Chapter 80 I Want to Give Marco a "punishment"

Elena Garcia's POV:

Marco pulled me onto his lap, and we were face to face, with me straddling him. His hand slid under my skirt, moving upward, his rough fingertips grazing my spine, sending shivers through my body.

"Naughty boy," I teased, biting his Adam's apple and then licking it with my tongue.

I could feel Marco's Adam's apple move as he spoke or swallowed. His voice got low and restrained, and his gaze turned dangerous—full of desire.

Marco grumbled, "You talked to her for too long. That time should have been ours."

I chuckled, "Ours? I thought we were just waiting to get to our destination."

I slipped my hand into his collar, caressing his neck, then moved down to his chest, treating him the way he treated me in bed.

Marco let out a gasp. "Elena, stop."

"I won't, just like you didn't listen to me earlier. I won't stop either."

I took the handkerchief from Marco's chest pocket and tied his hands together. After doing this, I raised an eyebrow. "This is punishment."

I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his firm, muscular chest. It was full of power and beauty, yet it trembled slightly under my lips. I loved this contrast in Marco.

Marco's ears turned red. When my hand touched his crotch, rubbing his penis through his pants, he began to beg for mercy. "Elena, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. Let's continue this later, okay? Please, stop."

He tried to break free from the handkerchief, but I stopped him.

I bit his lips and coldly said, "No."

I could clearly see the excitement in Marco's eyes; he couldn't fool me. He wanted me to continue the "punishment" by pretending to refuse.

But if we continued, it wouldn't be "punishment" anymore; it would be a reward.

I deliberately agreed with Marco and then moved my hand away from his penis.

Through the fabric, I rubbed my crotch against his hot dick.

Marco's excitement was mixed with a bit of helplessness. "My God!" He laughed, seemingly not expecting me to do this. "Elena, you're so naughty."

Rubbing through the fabric wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was stimulating. I then smirked.

When we arrived, my skirt was disheveled, and my lipstick was smeared on my cheek. Marco was in a similar state, his collar open, and my lipstick marks on his neck.

Marco got out of the car first and immediately carried me out, walking quickly towards the room.

Seeing us in such a state, Hanna said, "I prepared a late-night snack, but it seems you two are busy."

Hearing that, I blushed.

After entering the room, Marco placed me on the bed and then used his knee to spread my legs.

I propped myself up with my hands, watching him go crazy for me.

Marco's movements were a bit impatient. In the car, his penis had become rock-hard from my teasing.

After ejaculating through his pants, he was embarrassed and frustrated, only able to call my name in a voice full of desire, over and over again.

"Good thing you were quick; no one saw what happened to your pants." I lifted one foot, teasing him through his pants again.

Marco's forehead was already covered in a bit of cold sweat as he said, "Is your punishment done, Elena?"

I watched as Marco lifted my foot and kissed the top of it. I joked, "No."

After I said this, Marco lifted my hips, pulling us closer. I felt his penis harden again.

Marco began to probe my vulva with his penis, still through the fabric, but now the initiative was in his hands.

Marco asked, "So how do you want to punish me?"

As I teased Marco, my desire also kept rising, but I pretended to be composed. But Marco saw through me.

I felt my pussy tighten under Marco's probing, as if craving something to enter it.

I bit my lip, staring at Marco accusingly. "Definitely not like this."

Under my "threatening" gaze, Marco made a gesture of surrender.

I turned over, letting him lean against the headboard, and then I started rummaging through the bedside cabinet.

Soon, I found what I needed.

Seeing what was in my hand, Marco asked, "What's that?"

"It's something Hanna prepared." I tried to stay calm.

"Why would she prepare that?" Marco watched as I handcuffed his hands to the headboard.

After doing all this, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Maybe because I complained to her about some things about you? Hanna thought that taking the initiative might bring some new excitement and freshness to our relationship."

I still remember how wild Marco was the first time we had sex. The pleasure made my scalp tingle. It felt amazing, but I was always the first to get exhausted, which left me a bit frustrated.

I continued, "So, I did some research online and asked Hanna to help me get some 'toys.'"

"My God, Elena," Marco said, looking helpless but with excitement in his eyes.

I knew if I unlocked the handcuffs now, he'd pounce on me like a hungry wolf. But I wasn't going to let him; today, I was in control.

I put a silk blindfold over Marco's eyes, ready to take charge.

As Marco's breathing got heavier, I unbuckled his belt, rubbing his penis through the fabric until it was fully exposed to the air.

His penis was already rock hard, with prominent veins.

I held it in my hand, rubbing and pressing the glans with my thumb.

With his vision blocked, Marco felt an intense surge of excitement. He called out my name with restrained urgency, asking what I was going to do.

I didn't answer. Instead, I adjusted my position and lowered my head, taking Marco's penis into my mouth.

I thought I might resist, but it was surprisingly easy.

I clumsily licked his glans with my tongue, smelling his penis while caressing his testicles with my hand.

"Oh no, Elena," Marco's breathing became rapid as he realized what I was doing. He struggled, and the handcuffs made a sound.

"Don't move, Marco," I commanded, stopping his movements.

Those handcuffs couldn't truly restrain Marco from breaking free, much like the handkerchief in the car. I was simply asserting my dominance tonight.

Marco stopped moving, and I rewarded him by kissing his glans again.

Then, I took his penis into my mouth again. It was a bit difficult.

Marco's penis was long and thick. The thing that brought me pleasure when it entered my body made me ignore its size. However, giving him a blowjob was actually a bit challenging.

But I didn't give up. I thought about the tips I found online, relaxed my throat, and sucked his penis like a lollipop.

I must have done it right because Marco quickly let out a muffled groan and then ejaculated.

After a moment, Marco caught his breath and said, "You really punished me, Elena. This was really torturous for me."

I removed Marco's blindfold. His eyes were slightly red from the stimulation I gave him. He bit his lip, begging me to unlock the handcuffs. "Please, Elena, unlock them. The punishment is over, right? I want to hold you."

Marco's plea made me hesitate for a moment, but then I decided to stick to my original plan.

I took off my panties, half-pulled down my skirt to expose my breasts, and then straddled Marco.

I held his still-erect penis, aligning it with my vagina, and slowly sat down.

The satisfaction of being filled enveloped me. I couldn't help but wriggle my waist while squeezing my breasts and bringing them to Marco's mouth. He bit them and sucked hard.

This position was a bit tiring for me. I had to keep moving my hips, lifting and sitting down.

As Marco lifted his head, I held his face, kissing him madly, letting his tongue sweep through my mouth as if trying to devour my tongue.

Marco panted heavily, "Elena, let go, let me do it."

I shook my head and kept wriggling my waist. "No."

My pleasure-filled brain still maintained some rationality, even though my thighs were already sore and weak.

Under my refusal, Marco let out a small "Fuck!" Then he lifted his head and kissed me again.

I was filled with excitement, wondering how long he could endure before breaking free from the handcuffs. But he never broke free. Instead, he smiled at me.

I vaguely felt something was wrong. The next second, Marco made his move. He half-lay on the bed, then thrust upward forcefully, driving his penis deeper into my vagina.

My legs lost strength, and I could only sit weakly on his lap, letting him fuck me crazily in this position.

Moans escaped my throat, and I felt like I was caught in a storm, unable to resist.

In the end, I had to beg for mercy. I tried to lift my legs, change positions, and get up to unlock Marco's handcuffs.

But when I tried to get up, he thrust hard again, making his penis slide back into my vagina.

The strength I gathered in my legs immediately disappeared, and I could only let him continue. I let out a short cry.

After repeating this several times, I finally couldn't take it anymore and angrily called Marco's name.

But he just kissed my ear, licked my earlobe, and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to continue punishing me?"

I angrily bit his chest hard.