The Mafia's Mom

Chapter 7 Roberto warns her.

-Grace-

--- Warning ---

This chapter contains domestic violence and s****l oppression. This can be offensive or you can be triggered by this. If you don't want to read this, I advise you to move on to the next chapter.

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I look at the recipe in front of me on the counter. Tonight several business relations of Marcel, come over to eat. No other women. Just me.

Marcel wanted me to cook the food. Since we have been together, he has clearly told me what he expects from our marriage and I can finish my school, but I am also mainly a housewife.

To take care of his needs.

Cooking, cleaning, and since we got back from Italy, s*x. Lots of s*x. So far, I have nothing to complain about, actually.

We are a month back and Marcel is very sweet to me. He does what he promises, he takes good care of me, and every night in bed he tells me that I am also good to him.

Sometimes he's a bit heavy-handed, but I get it.

I did something wrong or forgot something. I should have done something different.

With a lot of time on my hands, I threw myself into the food. Marcel appreciates home-cooked food the most, so I also make a recipe for tonight.

"Sweetheart!!?"

"In the kitchen!"

The door of the kitchen opens, and Marcel looks at the situation.

"Everything under control?" he asks and I nod.

"All right, come here." He stretches out his arm and I take it.

He pulls me into his arms.

"Where is my welcome home kiss?"

I stand on my toes and he leans down to kiss me.

"You're wearing too many clothes." He mumbles to my lips.

"I can't cook naked." I laugh.

Since Italy, William no longer lives in our house and I am alone all day. Marcel works many days at home and when he is at home, he prefers to have me with him, as much as possible and preferably with as little clothing as possible.

"But I want to see my beautiful wife." He almost growls.

I laugh and push him away from me.

Then he grabs me hard. Startled, I look up at him.

"I mean it, Grace." His tone serious and his look dark.

"At the very least, tell me you don't have underwear under this dress."

I bite my lip because I have.

"I went to the supermarket. I didn't want to do that naked."

"No underwear was the deal, that's not naked."

Marcel turns me around. He pulls the bow off the apron so that it falls loose. He pushes me forward at the table.

"Hands on the table."

“Good girl.”

He unzips the dress.

"And you wear a bra."

I feel him loosen the clips. The dress pushes off my shoulders, at the same time as my bra.

He pulls me upright so that the dress can be taken off and falls on my feet. He pushes me back to the table and pulls my thong down.

"Marcel, I-"

"Mouth closed."

"But-"

He hits my ass, causing me to stop and scream.

He grabs my face, holding it hard with his hand.

"You've been naughty and naughty girls will get their spanking, naked."

"It was a thong, my ass was already exposed."

"Completely naked Grace and you know that. Count it, ten times. No yelling."

I let my head down and I count when he starts to hit. It hurts and I do my best not to scream. Because then he hits harder.

After ten times I stand up straight and Marcel hits again. Very hard and my ass already hurts.

"Ouch! You said ten!"

And then he hits me in my face.

The tears immediately jump in my eyes. My hand against my cheek.

"I don't want you to talk back to me, you know this. Did I say we were done?" His tone is sharp.

I shake my head.

"Exactly. You know the rules, Grace." He takes the apron off the ground.

"Here, I don't want burns on that beautiful body. When you're done with the potatoes, I'm in the office." He kisses my temple and walks out of the kitchen.

This is the first time he has slapped me in the face.

The nudity, the spankings, I'm used to that by now.

I should have paid more attention. He always says it when I'm done, he didn't say it. He was right. I tie the apron and quickly move on to the potatoes and when they are ready I walk to his office.

"Come in."

I walk in, Marcel behind his desk, as always.

"Good sweetheart. I was already afraid that you had forgotten me. Let me see you."

I turn around, because I know that's what he wants to see.

"You have to behave well for the rest of the day, I think your ass can't handle another spanking." He gently caresses my ass and I hold my breath, afraid that he will still give me a tap. He doesn't.

He gently grabs my chin again, lovingly, as I like it.

"Sorry I hit you in your face." He gently kisses my cheek.

"It's a bit red, so it's better if you stay in the kitchen tonight and don't eat with us. I'll say you're not feeling well."

I nod and try to smile.

"If you listen carefully Grace, I shouldn't have done it. You know I won't tolerate it when you talk back to me like that. You know the rules, if you don’t obey them, a punishment follows. I decide the punishment, not you."

"I'm sorry."

"Show me how much" He answers and opens the belt of his pants as he walks back to his office chair and lets himself fall into it.

His legs are slightly apart and I sink to my knees between them.

"Good girl, if you do this right, you can lie on my desk afterward, and then I will spoil you."

When he has blown his load in my mouth, I lie on his desk and he starts on me.

"Are you almost coming?" he asks as he pushes his fingers in and out of me, circles over my cl*t, and has my n*pple in his mouth.

"Yes, oh god, yes!!"

And when I almost fall over the edge, he stops.

"That's all you deserve, if the food is a success, you'll get the rest tonight." He pulls me off his desk. "We're going to take a shower."

"We?" I ask

“Yes, I don't want you to touch yourself, I know how much you want to now, but that's up to me to determine. Not to you. You know the appointment we made when we got married. I take care of you and you take care of me. You have everything you want, Grace, only you don't always take good care of me."

He pulls me with him to our bedroom.

"So you have to be punished a bit more.”

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I am dressed, downstairs, but only in the kitchen. Marcel has asked William if he wants to take the food from the kitchen to the dining room so that the men at the table do not see me and Marcel hates it when he has to do this kind of thing himself.

Marcel didn't lie when he said he didn't want me to touch myself. He went with me in the shower, washed me, and I washed him, as always.

Then he told me what to wear. And suggested I could get on my knees in front of him again.

And I say I could because according to Marcel it is something he grants me. I am allowed to give him a blowjob.

It sounds like it's optional, but I learned very quickly this month that if Marcel suggests something, either he advises something, or I MAY do something. Then he means that I have to do that. When I do all that, he is kind to me, the Marcel who took me away from Peter.

If I don't, the spanking follows, more time naked, more time on my knees. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been worse if I had stayed with Peter.

The food is done and I'm cleaning up the last things. The men have all left for another room and when the kitchen is clean, William leaves to get Marcel, to check if it is to his liking. If he agrees, I can go upstairs and wait in bed for him.

The door opens and I expect Marcel, but I see Roberto Ferrante.

"Grace, Marcel already said you weren't feeling well. How do you feel?"

"Ow uhm Mr. Ferrante,-"

He holds up his hands

"Grace, come on, we've known each other long enough, call me Roberto please."

I nod gently, but then he squeezes his eyes together.

"God Grace, please don't tell me Marcel hit you?"

He walks up to me and I walk backward.

I see Marcel enter the kitchen.

"No, Mr. Ferrante I really don't feel well, I go to bed quickly, I have a fever, it's probably contagious." I lie.

"Grace, sweetheart, I didn't know you were up." Marcel's voice is soft and warm. As always when there are other people.

Roberto turns around and nods at me.

Marcel holds out his hand, I have to come to him. I walk past Roberto, who makes me stumble and I almost hit the ground. He quickly grabs my arm.

"If you want to get out, come to me." He whispers.

"Sorry," he shouts louder and helps me get up.

Marcel immediately pulls me into his arms, but I can feel it in the grip on my arm. Marcel is angry.

"Grace, sweetheart, go to bed. I'll see you upstairs in a minute." He kisses my temple and pushes me towards the door.