7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Emilio
W hat I'm doing is considered wrong by most and I know I should feel guilty, but my obsession has grown to the point that I have to have her. Even if I didn't want to get revenge on her family for them killing my father, the need would still be there. I'm past the point of no return.
That's what I'm telling her and myself, but I know my need for her is more than just revenge. It started out that way and then my obsession grew into an addiction. I've never felt this way about anything or anyone before. I just hope one day she'll forgive me. Or maybe, if I just fuck her out of my system, it will go away.
Looking down at my beautiful wife, I can't hold back any longer. All I see is the woman who belongs to me. MINE. The very tip of my cock is at her entrance. She's warm, wet, and trembling in fear. Her eyes are closed. "Open your eyes, Little Storm. You need to see who is fucking you. See who you belong to."
Not wanting to tear my wife but not letting her off the hook either, I push my throbbing cock inside of her, just an inch at first. Giving her time to adjust, I take a deep breath and try to stop myself from bottoming out in one violent thrust. After a few seconds, I shove in another couple of inches.
Once I've gotten halfway inside of her, I thrust the rest of the way in, in one hard push. Pausing and closing my eyes, I savor the feeling. I felt her innocence and the moment I broke through it; I feel like a king. She's mine. All mine. Her pussy is so wet, so warm, and my dick is jerking in anticipation. It wants to move, but I hold back, trying to let her adjust to the forcefulness I've already subjected her to.
Opening my eyes, I realize my wife is under me, screaming, with tears running down her face. Serena is sobbing, I suspect not only in pain but also for the loss of her innocence, which is so highly valued in our society.
Her words come out in a strained whisper. "You may have taken my honor, but I won't give you my participation. If you want to fuck me, I'm going to lie here like a dead fish and give you nothing back. I fucking hate you, Emilio. You mean nothing to me, and you better enjoy this because it's never happening again." She spits in my face.
Wiping off the spittle, I thrust into her hard, not giving a fuck anymore about her pain. "You are mine! You will do as I say, when I say." Thrusting in as hard as I can again, I stop. "This bed is our bed. You will sleep here beside your husband." Pulling almost all the way out, I thrust back in, harder still, and she cries out. "I’ll fuck you when, where, and how I want. And you’ll bend over and take it, like a good wife should." Slamming into my wife again, I notice she's getting wetter with each thrust.
All the hunger I have for her grows, knowing she wants me, even if she says she doesn’t. Reaching down between us, I press my finger over her clit and rub it in circles.
"Open your fucking eyes." Anger that she dares to shut me out causes me to grab her by the throat and squeeze.
I continue to pump in and out of my Little Storm. She's going to orgasm even if it kills me. I can feel the precum leaking from the end of my cock as it jerks. Her pussy flutters and squeezes around my shaft. It's all I can do not to come.
"I don't share what belongs to me. Don't you ever look at another man, smile at another man, or give him what is mine. No one else will ever hear these desperate sounds you make when you are trying to hold back. You belong to me now, Serena Martinelli-Esposito."
Tears prick in her eyes again, but not from pain. She’s trying not to give me her pleasure, but I refuse to go down without a fight. I massage her clit harder with my finger, while slamming into her harder with my cock, and when I can't hold out any longer, I lean down and sink my teeth into her neck.
That's what does it. Her pussy contracts and strangles my dick, and I come harder than I've ever come in my life. Spraying my seed all over her pussy walls, I savor the euphoria of the moment as I try to catch my breath. That could be my son or daughter that we just created.
I can't wait until she's pregnant and her stomach grows round, her tits full of sweet, creamy milk. My mouth waters as I think about what it will taste like.
This is the first time I've fucked a woman without a condom, and I'm glad I won't ever need to wear one again. There will never be anything between us. When I pull my cock out of her, it’s coated red, the evidence of her innocence. My cock lurches at the sight, and I almost go back for a second time. But my wife is going to be sore and I'm not an animal, so I control myself. The red smeared between her thighs and on the bedsheets makes it hard to pull away.
"Stay here," I instruct as I turn and walk away, leaving Serena sobbing on our bed. Filling the garden tub, I sprinkle in some bath salts that are infused with lavender. Walking back to the bed, I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom, placing her down in the warm water. Then I sit on the side of the tub, squeeze some shampoo in my hands, and start massaging her hair and scalp.
Serena's gaze is questioning, unsure of what to think. With the shampoo rinsed, I immediately reach for the conditioner and work it into her smooth hair. After making sure her hair is clean and conditioned, I carefully lather and wash her body. Once I get to the peak between her legs, I make sure I'm extra careful, knowing she's going to be sore.
"You sit and soak while I clean up," I say, leaving her to relax in the tub.
Pulling the bloody sheets from the bed, I feel like puffing out my chest. I can't wait until Gio and Marcello see these sheets. There are rules and laws in our world that must be followed. The fact that Serena is my wife will make it hard for them to do anything, unless they want a war.
Quickly, I fit clean sheets on the bed before going in and getting my wife out of the tub. Carefully drying her off with a big white fluffy towel, I see her looking down.
“You have a piercing?”
“I can assure you it’s more beneficial to you than it is to me,” I announce.
"You don't even care that my blood is still on you?"
"No. I'm honored. I know that no one else will ever own your pussy but me. If you need another lesson, I'm more than willing to teach it, but after the branding and our little romp in bed, you are probably exhausted."
That's when I hear Serena gasp, "What happened to your back?"
Her small cool hands are on my back, feeling the scars of my childhood.
A wave of vulnerability rushes over me, making my heart pound and my cheeks heat.
"It's nothing for you to worry about," I snap.
I place one of my T-shirts over my head, pulling it down and covering my shame. Dressing her in another of my shirts, my cock hardens at seeing her in my clothing. The sight of her adorned in something that belongs to me strikes me with a primal urge to possess and own her. Knowing she's sore, I try to control myself and concentrate on taking care of her.
Then, grabbing some pain meds out of the cabinet, I give her a small cup of water and the pills. "Take these. It will help with the pain from that and the branding."