Sharon
His face fell from happy to confused and suspicious when he saw her.
“Hey,” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“Hi!” Sharon said happily, a fake smile plastered on her nervous face.
“What were you doing in there?” Vittorio asked dubiously. He clearly wasn’t happy.
“Um, nothing,” Sharon lied. She had never been a good liar and she was sure he could see right through her. She winced when he made a move to walk into the bedroom.
He pushed past Sharon and muttered, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Sharon cringed. When she turned around, her stomach dropped. She’d left the panel open, just a crack. It was completely obvious what she had been doing before he got home.
“You’re, uh, home early,” Sharon said meekly. He really was home early. The sun hadn’t even set yet. She hadn’t expected him to be home before she’d get a chance to hide her little secret. I’m so screwed, she thought.
“No kidding,” Vittorio replied, a dark creeping anger in his voice.
Sharon watched as he stalked around the bed and snatched her little yellow notes off the floor.
“Real cute,” he snapped, holding up the note covered in hearty doodles and his name. The bite in his tone struck Sharon like a slap. She felt her face grow hot with shame. He squinted at the second note, the one with the date on it.
“Fuckin’ figured it out, didn’t you?” Vittorio spat. His shoulders were tense; rage emanated from his very being.
Sharon was actually afraid of Vittorio. The malice in his eyes and the tight set of his jaw reeked of menace. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do to her.
“Get over here,” he commanded, pointing at the bed in front of him.
Sharon timidly crept towards him, her entire body braced for his chastening.
Vittorio put a hand on her back and shoved her down roughly; her knees on the floor, body on the bed. He yanked down her soft cotton shorts and slapped her hard across the ass. Sharon smarted from the burning sting of his strike.
“I thought I told you to remember your place,” he growled. He slapped her again, even harder this time. His spanks were no longer playful but punishing. “Did you not learn your lesson the first time?”
“N-No, I guess I didn’t,” Sharon stammered meekly.
At her admission, he struck her again. His powerful slaps were really starting to hurt.
“Well, I’m gonna teach you today,” he ensured her.
Another slap. Sharon squirmed under the pain. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the plain bedroom.
She yelped as he continued to work at her behind like he was reprimanding a naughty child. “I-I’m sorry!” she cried.
“You have no idea how sorry you are,” Vittorio grumbled.
He wrapped his hands around her soft hips and lifted her so that her knees were on the soft duvet. Sharon’s body was practically folded in half, her ass was raised so high.
“Stay just like that,” he instructed. “If you move, I’ll punish you harder.”
Sharon nodded and pressed her face against the duvet. Her womanhood was already sore from the daily sex he’d subjected her to over the last two weeks, but she wasn’t about to challenge an angry Vittorio.
Vittorio smacked her ass hard again. Sharon shook and cried out in pain. “Ow!”
“Oh honey, you don’t know ‘ow’,” Vittorio snarled. He slapped her sensitive cunt again. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never had. This isn’t for you, this is just for me. You’re my toy, do you understand?”
Sharon shuddered. “Y-Yes I… I understand.”
Vittorio slapped each of her reddened, raw cheeks. Behind her, Sharon heard him undo his belt and chuckle to himself. He muttered, “Perfect.”
Before Sharon could wonder what he meant, she felt the sharp bite of leather across her fleshy haunches. She winced but did her best to stay in place like Vittorio had commanded. Vittorio whipped her with the belt again and she couldn’t help an agonized little moan.
“You going to start behaving?” Vittorio asked her as he brutalized her a third time.
“Yes!” Sharon cried, desperate for him to stop.
“I don’t believe you,” he told her.
She heard a swish of fabric as Vittorio stripped himself. Before long, his engorged cock was pushing into her. The rounded, rock-hard head rubbed her sore insides and she couldn’t help but shudder around the ever-pleasant fullness of having Vittorio buried inside her.
Just like he promised, Vittorio started pumping himself in and out of Sharon’s soaking slit with a speed and ferocity Sharon hadn’t felt before. He bottomed out inside her with every powerful thrust, striking a bit of pain in her core amid the earth-quaking pleasure. He grabbed fistfuls of her ass and used her own body as leverage to force more of his giant cock inside her.
“You gonna stop being a bad girl now?” Vittorio panted, still fucking Sharon just hard enough that it felt just as good as it hurt.
“Y-yes,” Sharon cried. “I’ll be a good girl, I p-promise.”
“Yeah you fuckin’ will,” Vittorio encouraged.
He pulled himself out of Sharon and shoved her ass hard with both hands so that she somersaulted backwards onto her back. He grabbed her hair and dragged her towards him until her head hung off the side of the bed. Before she could catch her breath, Vittorio forced his cock into her mouth. Sharon moaned and groaned around his cock, the vibrations in her throat setting him off even more.
“Good girl,” he groaned. Vittorio held both sides of her face and pushed his solid cock as deep into her neck as she could. Sharon gagged, saliva dripping out of both corners of her eyes, her view of his tightening balls blurred by tears.
Just when Sharon thought she was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation, Vittorio pulled back his throbbing member. He stroked it with his hand until it erupted, hot semen covering Sharon’s face. Before she could sit up, Vittorio put a heavy hand on her face, smearing his cum into her eyes and mouth.
Sharon had never felt so degraded… or so alive.
Vittorio walked out of the room, leaving a panting Sharon alone on the bed. She let her head hang off the bed, lost in her Vittorio-induced high. She kept her eyes shut. She could still feel the sticky semen on her eyelids. What a rush, she thought.
Vittorio came back into the room with a towel, which he tossed across the bed. It landed on Sharon’s chest and she used it to wipe off her face.
“Thanks,” she told him gratefully.
“You’re welcome,” Vittorio said dryly. He kept his eyes down as he dressed himself. A dribble of sweat dotted his brow.