Chapter 20 No More Shields
Chapter twenty
No More Shields
Reiko became grateful for the blindfold the moment she realized there were other people around. Other people who would, of course, have to see her in whatever terrible state she looked. Her imagination assured her it was beyond unimpressive.
She made only a minimal effort to catch the spoken exchanges. Her body was exhausted. Her mind was exhausted. She was less cold, though her joints still hurt and her wrists and ankles ached in a sharper way that probably meant actual injury. And of course, there was the issue of her bladder.
Santino said something about getting the car warmed up, then something else about fire. Only pieces penetrated Reiko’s mind. When they stepped out, into what she assumed was still the night, the open air assaulted her nose.
For a moment, it was nice. Perversely cleaner and refreshing. But it was also colder outside than it had been in the other space.
“It’s okay, beautiful,” Santino whispered as she tensed.
“Dario’s bringing the car up now. You’ll be warm real soon.
” She heard an idling engine and a door, and as Santino bent them forward, he spoke again—but not to her.
“Get Ivers. I don’t care if you promise to fund his early retirement or his grandkid’s entire education plan, I want him at location not more than ten minutes behind me. ”
“You got it, Boss,” Armando’s familiar voice replied. His tone was rougher than usual, but his words had been immediate and strong.
Reiko felt herself being shuffled, but even before they settled or the door clicked, she realized they were in the car.
And as Santino had promised, the heat was on.
She let out a small moan of relief at the warmed temperature of the air, her skin practically rippling against it.
She leaned toward the source on instinct and Santino pulled her back in place over his lap.
“You can’t climb into the heater, beautiful,” Santino teased, his tone too light.
He tucked her between his thighs, angled so she was directly in the path of the heat, and locked one arm around her.
His other hand came up and his fingers brushed beneath the blindfold, where it rested at the top of her cheekbone. “Ready to lose this?”
She drew a shaky breath as the car rolled into motion.
Not being able to see had been nearly as terrifying and infuriating as the gag stuffed into her mouth.
She’d hated it. But then Santino had swooped in and rescued her, and in a strange twist, the scrap of whatever fabric over her face had become like a shield.
It was so easy to hide behind shields. She had arguably been doing exactly that all her life.
Reiko lifted a trembling, protesting arm, sloppily nudged Santino’s hand away, and gripped the blindfold between her fingers.
She was done being the woman she had allowed herself to be made into, even when she’d thought herself free.
No more shields. With a sharp movement, she tugged the blindfold down and let it drop around her neck.
It was dark in the car, and outside, yet still her eyes needed a moment to adjust. Filtered streetlight angled into the car, illuminating Santino and then receding from him as quickly.
His beautiful blond hair was a mess, his blue eyes somehow remained smiling, and blood was caked along the side of his face.
Reiko felt her heart trip. “You’re hurt!” The words choked out of her, fresh tears burning her eyes.
He smiled wider and dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the furrow in her brow. “Head wounds are bleeders. That’s all. It’s not so bad.” He gave the slightest shrug. “Well, I might be missing a piece of ear now. I’ll have the doc take a look later.”
Her mouth dropped open.
He tucked a hand at her nape and tugged her tight against him, pressing her head beneath his chin. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure to grow my hair to cover it, so it doesn’t ruin our wedding photos.”
The threatening tears dissolved behind a burst of startling laughter. She was marrying an idiot.
Santino came to a stop at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of his peacefully sleeping woman. She’d crashed shortly after they’d tucked in for the night, but that was understandable. And she’d more than earned the respite.
Santino was just glad Ivers hadn’t seemed too worried about infection or scarring from her wounds.
They’d both been given a precautionary antibiotic, Reiko’s raw limbs lathered in medicated cream and wrapped carefully, and instructions on keeping their respective bandages fresh.
The instructions were very simple—every so many hours, new ointment, new wraps, more pills. What fun.
Well, it was actually about time to change her wraps. And if he had to wake her, anyway….
Santino gently slid the comforter down, his smile widening when her only protest was to flop onto her back with a sleepy groan. He didn’t know how deeply asleep she was in the moment, so there was no guarantee he’d get too far before she woke. The challenge made it that much more thrilling.
The shirt of his that she’d worn to bed was already up around her hips, leaving her legs beautifully bare to his hungry eyes.
He wanted to run his lips and tongue along every inch of her flesh, to kiss and touch until she was so worked up that his first taste of her would be all she needed.
But he was also consumed by a ferocious hunger.
So, he crawled onto the mattress, and with the lightest touch, spread her knees until he could fit between her thighs. His fingers danced up her skin, hooked over her panties, and slid those down until her sweet pussy was bare to him.
His mouth fucking watered at the sight.
With one more glance upward, over the slight arch of her spine and spotlights of her pebbled tits, Santino grinned wider to see Reiko was still asleep. He could see her eyes moving behind her eyelids. I’ll give you a good dream to wake up from, baby.
He bowed his head and flattened his whole tongue against her heat, unable to stop himself from groaning low at the taste of her.
His grip tightened as her body shuddered with a quiet gasp and he went to work, pushing past her outer lips and remapping her pussy.
He teased her entrance, swept up to her clit and played with that until she started rolling against him.
Then he dragged his tongue downward again and plunged it as deep as possible inside her.
Her hips rocked against his face as her sleepy groans became sultry moans.
Her thigh brushed against his bandaged ear, but he ignored the flare of pain. Who the fuck cared about pain when they were feasting so well?
Santino rubbed his tongue firmly against a sensitive spot and her stuttering gasp preceded another gush of sweet, addictive nectar.
“S-Santino!”
He’d have smiled if his mouth weren’t so preoccupied.
But he did so love the way her body tensed and shook and fucking melted beneath him in the span of seconds and a breathy moan finally followed.
He didn’t let up until he was sure she was close to a proper orgasm, her body wound as tightly as his own.
It had been his intention to eat her out properly, all the way to oblivion. But she was already awake, and his dick was so damn hard it was possibly throbbing more violently than his head.
Santino pushed up to his elbows, licked his lips, and swept his greedy gaze up the length of his beautiful, panting fiancée once again. “How do you want it, beautiful? I’m at your service.”
She made a sound like a frustrated whimper and one of her legs curled tighter against him. “I’m not broken,” she said breathlessly. “Get up here and fuck me until I’m full. And then carry me to the bathroom so we can wash up together.”
He beamed, the force of the instant smile burning through him. “Music to my ears.”
Santino paused only long enough to finish removing her panties, ripped off his own sweatpants, and rejoined her on the bed in seconds. He was a touch gentler with the shirt she wore, but he needed her naked. He needed her flesh against his everywhere he could get it. He was so damn addicted to her.
Her fingers skimmed across his chest as he stretched over her, before her arms finally curved around his back. “Santino,” she whispered.
He smirked and rocked his length through her slick folds, letting his precum mix with her arousal.
“That’s right, beautiful. I’m the only one who gets to see you, to touch you, like this.
” He pushed her legs wide, notched himself at her entrance, and locked his stare with hers.
“You gonna take this dick deep and milk it fucking dry today? Is that what you want?”
She licked her lips and pressed her nails into his skin. “Yes. Today. Tomorrow. Every day until I’m so big I can’t see my feet anymore.”
The image did him in and Santino slammed deep, dropping over her to crush his lips to hers simultaneously.
Her choked outcry died somewhere in the back of his throat and he fell into a hard rhythm, grinding against her pelvis every time he sank home.
He took a loose fistful of her hair and vibrated as her nails scraped down his skin, his orgasm already too close.
The kiss broke and he lowered his head to tease the skin along her throat while she caught her breath.
“S-Santino!” Fuck, he loved that pitch in her voice.
He loved her. Period.
Santino let his teeth graze her shoulder as her body trembled in its race toward oblivion.
Then he raised his head, tightened his grip just a little of her hair, and met her half-delirious gaze.
“If you think I’m not going to be fucking feral over you when you’re pregnant,” he said, his words helpfully hindered by his own uneven breathing, “you’re in for a wild surprise, beautiful.
” He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and rocked his hips to grind a little deeper as he found her ear.
“Now, I need you to be my good girl and come for me, baby. Come all over my—”