40- The Sadists in Him - Part 2
Lucus
Spotting our little wife looking towards us with a face full of curiosity, I moved to change the subject forgetting she knew Italian as well in hopes of deflecting the situation at hand.
“Sweetheart,” I coo in hopes of sounding sincere. “How are you feeling? Is everything okay?” Normally, if it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t put forth the effort of being sincere. But for our wife, I would do anything for her.
“Ummm…” she hesitates, her focus moving back towards her plate. “I’m fine” wincing at the thought I move to put down my fork so I could better assist her situation.
“Come Sweetheart” I say, her attention now back on me as her eyes widen as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. You know I’m not a very patient man. And repeating myself isn’t my thing. Now come.” I say, adding a bit more force than meant to. But it was true, I really did hate repeating myself. And not being in a good mood didn’t help either.
Setting down her fork, she ever so slowly moves from her chair. Timidly approaching me as she did. Attempting to be gentle, I swiftly grab her by the wrist before pulling her closer to me. A tiny squeak can be heard as she gently bites her lip.
Placing a hand to her hip, she all but shuts her eyes as if scared I would punish her yet again for not listening. “Now then… I’ll only ask once, how are you feeling?” I offer, wanting her to be able to open up to us and be truthful when something was hurting her.
Pausing, as if choosing her words wisely, she finally moves to speak. “Sore… Happy now? I tried to ignore it but I just can’t.” And there it was, my little brat of a wife as she adds in a little sass to her words.
Choosing to ignore her sass and her words, I move to spin her around so that her face is now facing the others as I move to pin her against the table. Applying just enough pressure to her lower back I move to grab her pants before yanking down in front of everyone within the room.
“HEY!” she cries in alarm. “LUCUS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“LANGUAGE!” yells Alex, Tony and Grant. Each giving her that glare. The one that could easily bring a grown ass man to his knees in fear if you allowed it.
Afraid of what would happen if she didn’t, Isabella moves to bow her head in submission. Fuck. “Relax, I’m just checking on your marks. I know Grant did quite the number on you earlier and so I need to make sure to treat you if we need to.”
Hoping to put her mind at ease, I move to pull her pants a little further down, exposing more of her beautiful red skin. Her ass and thighs a bright shade of red from where Grant had hit her with the paddle earlier. A smirk gracing his features as my eyes shifted briefly over to him.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I move to purr as I slowly notice slight bruising to her skin as the marks begin to fade into blue and purple patches. One mark looking like it had cut her along her otherwise flawless skin had me wincing at the site. Reaching out a finger, I move to slowly trail it along each mark.
Beautiful, I think before glancing over to Tony, my hand still resting against Isabella. “Hey Tony, can you grab me the ointment please? Our wife needs another dose of it.” I say to him in hopes he would, knowing the pain had to be unbearable for her.
Rising from his chair, he moves to do as I ask while I return to admire her marks. The sadist in me wanting to see her wither in pain and pleasure from all our advances has me moving to lean ever so slowly down towards her ass. Smirking, I move to plant tiny kisses all along her blemished skin. Each kiss touching one of her many red marks as Isabella only hisses at the touch, attempting to fight back her moans as she did, not wanting to admit that her body enjoyed the sensation of my lips along her skin.
Slow but surely, Tony eventually returns with the cooling ointment before handing it over to me. Taking a glance towards her red ass, he all but smiles before letting out a low whistle before returning to his seat, adjusting himself as he did.
Chuckling at his reaction to seeing her ass, I move to apply a generous amount of cream to both her ass and her thighs all while trying to be gentle. Her hisses slowly turned into moans as she did. Such a little pain slut, I muse as I rub my hand a little more.
Once satisfied with my actions do I move to pull her pants back up. Patting her thigh to signal for her to move in which she does, her cheek a nice shade of red to match her ass. Mumbling a soft thank you she moves to return her seat in which I allow. I’m so whipped. But that’s my wife, and the sad thing is she has no clue just how much power she holds over us. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
For the rest of night, dinner continues to progress without a hitch, that is until Isabella asks if it’s okay for her to return to her room, in which we all agree upon as Alex moves to be the one to escort her back to her room. Offering her his hand in which she takes, Alex begins the slow journey back towards her room, leaving the rest of us alone within the dining room.
Smiling, I move to watch them leave until they eventually disappear from sight, unable to remember when the last time either of us were truly happy. Sighing, I move to finish up with dinner, knowing there was still more work to do. For alas, someone had to be the one to do it otherwise our business would fail to function as we still had a traitor to find and shipments to ship and as the say goes, no rest for the weary, brings a whole new level of fun when all we want to do is spend the night in bed with our wife.
Caressing every inch of her milky white skin as she begged for us to do more. Frustrated, I suddenly move to leave the room, the need to blow off some steam comes to mind as Grant moves to follow, Tony deciding to check in with those at the warehouse, before the rest of us called it a night.
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