"Are you fucking crazy?" Rita scoffed at Marco who stood in front of her holding the only dress he could find in her closet, "I'm not wearing a dress Marco, especially not that one." Her mother had gotten her that dress years ago, but she'd never worn it. The light blue fabric covered in white dots made her sick, how could Marco ever think that was her style? She loved her pants and tight skirts, but never dresses.

"Fine," he hissed, "I'm getting you a new one and you're wearing it whether you like it or not."

She snickered, "You know what, I'll wear a dress Marco," when she saw a victorious grin appear on his face she continued, "when you stop selling junk."

"God dammit," his face dropped again. Why the hell did she have to be so stubborn? "It's one damn day Rita."

"One day is one day too many." She stood up and walked towards the room, "I need to get ready for the feast. Now," she said loudly, "where are those pants?" Marco let out an exasperated sigh, this wouldn't do, he owned her, she couldn't be pushing him around, it didn't work that way. He threw the dress on the kitchen table and pushed open the front door.

Rita heard his car as it sped away in a fit of dust and flying gravel. She knew she wouldn't be able to win this argument, she never won any, but she would do anything she could to mess with Marco. She couldn't deny that she loved it when he took control and forced her to comply. She decided to take a shower, she was still sweaty and she couldn't stand it anymore. She turned the water on cold and hopped in, it felt so good, she knew she was going to take her time. She smiled, maybe it'll even piss Marco off if she takes too long.

When she finally climbed out about an hour later, she expected Marco to be waiting in their room with a scowl on his face, ready to punish her for her defiance, but he was no where to be found. She let out a sigh of disappointment and made her way to the closet to pick out an outfit. She knew why he wanted her to wear dresses, it was all about having an image around his men. He loved the way her tight clothes clung to her curves, but he didn't want anyone else to see her like that, it was all about possession and dominance with Marco.

She pulled open the closet, already having decided her outfit in her head, but it wasn't there. All of her clothes had been replaced by an array of dresses in different colors and styles. She wrapped her towel tightly around her and went to search for her clothes, they had to be somewhere. She burst into the kitchen looking around for any possible hiding places, but when she caught a glimpse out of the kitchen window, she realized they weren't hidden at all.

She shoved open the front door and found Marco standing next to a pile of all of her clothes a gas can in hand. He threw the can towards her, signifying that it was empty. "Marco," she said in a low growl, "don't you dare!" Without another word, he lit a match and tossed it in the pile and her clothes were engulfed in a mass of flames. He had a devious grin on his face and she wanted desperately to smack it right off, but instead she stomped inside and went straight to the bedroom where she locked herself in. "Bastard," she hissed at the door. She wasn't going to that damn feast anymore, she wasn't leaving the house until she got some pants.

"Rita," Marco called from the hallway, "open the door."

"Get me new clothes."

"Not happening, put on a dress and open the door." She didn't reply. She had crawled under the bed sheets, leaving the towel on the floor. "Rita," his voice was louder and more frustrated, "open this door." Still no answer. She needed to be taught a lesson, she couldn't disobey him like this. He rammed the door open with his shoulder and stomped over to the bed, ripping the sheets off of her. "You're gonna pay girl." He dragged her to the end of the bed by her ankles so her ass was on the edge and he could place himself between her thighs. Despite her anger, she couldn't help the way her body reacted.

He pulled his shirt over his head and cast it into the corner. Her anticipation got the best of her and she reached for his belt, trying to undo the buckle only to have her hands pulled away and above her head. He undid the belt with one hand still holding her wrists together. He tied them together with the leather and then returned his hands to his pants, which were soon in a crumpled heap on the floor, along with his boxers. He placed himself at her entrance, torturing her with the feeling of having her needs so close. She tried to move her hips forward, but he flipped her over onto her stomach before she got the chance.

Her ass was up in the air so that she was completely exposed to him, her arousal was vividly obvious. He climbed onto the bed and pushed her face down into the sheets, raising her ass even higher. He smacked her hard, leaving a red mark behind on her right cheek. She moaned loudly, her way of asking for more. "You never listen," he growled.

"Please," she moaned, "fuck me Marco."

"You gonna listen to me?"

"Yes, I'll wear the dresses." All of her stubbornness faded away, she needed him badly and if she had to wear a dress to get him, she'd just have to do it. He knew how to make her cave into his demands, he always won.

"Why?" He asked smacking her ass again.

"Because, I belong to you."

"That's right," he rewarded her with another smack before plunging into her depths full force, without warning. She cried out in pain and pleasure as she expanded to accept his unbelievable girth. He began thrusting fast and hard, allowing her no mercy. She was unable to support herself with her hands bound so she had her face turned to the side as he rammed himself into her. He reached underneath her and rubbed her sensitive bud as he plowed into her. She was close and he knew it.

All of a sudden he pulled out, leaving her close to the edge. "What the hell?" She flipped herself over so that she lay under him looking up into his crystal blue eyes. He wore a smirk across his face, knowing he had just deprived her of the one thing she craved in that moment.

He leaned down and placed himself at her aching core, "Beg for it."

His words sent a shiver through her body, "Please, Marco." Her words were filled with lust and longing.

"Please, what?"

"Please fuck me, make me come," she purred, hooking her bound arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He pushed in slowly, making her writhe beneath him, "Jesus, Marco," she was finding it hard to catch her breath as he worked himself in and out painfully slow. She began moving her hips up and down, to speed up the pace and he let her do it a few times before pinning her down. His thrusts became faster and harder, making her release delicious sounds of pleasure. He again reached in between them to rub her sensitive pearl, but this time he didn't stop. Her orgasm washed over her furiously, causing her to contracting tightly around his length. He thrust a few more times before his release came, following her into a pit of euphoria.

"Come on," he said climbing off of her, "we gotta get going."