He Saved Me From My Husband, But Now He Controls Me


I’d lost my home, my marriage and most of what I’d owned the day I met the man who would rule my existence and keep me safe. My life had been raped. All I had left was a pile of money and my freedom after years of confinement with one man since being a teenager. I wanted to run away and hide, lick my wounds from the humiliation, the pain, loss, hurt and above all the anger.

I hadn’t known what to do with my powerful angry emotions swirling inside my mind until the day, Ottavio Sassano walked in to my world and tamed them with a firm guiding hand. I am sure my life would have ended if he hadn’t. I would have taken it just to still the raging noise in my head and stop the ache that swelled in my lonely broken heart.

It was the first night of the cruise around the Mediterranean on the exclusive Cassiano Ship from the world famous luxury Sassano Cruise line. I had hoped to take the holiday with my daughter but she was busy living it up at a music festival with her friends from University and for the first time I was alone on holiday. It had taken a lot of courage to book but I guessed I would be safe as a woman travelling alone on a Cruise ship full of people and I wouldn’t feel too alone. How wrong I was.

I am the type of woman who normally attracts people who want a chat but I suppose my brooding and pain I did my best to hide just as I always did with my joker smile plastered all over my face to pretend it didn’t exist wasn’t quite staying in place this time. I probably looked grumpy which is not an attractive trait as you know. So I was alone. I ate alone and I walked the promenade deck alone.

I think it was the couple kissing and laughing together in their formal wear, he in his black tuxedo and she young, attractive, slender and tall in a long blue chiffon evening dress covered in sparkling crystals that set my mood off. It was a painful diatribe that went through my head every time the black cloud above me descended.

“I wish I was dead,” my inner voice hissed at me. “Look at her. She’s beautiful. Compared to her you are nothing. No wonder he left you.”

I hurried away feeling the pressure of tears in my eyes as I listened to the couple laugh and giggle. In true dramatic style I threw myself in to a dark corner at the back of the ship and clutched at the rail looking down at the sea clothed in black underneath the dark evening sky. Not even the majestic cluster of brightly shining stars and the large moon gleaming silver on top of the water’s surface could rouse me from the feverish anger at myself beginning to swirl and build inside me. I fiercely clung to the rail gritting my teeth to stop me from lashing out in anger to slap at my head or scratch at my skin in an angry frenzy.

This need to self abuse hadn’t just been started by a failed marriage but with my long term physical ill health and other complications from my past. To say it was anger was incorrect, it was pure fury. I’d really hoped that while on holiday my low mood would have eased but here it was following me in to my new life.

Everything sank inside me. I couldn’t take anymore. When would the torture end? It was all very Titanic I decided as I found myself climbing up on to the rail in my black high heels and long black evening dress. I couldn’t believe I was actually considering ending my life. The water churned white beneath me with the movement of the propeller. If I jumped I wouldn’t just drown I would be caught up in it. Would I really do that to myself?

“Do it. Do it. You are worth nothing. It’s over. I can’t take any more pain and rejection. Please stop hurting me and end it,” the small voice in my head pleaded.

I thought of my daughter but she didn’t need me anymore. I had done my work. Now she was off at University and starting her new life on her own. What did she need me for?

“Do it.”

I was breathing hard as I leaned over on the rail. This was the closest I had come to letting go and actually ending my life. The courage to perform the solitary lonely act had never quite been there before but now I knew the grass was not greener on the other side of an abusive relationship and divorce, I appeared more willing to seek sanctuary in it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Despite the warm air out here, the water is freezing,” a male voice said with a trace of light humour in his tone.

I ignored him listening to my heart thud inside my chest. But he didn’t appear to want to give up. I heard his footsteps come closer. It made me frantic.

“Please leave me alone,” I hated hearing the tears in my voice.

“No, I won’t. Let me help you down from there,” this time I could hear the hint of Italian in his soft coaxing voice. “What would make you so determined to hurt yourself,” he asked with concern resting his large cool male palm on my bare arm to soothe it up and down my flesh. I stole a glance at it feeling instant warmth and a small amount of reassurance flicker inside my icy heart. But it wasn’t to last. Hadn’t I felt that before from a man only to find it was a lie?

“I asked you to leave me alone,” I almost screamed at him. I was really losing it this time. There was no going back.

That was when he tugged at my arm.

“I don’t know who hurt you but it isn’t worth death,” he said firmly.

I turned to glare at him. He had a beautiful handsome face. He was younger, classically Italian with his dark looks, raven hair. The only surprise was that his eyes were a deep blue instead of brown. I had never seen such a handsome man. It was a pity he had arrived so late to provide me with attention in my life. I wanted to laugh at the irony. Is this what I had to do to get a man’s attention now?

“Come down now or I will lift you down,” he warned as though speaking to a naughty child.

“I will not. Who are you to tell me what to do with my life?” I questioned with authority leaning further over the rail.

My breath caught in my throat as I leaned over a little too far still unready. A curious sensation of falling enveloped me and my whole body froze in terror in the moment. I heard myself cry out but the stranger’s strong arms where around my waist lifting me away from the rail. He set me down on the floor and started to march me away from the rail. My anger returned with a vengeance at his rough handling. I hit out at his arm trying to pull away from his grasp.

“Let me go.”

“No. You need a drink and to talk to someone,” he insisted.

That was when Ottavio was treated to the first appearance of my temper. I might as well have turned green and become the incredible hulk. I hit my fists against his body like a crazy woman but what he did next was to surprise me. With a heavy sigh he dipped his tall lean athletically muscled frame and pulled me neatly over his shoulder and carried me back out on to the deck in front of everyone walking around the ship. I was incensed. Forgetting my audience of sniggering party goers, I kicked like a mule at his chest and screamed at him.

He walked slowly and confidently down the deck in through one of the doors leading to the inside and then in to the lift. Thankfully we were alone at that point but it still didn’t stop my behaviour. That was the first time I received a quick spanking. His hand suddenly slapped at my clothed backside. The strike was so hard and punishing it managed to make my poor bottom burn through the material of my dress. I yelped loudly.

“Enough,” he demanded spanking the second cheek of my bottom twice more. “Keep still.”

“How dare you?” I screamed.

But he was to ignore me. He carried me along a small corridor and then in through a door.

“Ah good evening, Mr Sassano,” a quipped English male voice said. “Will you be needing anything tonight?”

“No, Mark. Thank you. You may leave,” he said elegantly holding on to my still struggling form that was threatening to knock me from his shoulder and us both to the floor. It would be later before I realised the relevance of the man’s name.

The door behind us opened and closed and we were alone. Finally, I was being lowered to the floor. I wasted no time at pushing the man away. My eyes darted to the door behind him as he stood in front of me. I lunged to the side trying to escape but he brought me back.

“Oh no. You aren’t going anywhere. I am not letting you out of my sight. You need to be taken in hand, little one.”
“I am not your damn, little one. Now let me go unless you intend me to scream kidnap,” I threatened.

He laughed.

“You aren’t going anywhere. Now calm down or I will throw you over my knee and spank you like a child,” he told me darkly, that fatherly tone in his voice once more.

It was the wrong thing to do and I was suddenly flinging myself at him ready to do battle to secure my freedom. Big mistake. He caught my fragile body and fought to pull my arms to my side. Before he could, I swung my hand at him and swiped the side of his face hard. He let go of me and rubbed his face, his eyes darkening and brow furrowing. Even then in all of that chaos I couldn’t help how thinking how attractive he looked and if I was honest menacing. It turned me on to my surprise. I wanted him to frighten me and he was succeeding.

I didn’t know the man or how he would react. My natural instinct was to run despite my strange feelings before he decided to take his revenge. But he was too quick for me. Before I knew it he was grabbing my arms and forcing them to my sides. Then he took hold of the front of my dress that dipped across my large breasts and began to tear my dress open from my cleavage down.

“Are you going to rape me?” I screamed terrified as he forcibly tore the dress from my body and I struggled to stop him.

“No just teach you a lesson about living.”

It didn’t take him long to rip the garment from me and I have to be honest and confess a part of me was aroused. He left me in my black bra and panties completely at his mercy. I rushed to cover myself dismayed yet elated as his eyes swept over my small curved form with appreciation. Then he spun me around and with one swift movement tucked his fingers down the top of my silk panties and yanked them down to my knees. He pushed me over the top of the small dining table in the large room and undid my bra. My efforts to restrain him from pulling it away from my breasts was in vain. He appeared to have done this many times before. My bra was lying on the floor next to my feet before I knew it. He pushed me down on to the top of the polished mahogany surface. The wood felt cool next to my breasts as the dark puckered tips became erect and scraped the surface. He twisted my head to the side so that one half of my face rested on the table and raised his hand.

My left buttock quivered under the pressure of the first slap from his hand. Then the spanking really began in earnest and my body and pussy was jumping against the table as he took it in turns to strike first one buttock then the other. It was so hard my bottom stung with heat immediately. Every spank forced a tormented cry from my lips. The rage scorched through my body and erupted out in to the air as he tamed it with each blow. Once or twice he turned to hit the lower part of my rump with the back of his hand as I sobbed, growled and howled before whipping his palm across the tender backs of my thighs in turn.

“Who are you to do this to me?” I shouted in intervals trying to catch my breath above the pain.

“Ottavio Sassano.”

“A member of the Sassano family who own this ship and the line?”

“The owner. At your service, little one,” he said removing his hand from my face to pull my hair falling from its pinned prison until my face and chest lifted from the table while he continued to spank the anger from me.

I thought the spanking would never end. The Billionaire’s hand was large and firm alternating in striking first one buttock then the next before delivering one neat blow against the full width of my bottom once more. My flesh was stinging hot. I could imagine the crimson colour lining it after each slap. The last time I remembered being spanked was when I was a child and this made me feel as though I had regressed back to being a little girl.

I panted still clinging to the table top for dear life trying to catch my breath. That was when I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks and there where small mewling sounds coming from my mouth. Ottavio still held my mid length strawberry blonde hair curled in his fist and held my head up and back from the polished dining table feeling the ship gently move underneath my feet. I should have had a headache yet my head felt lighter than it normally did. There was now some space inside it and part of the fog that confused my mind was beginning to clear.

Shuffling I tried to move my body in between slaps wanting to end the torment but found I was held firmly in place by my own black silk panties pulled down to my lower thighs and I couldn’t go anywhere. I closed my eyes reeling from the next whip of Ottavio’s hand across my hot bottom that jerked my body up as though he were riding it like a wild horse he was trying to break in. What must I have looked like? Embarrassment and that all too familiar hatred for myself and my own body flared hotly across my cheeks.

“Please let me go,” I pleaded through my sobs.

I shuffled again and realised I had another predicament to worry about. Probably one that was much worse than the first. I was wet. My pussy lips felt heavy, warm and damp. In fact, they weren’t just wet, they were soaking. I wanted to die on the spot. If I fought Ottavio like a wild cat to stand and move away he would be treated to the shameful sight not to mention seeing me in all of my glory. I didn’t know what to do.

Ottavio gave my poor bottom two more hard unforgiving spanks, the last harder than any of the rest and finally ended my punishment.

“Nice and hot,” he said quietly, ignoring my demand, cupping on of my buttocks to hold it gently in his palm. He gave it a small squeeze making me jump.

I felt the heat press in to his hand and grimaced. He’d made me feel like a naughty schoolgirl and I didn’t like it. Those days of feeling controlled like a child by a man were over. I wasn’t going back to it. So with concerted effort and renewed determination I raised my body from the table mustering all of my strength testing the grip the Billionaire maintained in my hair. I fought him like a caged animal to move desperate to hide my naked body from him and my confusing arousal at having been spanked.

But I didn’t get very far. He chuckled and suddenly tightened his hold on my hair as I hit the solid muscled wall of his chest clothed in his tuxedo.

“Relax, little one. I am not going to let you go anywhere. As I said, you need strict supervision and some tender loving care. I am not going to let you hurt yourself again, Beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, his breath tantalisingly whipping across my ear and blowing across the side of my neck. To my horror I softened for a moment and felt that dampness between my thighs grow a little more. Instinctively I pressed my body back against him, subconsciously seeking things I had been denied for so long, warmth and protection from a man.

Ottavio’s expensive designer tuxedo scraped enticingly across my bare flesh heightening my reluctant arousal even more.

“I want to be alone,” I persisted even though I knew I was a liar. Being alone was the last thing I really wanted and I was too stubborn to admit it even in this embarrassing state. I was lonely and had been before my marriage had even ended.

“I think you have been alone for far too long, little one. No more.”

“So you are kidnapping me,” I purred as he rested his free hand on my naked hip and idly stroked his fingers up and down.

“If I have to. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he told me in a dark smooth velvet voice that rolled over me like a caress. “It is time someone took you in hand and looked after you. I think you need it.”

“I don’t need a man to look after me. I am an independent woman,” I lied again resting my head back against his chest. “I don’t need your charity,” I breathed closing my eyes unable to help myself revelling in his closeness.

Then that damn alarm bell rang in my head again and my small voice sneered at me with contempt. What the hell was I doing? I snapped my eyes wide open and pushed back against his body hard with the intention of forcing him away from me. But he held me fast and my bottom pressed against his surprisingly hard cock hidden behind his trousers. It startled me. This was wrong.

How could he be aroused by someone like me? I hadn’t made love to anyone but my ex-husband. Yes, that’s how naïve I was. I wasn’t ready to just sleep with anyone. Was I? I was out of practice and I already felt stupid. I couldn’t. I wasn’t even remotely attractive enough for a man like Ottavio Sassano. I just wasn’t good enough. My realisation made me want to cry again and that fuelled my anger once more.

“I can’t do this. Leave me alone.”

“No, I won’t,” he told me calmly. “You are safe. Just trust me. I promise I will take care of you,” he said softly.
But I struggled again, horrified at my predicament, the appearance of my gently curved body and large breasts wobbling in front of a gorgeous man like him who had to be younger than me by a mile was just too much. I couldn’t bear the way I must have looked to him. Anger got the better of me once more. It was a defence mechanism that always kicked in when my emotion was too overwhelming to bear. My temper riled, I hit out at him from behind with my small pathetic fists.

His response was swift. Wrapping his arm around my waist he attempted to hold me still while he wound his free hand carefully around my throat to keep me in place. Quickly he moved his hand from my waist and sought to discipline me once again. Reaching around to the front of my body he struck his palm quickly across my left breast catching my erect nipple as he did so. I yelped just as he repeated the action but I was still not induced to become quiet. His hand quickly left my breast and moved downwards to my pussy. He struck it hard. My body jumped, quivered and banged back against him as the red fiery mist of rage overtook me and I screamed for my freedom even though I didn’t really want it.

Finally, the whip of his hand against my pussy struck home when it began to throb and pulse with need. Ottavio kissed the side of my head continuously as he continued to spank my pussy to bring my temper to heel.

“That’s it. Get it all out. I will look after you, caramia.”

“I am not your child.”

“Oh but you are now. And you are one in badly need of discipline, love and care. I will give it to you whether you wish it or not.”

When my pretend struggles intensified he slammed me back down frontwards across the table and stopped spanking my pussy. With determined purpose he sank two of his fingers between my swollen plump pussy lips and stroked still holding my throat tightly. The relief of being touched there was exquisite but I was to deny myself the pleasure despite my loud moan of satisfaction. I tried everything to throw him away from me but there was no escape. Ottavio wasted no time in quickly inserting his middle finger up inside my wet silky channel to caress the soft muscles inside as though he were testing me.

“Good girl. You are nice and wet. I am going to take all of this pain away now. Hush, little one.”

His grip on my throat grew stronger and in some strange beguiling way it made me feel safe rather than afraid. I felt protected as though for a brief time I belonged to him but my self control would not surrender to him.

The Billionaire moved his hand from inside my pussy and then I heard the zip on his trousers go down. His hard pulsing cock pressed against my bottom before he guided towards the wet entrance of my pussy even as I still fought him to reassert my authority even though my mind screamed at me to let go and allow him full access.

The tip of his penis tickled my entrance and edged its way inside. Then with one concerted effort, Ottavio thrust up inside me to the hilt. With a large sigh of pleasured relief, I realised he had been successful in demolishing my defences that had sought to deprive me of comfort and pleasure however fleeting it would prove to be or how I would feel when it ended and I was both caught and conquered by him. He rode me with hard brutal thrusts as though he were a caveman spearing his kill until my fight ceased and I surrendered willing and wholeheartedly to his mastery.

He demanded more and more of me with each deep thrust, slamming me forwards in to the table. Everything that had plagued me for the last two years and if I was brutally honest for the whole of my married life, began to fade in to the background and in to oblivion. I knew it would return. That was inevitable. You can’t just carry burdens of regret, resentment, loneliness, anger and frustration and expect them to disappear in an instant because someone was taking the time to answer your prayer of need. They were things you had to heal from in time. But for now I was lost connecting with this man and a part of me that I had locked away and believed dead. Ottavio was bringing her to life again with each stab of his long broad cock.

His grip on my throat intensified when I realised I was close to feeling that delicious explosion of pleasure I had been denied for so long and desperately sought. Later, I would muse it was the increase of my tearful whimpers punctuated by loud high pitched squeals of delight that gave my closeness to a climax away to him. I hadn’t felt like this about sex since I was first married. Why the hell was this handsome rich younger man . . . well let me say it like it was . . . wanting to fuck a sad desperate woman like me. He could have anyone.

Yes, I know what you are thinking. Why the hell doesn’t she shut up and stop berating herself. She is always down on herself. It probably infuriates you as much as it does me now recounting my story but that was how I thought about myself until Ottavio showed me my true worth and loved me for all that I am.

My climax was ready and I was about to let it blossom feeling his cock tighten even harder inside my channel.

“No you don’t little girl. Wait until I give you permission to come. I have rules and you will learn to obey them. Hold it,” he demanded in dark firm parental tone that left me feeling confused.

Yet I obeyed him without question and pulled back my desire away from the edge. That confused me even more.

“Good girl. Daddy will let you come soon.”

As though to make it harder for me to manage the feat, the Billionaire pinched and kneaded my clit between his fingers. I moaned loudly as my pleasure raced towards the line again but I was to receive a rude awakening. A sharp slap across the front of my pussy not once, twice or three times but four had me using every last once of strength I had to submit to his wishes.

‘That’s it. Just a little longer,” there was humour in his voice again. “Learn your first lesson. I am always in charge and you must always do as I command.”

I wanted to remonstrate with him but I needed my release more. Every time he used that firm tone with me I could feel myself melt and become even more wet. Over and over again he tormented me with his devilish fingers caressing the length of my pussy with the pads of his fingers first slowly then hard and rough swirling my passion to fiery heights and then down again. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it and to my shame I started to beg him. Every nerve ending in my body was tingling and screaming at me that I couldn’t take anymore and that was tortured pleasure in itself.

“Please. I need to let go.”

He ignored me and continued his delectable assault until I was panting out of control to catch my breath, completely at his mercy. He leaned in close against my ear.

“I have you where I want you. Now you will feel like you are alive again and life is worth living. You just needed to be reminded of the pleasure it can bring. Come for me and scream. I want to hear your desire as well as feel it.”

With another couple of quick slaps to my pussy to encourage me, I surrendered and came hard. Ottavio curved and stroked his cock upwards rubbing the rough wall of my vagina and my G-spot with expertise and my whole dark world exploded in to light.

Still panting, I slumped exhausted and satiated by my violent release across the table. Ottavio curved his strong male body protectively over my small frame. He let go of my throat and wrapped his arms around me. I started to cry and couldn’t stop prompting him to hold me tighter.

“Shh. Relax. I promise you are safe and I meant what I said, I will take care of you if you allow me to. I know what you need,” He gave a small chuckle before kissing the side of my head, “I knew the minute I saw you. Call it instinct.”

I listened to the gentle Italian lilt in his voice allowing my guard, I usually fiercely surrounded myself with to remain down, revelling in the way he held me making me feel safe and protected. I didn’t want it to end. The feeling was so strong I blurted it out.”

“Don’t let go of me, please. Don’t leave me alone. I don’t want this to end.”

“Shh. It doesn’t have to, little one. I am going to help you. I promise you will never be lonely again.”

I pressed my naked body back against him seeking more of his warmth and closed my eyes.

“Now let me get you to bed.” Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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