29. Ring on, clothes off
I’m surprised when Giulia asks me to shorten our trip to five days instead of seven, but I’m done with being polite and social. I want the comfort of my home, my wife in my arms without anyone around. We also have some shit to do back in West Hill; our bubble is about to burst.
Those five days in Kalliste have been filled with family, but I’ve had my dose to last me an entire year. Don’t these people ever do anything by themselves? I’m not sure if I’m annoyed that they’re always together or that I never had that growing up. It was always just the four of us.
We barely saw the twins again after that first diner and Nico took it upon himself to disappear every evening. This level of peopling is too much for him and I can’t blame him. It feels like my head is going to explode from all the chatting. At the same time, every attention from Mammona and laughs from my cousin or Giulia felt like something I’d been missing. It felt like being with my mother for Friday dinner, only multiplied by ten and every single day.
It’s late when we pull up at the cottage. Having Giulia use the keys and open our house gives a kick to the butterflies inside me. Fuck those fuckers, I swear I’m becoming a real sap for anything my wife does.
“I’m exhausted,” Giulia tells me dramatically while flopping onto the grey sheets of her bed, half naked after getting rid of her clothes. Her skin jiggles with the movement, making my mouth water. The four-posted bed makes the perfect frame for my wife and I can’t wait to implement the little plan I have in mind for her.
“Your family talks too much.”
“Hey! I’m allowed to criticise them, you’re not. Don’t be ungrateful. Besides, they adore you.”
“That’s because I’m adorable.”
I take my clothes off until I’m just in my boxers and settle on top of her, my forearms framing her face. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, then her neck. The breath she releases has my cock perking up and I untangle myself from her sinful body before I forget what I need to do tonight.
I get to my pants, abandoned on the armrest of my chair, and retrieve the blue box from it. She sits up on the bed and watches me, head cocked to the side and biting her lower lip. Her eyes are set on my ass and I get such a kick out of knowing she wants me as much as I want her. The little yellow set she has on bites into her skin at the hips and is so sheer I can make the outline of her pussy from where I’m standing. I want nothing more than to remove it with my teeth.
I close the distance between us and sink down to one knee in front of her.
“Andrea?” Her voice comes up high and breathless.
I open the box to reveal the ring inside. It’s a band of white gold with a single radiant-cut amethyst, surrounded by zircons. When I opened it first as I got out of her father’s house, I couldn’t believe this would be the ring that she wears for the rest of our lives together. Then I remembered it belonged to her mother. It’s the most precious piece of jewellery she’ll ever wear.
“You got me my mother’s ring?”
Her eyes fall on the ring, fat tears forming at the corner. I remove it from its velvet bed to place it on her finger, aligning it with the simple gold band we share. Past, present and future adorn her hand and I swallow, my throat thickening suddenly.
“Giulia Moretti Capaldi, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Facing your father is the least of the hardships I’ll get through to get you what you deserve.”
“Hardship?”
“Your father is a cunt, sweetheart.”
Her laughs booms in the space between us and fills all corners of the room and of my heart. I gulp audibly. “I didn’t think I was built for love, sweetheart. But I’m built for you. I was made for you. Will you be my wife? For real this time?”
She looks at the ring on her hand again and drops to her knees in front of me, framing my face with her hands. Seeing the ring in the corner of my eye settles me. All I can see is her.
Her lips land on mine, softly at first. It’s all gratitude and devotion.
I lift her up from her kneeling position, gathering her into my arms and her legs band around my hips on instinct, her ass filling my hands where I hold her against me. I can feel the wetness at her core against my stomach and groan into her mouth when I take her lower lip between my teeth. She whimpers and I absorb the sound before I deposit her on her back on the bed.
“You’re going to be a good wife for me and show me how grateful you are, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Defiance flares behind the green irises, and I almost jump in excitement. I love to cherish her, but to punish Giulia is a thrill I’m addicted to.
“Are you gonna show me how grateful you are that I’m your wife?” she counters.
My smile is wicked when I prowl over her body and lower her bra down until I can take a nipple into my mouth. She throws her head back and I bite. Hard. Cries of pain melt into cries of pleasure on her tongue. I remove the bra and slap her other tit, overwhelming her with burning sensations before I gently lap at her heated skin to soothe the pain away.
“Have you forgotten you’re not in charge here, guerrieritta? I’m more than happy to remind you. Stay here and do not move.”
I go to my bedroom to retrieve the objects I’m going to need and come back leisurely, not rushing, hoping she disobeys me.
I tsk under my breath when I enter her bedroom and find my desperate slut of a wife with a hand in between her legs. Goosebumps erupt on my flesh at the prospect of tanning her skin red with my marks again, the anticipation of what I have in mind for her tonight barely contained inside me.
“Are you so fucking desperate to come, already?”
She nods, her chest flushed and legs trembling.
I set aside the objects I’ll use away from her eyes and her curious gaze follows me. I sit down in my chair. “Since you can’t keep your hands off what belongs to me, go ahead. Make yourself come.”
My voice is steel wrapped in satin, but she only hesitates a second before her hand snakes back into her yellow lace panties, blocking my favourite view.
“Panties off. Now.”
I can almost taste her obedience on my tongue, sweet and perfect just like she is. “Come give them to me. On your hands and knees.”
Giulia’s pupils dilate until black is all that’s left. Her chest heaves and she stands, then removes her panties slowly. When she drops to her knees and crawls to me with the panties in her mouth, I almost come on the spot. My cock is rock fucking hard, but I don’t intend to do shit about it. For now.
When she reaches me, she sits on her haunches and hands me the offensive fabric. Her hands glide on my thighs, but I take her chin in a possessive hold that soothes the primal part of my brain and force her gaze to meet mine. “Did I tell you to touch me?”
“No,” she whispers, her breaths shallow, and she removes her hands. Her nipples are so taunt, begging to be bitten again, but I don’t lose control. This is my scene, my play, and I’ll be damned if I let her win by letting her seduce me out of this role we love to play.
“Crawl back to the bed and fuck yourself. I won’t repeat myself.”
She crawls back to the bed, giving me a perfect view of her backside, creamy skin for days and tight asshole I want to own just like I do her pussy. The little shit even throws a wink at me behind her shoulder. She’s so fucked, and she has no idea.
When she’s settled again on her back, propped against the jungle themed cushions she loves so much, she circles her clit with one hand while caressing her breasts with the other.
I prowl to her, standing on the side of the bed and watching where her hand gives her what she needs. What she thinks she needs. Just when she’s cresting, I lean down and whisper in her ear. “You should know, desperate sluts don’t get fucked, sweetheart.”
She comes with my name on her lips and while she’s recovering, I move quickly to tie each wrist to a bedpost in a tight hold that should leave a mark but won’t cut the blood flow.
“What are you doing?” she asks excitedly.
“Teaching you a lesson. Since you’re so desperate to come like the slut you are and you don’t know how to obey, I’m gonna show you. If you need me to stop, have both your hands in a ‘three’ sign, like this.”
I show her how and she mimics me, then I move on to tie her ankles to the bedposts the same way I did her wrists.
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”
“Umh, yes.”
“Good, you’re gonna be here a long time.”
I had planned to fuck her all night and I will, but before that, she’s gonna come so many times that by the end, she’ll wish I’d give her mercy. I don’t have an ounce of it inside me.
First, I need to take care of my hard on because I can’t fucking think.
I step back from the bed and remove my boxers. My cock stands at attention and Giulia licks her lips watching it bob against my lower stomach. Now might be the time to fuck her mouth while I use one of the vibrators I got for her. See how long she holds it until she comes while I flood her mouth. The thought has me leaking at the slit of my dick and I wrap my hand around it, tugging roughly.
I pick Giulia’s underwear where I left it on the corner of the bed and wrap it around my cock. The material is rougher than my hand and scratches at the side of my length, but the discomfort adds to the sensation. She watches me with eagle eyes, riveted by the sight of me just as I’m by watching her naked and tied to the bed. I keep fucking the fabric until I come, feeling just marginal relief but that will have to do.
Cum sticks to the fabric and I walk back to where Giulia’s head lays on the pillow, her curls a deep red against the grey. Like the sunrise she is in my life.
I take her jaw into my hand. “Open.” I dare her to speak her safeword before we even begin with one look, but that fire I crave is still there in the green depth and she obeys. I stuff her mouth with the soiled fabric and the sight has my cock twitching again.
It’s gonna be a long night.