Free The Long Day of Revenge by D. P. Adamov

where the prize could be death.”
    He would be back soon. Then she knew what would happen.
    Sex games were one thing, but the spanking system went beyond that. These were real and not foreplay. Usually, Manolo pulled some offense out of the air that she had done to deserve being punished like a little girl, leaving her to wonder if he had gone partially insane in that Hermosillo hospital. Her love for him stood stronger than this quirk, however, leading her to accept things, though she was admittedly growing tired of the same. With Manolo fighting every week, that meant a weekly spanking or paddling. Her ass couldn’t take it much more. It was a wonder she didn’t have scars or calluses on her buttocks.
    This was bad enough, but there was a deeper fear than the dread she felt at knowing a spanking was coming. There was the alarming insecurity of considering the obvious. Her husband was losing his mind. If Gaditano had not taken his life, he had taken a part of his sanity.
    This day she would grudgingly comply with Manolo’s demand when he came back to the hotel, but she did have an ace up her sleeve to use against him.
    She was wearing only a long nightshirt, with no bra or panties beneath. There was no point, as she knew the minute Manolo entered the hotel room, this would be coming off.
    Their relationship was indeed a strange one, but her fixation with Manolo equaled the obsession he had with Gaditano.
    “Manolo?”
    The key turned and her lover entered, wearing a dark suit and tie. He looked like the big shot at some corporation rather than a matador de toros.
    “I’ve got the best bulls,” he announced. “Let’s go before we lose any more time.”
    Obediently, Lucinda arose and peeled the nightshirt over her head, so she was stark naked in the room. Manolo caught sight of her nudity and smiled in wanton lust.
    “Give me a minute,” he announced. “I’m ready.”
    It took him less than that amount of time to take off his own clothes and stand naked in kind. His arousal was obvious, but it was not this Lucinda’s eyes fell upon. It was the goring scar that caught her attention, reminding her that no matter how perfect things seemed, death was never far off.
    “Let’s do some things and then you can get your whipping,” he ordered.
    It was then Lucinda pulled her move that she hoped would avoid any punishment.
    “How about if I finally agree to suck your dick instead of a spanking?”
    Manolo was caught off guard, but gave no reply. Instead, he pulled her toward the bed and adjusted her downward on her back. It was then he spread her legs for her and grinned.
    “It’s customary for bullfighters not to eat before a bullfight in case of a stomach goring or anesthesia for a surgery needing to be applied,” he proclaimed. “However, I have an idea first.”
    There was no doubting what was on the menu as Manolo dropped to his knees and placed his mouth against Lucinda’s parted pussy lips. She moaned in pleasure as the first lick snaked upward, covering bottom to top, then went inward to tease the tunnel within.
    “Oh, yes! Yes!”
    Lucinda was starting to cry out even in the opening moments of stimulation. She brought her hands to her own breasts and toyed with them; twisting her nipples and feeling them come erect.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
    Manolo’s face was buried beneath Lucinda’s thighs, nearly lost within her cunt lips. From the initial motions, she felt the surge of exquisite sensations flooding her.
    “Oooooo. Oh, yes.”
    Her words came as pants matching the movements below her.
    “Yes. Oh, yes. Yes. Oh.”
    Manolo’s tongue had a life and personality of its own, doing a dance within her vagina. He had not yet gone to the clit, but continued to lick and slurp within her increasingly wet love canal. If she finally had to break down and take the matador’s tool in her mouth in exchange for this and gain reprieve from an ass beating, the feelings rocketing through her right now would make it