and let the o****m she realised was building erupt. If she came while he spanked her, she would never hear the end of it and she knew it. She tried to ignore his obvious pleasure of making her submit to him but there was something so decadently devilish in his focus on her a*s it was making her lose concentration on not spiraling without him so much as touching her seeping slit.

He slapped her again and she writhed against it, his muscular leg pressing against her s*x, and she almost cried with the s****l frustration she was feeling. He delivered the final few blows with her barely able to hold onto her sanity. This was far more exciting than anything she’d ever done in her life. The one time she had let a man strike her in the parlor she’d ran, he’d ran a paddle on her a*s and by the fifth strike she’d used her safe word, got off the table and dropped him to the floor like a sack of flour. This, this was trust on an entirely different level. It was intimate, sexy, painful, and punishing but wonderfully blissful and weirdly made her feel connected to Miklos in a way she had not expected. For each smack to her bottom there was tender, sweet attention.

Lost in her thoughts as the relief of the last slap rang into the air, she let a muffled sob escape her lips and then the metal screeching of the lounger chair being dropped flat backwards had her look in confusion. Then Miklos with all the power of his strong frame was grabbing her h**s and dragging them up his torso.

She realized with a start what he was doing and almost shrieked with the surprise of his movements. “Miklos, I –”

“you are so f*****g wet my legs are soaked with it. I’m tasting what I created.” He pulled her legs around either side of his head as he lay flat on the lounge chair and nestled her opening right over his face and speared her middle with his tongue with a satisfied g***n.

He began sucking and slurping her in loud hungry noises, moaning as he devoured her wetness and she shivered at the depravity of his actions. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself as he feasted on her like a starved man and she g*****d as his hands were gripping her a*s, still stroking, and rubbing her a*s as he ground her down hard onto his face. She came hard and fast at the way his tongue stroked her deep inside and the way his chin applied pressure to her softness. His fingernails digging into her skin as his beard rubbed her sensitive skin as he dove as deep as he could as if worried, he’d miss a droplet of her.

She was panting and breathless as she came down from her o****m and ready to beg him to stop when he pulled away momentarily to order, in his most commanding voice, to get his c**k out of his shorts and suck him off.

“Well,” she thought to herself, “since he asked so nicely,” she fumbled frantically to get him out of the shorts she shoved down past his knees. His thick rigid shaft sprung up to her and she sighed happily and drew him deep into her mouth. His tongue was f*****g her with ferocity while his rod echoed his movements into her mouth.

She grabbed her hair and wound it into a pony in her hand so she could suck him without it being in her way and she whimpered loudly, almost complainingly when his hands slipped from her a*s to between her thighs to pull her open and shove a finger in with his tongue. His nose was too close to her a*s if she were going to think about it with the way he moved but she forced herself to focus on the task he’d assigned her. Then she yelped when his fingers filled her and his tongue moved upward, around her a*s and rimmed her.

“Miklos, no,”

“Oh yes,” he growled hotly and began playing with her a*s. “Keep sucking Dimitra. Don’t take my c**k out of your mouth until I tell you to.”

“Oh s**t,” she cried as his fingers were meticulously bringing her to pleasure while his tongue was being remarkably adept at tormenting her in a way, she’d never let any man touch her before. She was coming again, and he knew it and just as she started to fall into the swirling abyss of her climax, he shoved his finger deep into her a*s and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her entire body shuddered from tip to toe.

She was aware of nothing other than his hands, tongue, hard length as he teased her body through the climax and then abruptly, he was lifting her off him. She was shaking and shuddering as he lifted her to straddle him in the chair and plunged her down fast and hard on his thickness. How he’d aligned them up so perfectly, so easily she would question later but as he stroked himself up and inside her she was powerless to do anything. She let him take full control as he held her h**s and pummeled her soaking body. The squelching noises of the liquids pouring from her body and his rapid thrusting echoed around them.

“Take the shirt off. I want to watch you bounce on me.”

She ripped her shirt off at his direction. She unclipped the front of her bra and let if all behind her while he didn’t miss a stroke. “Miklos, if you keep it up, I’m going to c*m again.”

“Good,” his fingers were pinching her skin as he rocked her h**s over him. “We did this the other night on the beach and all I’ve been wanting to watch you in broad daylight f*****g me. f**k your husband, Dimitra. Ride me the way you should. You said you wanted to take what was yours, take it.” He pounded her hard when he ordered her to touch her breasts and play with them while he watched.

She rode him hard and rocked her h**s back and forth grinding on him. His hand slipped down and played with the swollen nub just above where they were joined, and she gasped at the touch.

“So, f*****g wet, Dimitra.” He swore as he pulled his hand back and licked his fingers and then slid it back to her clit. “I need you to come again, baby. Come for me, please. I want to flood the deck with your cum.”

“Miklos,” she felt him playing with her while he pushed her past the brink of her control.

Her hair was soaked and matted with sweat as he coaxed her with dirty filthy commands about all the ways he wanted to use her body. She was shivering with the intensity of his attentions and collapsed on his chest when she came down from her high. He was still, unmoving as she begged him to wait. “So sensitive,” she pressed k****s to his neck and jaw.

He wound his fingers into her hair and pulled her face to him and kissed her deeply, rolling them in the lounger until she was under them, his lips never leaving hers. He thrust deep and slow inside her while he kissed her, swallowing her cries as he shoved his tongue into her mouth.

He tasted of her, and his lips were salty and sweaty, his beard scratching her chin and cheeks as he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. She could feel her body clenching around his thickness while he slowed his pace to give her a few minutes reprieve from his intensity.

He knitted his fingers through her hair at her scalp and lifted his face inches from hers, staring into her eyes while he rotated his h**s and ground them together. “My beautiful Dimitra. My wife. My beautiful woman. I want to watch you come and then I’m going to fill you with my come. Are you ready to come one more time for your husband my beautiful wife?”

“Yes, oh god yes,” she ran her fingertips over his biceps and shoulders and pulled his head back to hers to claim his lips.

Her back arched to pull him deeper into her, clenching him tight him inside her. His m**n of approval had her wrapping her legs tighter around his middle and when she felt herself getting close, she wanted closer to him. The hair on his chest scratched her delicate n*****s, another source of pleasure. When pleasure erupted inside her he swallowed her screams of pleasure sucking her lips and mouth to his and then he was pulling his head back and shouting loudly with his own o****m.

“f**k,” he g*****d as his stiffened body relaxed over her. “I might need ten minutes to recuperate.”

She giggled under him holding him tight to her. “Who knew a punishment could end like this?”

“I did,” he nuzzled her neck playfully. “I knew the minute I contemplated slapping this gorgeous a*s of yours I’d be watching it jiggle under my hand and I’d want to be buried balls deep.”

“You watched my a*s jiggle,” she burrowed her face in his neck blushing bright red.

“Yes. Your a*s is the stuff of my fantasies.”

“Miklos,” she protested refusing to look at him as he tried to pull back to look at her.

“Look at me, Dimitra,” he spoke softly. “Look at me, agape mou.”

She released her tight grip, met his eyes, and saw the gentleness there.

“I love you. Every square inch of you. This body is beautiful, lethal, powerful, and perfect. I never want you to hide or feel embarrassed by it. It isn’t shame which makes me want to keep this body to myself. I could be in you twenty-three of twenty-four hours and be sad I missed an hour. I love the way your body moves. Take pride in the way you and this body have control over me because it is what no woman has ever done before. You,” he stroked her cheek softly as he spoke to her heart, “you make me l**t in a way I never experienced. I will never get enough of you. I adore you and I am eternally grateful I get to spend the rest of my life worshipping the vessel which harbours the most beautiful heart I’ve ever known.”

“Miklos,” she felt tears welling at his words as he placed a very tender k**s to her mouth.

“Come. Let’s get off the lounger and get cleaned up for dinner. I believe someone confiscated the crabs, so we are having pasta.”

She giggled at his words. “I would say yes but I’m not certain my legs will function. They are quite shaky.”

She lazily watched him through heavy eyes as he laughingly pulled up his shorts which were still hooked around one ankle. He was not wrong in his earlier statement she passed out from his lovemaking. He searched for her shorts and t-shirt and bra. He tucked her bra into his pocket and collected her torn panties.

“That’s the second pair this week you’ve torn.” She rose on elbows to watch him knowing she hadn’t exaggerated her lack of strength. He’d worn her out.

“I know. I’m starting a collection,” he winked at her with a smirk. He helped her into her shorts, kneeling at her feet to support her while she stood on vibrating legs. He placed a k**s to the inside of her thigh. “I might buy an entire case of lace panties to rip off you.”

Dimi shook her head at his words, “silly man.” She lifted her arms up and let him put her top back on her and adjusting it over her breasts. “Did your mother really suggest you let a bunch of men rail me over a weekend?”

“She did. The woman is nasty. I cannot believe she birthed me. No wonder my father goes nowhere without her.”

“Mrs. K told me they do absolutely nothing without each other’s consent.”

“Why does Mrs. K know this? Did she ever?” his lips were pulled back in horror as he contemplated what he was about to ask.

“No. She swears the only man she has ever been with was her husband.”

“Just like you,” he tapped her nose playfully.

“I don’t think I would like the kind of marriage your parents have,” she said suddenly as she watched him move the lounger into a folded position and put it away. “I am discovering I really don’t ever want to share what is mine.”

“Considering what I put you through, it is no wonder.” He gave her a sideways glance. “You have nothing to fear, however. I promise to be faithful to you and make restitution for every day I betrayed you. When I told you last week you will be the last woman I am with. I meant it. You are the last for me Dimitra.”

“Being last Miklos, is far more important than being first,” she said suddenly seeing the impact her words had on him when he froze while securing the lounger in its appropriate spot. “I don’t care how many women you were with before me. Twenty, thirty, fifty or a hundred. All I care about is I am the last. The rest do not matter as they are in the past. We need to leave them there where they belong, and you need to stop bringing it up.”

He turned to face her, swallowing visibly at her words. “Dimitra, I feel guilt. I could tell you how sorry I am a thousand times per day and still it will not assuage the guilt I have. I wish there were a way to make what I’ve done up to you and I am at a loss. I hurt you. I hurt you terribly with my actions and I am struggling to make it right for both of us.”

“Did you ever, before I came home last week intend to make our marriage real?”

“No.” he was truthful. “I allowed bitterness and anger to fill me and told myself at best we would do IVF in a petri dish and at worst we would ride the wave until your thirtieth and then we would cut our losses and just both move on.”

“I also didn’t believe our marriage was real. I wanted it to be real, but I knew in my heart of hearts it was not real. It was a contract on paper because you told me from the beginning. You set the rules from day one and we both followed them. Today though,” she pointed downward, “right here, right now where I stand, I believe this marriage is real and valuable. It is what I want. I will not, I refuse, to let what happened in the past taint the beauty which could be our future. You are not the only control freak in this relationship Miklos. I also like to be in command and to give orders and from this day, this moment forward, I do not want to hear of your guilt, your need to make things up to me or how you regret your past. Your past and my past had to happen to bring us to where we are today. I am stronger and more resilient than I ever dreamed I could be from the things I’ve been through. As your equal, as your partner, as your wife, your lover, your friend, I am adding to my list of demands from Sunday night you are never to bring up the past list of lovers again. Not because it upsets me to know but because it upsets me you are stuck in a past of regret. You want to make it up to me, Miklos, then move forward with me. Just forward. Stop looking backward.”

He stepped towards her with a glint in his eye, “is this an order from the head of the Lykiaos-Laskaris family?”

“It is. Heed it well,” she stepped into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You know my mother –”

“You mother can k**s my a*s,” she said bluntly. “This is our marriage. Not hers, not my mother’s, not my father’s. This is you and me and the rest of the world can go to hell. I will quickly put in place anyone who dares defy my order to let sleeping dogs lie.”

“You are sexy when you are giving commands.” He nuzzled her neck.

“I might be a tad hangry,” she grinned back as he swooped her up in his arms and began carrying her in the direction of the cabin.

“Then I will take you to our room and get your settled in our bed with your weakened legs and I will bring dinner to you in bed.”

“You will bring dinner to me in bed?”

“Yes. I will. I am but your humble servant, my beautiful wife.”

He pushed the door open and frowned as he took in the lock, “I forgot I broke the lock.”

“You do kick in a lot of doors,” she giggled as he lay her in the middle of their bed.

“At this rate I’ll need to add a carpenter to our staff,” he kissed her cheek sweetly. “You should take a quick shower while I go grab our dinner. If I help you shower, you’ll be passed out without eating.” He teased her.

“I agree,” she stroked his cheek softly, “another round with you right now and I’ll be sleeping until we dock on Friday. I’ll clean up and meet you right here.”

“Good. I will be back soon,” he kissed her one more time and left her in their room

She watched him leave the room with a small smile curving her lips. His broad shoulders strong and his spine straight with those of a man who had felt the burden of his past lifted from his mind. She knew her words had settled an ache in his soul. She had not spoken the words she knew he wanted to hear from her. But there was no forgiveness to be had for either of them. They both had disregarded the vows they made, though he with more frequency and intensity than she. She had spent many a night wrapped up in the arms of a man she had loved. He had not loved another woman while she had let herself fall in love, be intimate with Ben in a way had her vows meant something she should never have done. She had planned and contemplated a future with Ben, spoke of children and family. Yet she felt no guilt for her past relationships and for this reason, she could not allow Miklos to wallow in his own. What was done was done. The future was theirs. They needed only seize it.