Chapter 42 #2
Her legs clamp around my hand, trying to keep me there when I go to remove it.
“Oh, God, Massimo, please,” she pleads, her head tilting so she can look at me.
Her eyes are wild, full of desperation and need.
“I need more. Please. This feels so good. So fucking good.” She lets out a loud cry when I pinch her nipple just enough to give her the bite of pain I know she needs, and I move my fingers closer to her entrance, circling it, but never touching her clit. Just feeling the heat and slick of her.
Can she come just like this? With so little stimulation? I want to find out.
“That’s it, cerbiatta,” I rasp, circling her some more, and pinching her again. Her back bows and I know she’s getting closer. Her entire body is shuddering with it, her thighs trembling, and she’s getting wetter with each second. “Do you need to come, Lucy? Do you need some relief?”
“Yes. Yes, please, Massimo. Yes. Please.” Her hips jerk, then grind down on my fingers, trying to get them inside. I turn my head to watch her in the mirror and it’s everything I can do not to come right there.
Fucking gorgeous.
Her eyes are closed, pure pleasure on her flushed face, and her body writhes and arches into me, completely lost to the excitement and need.
I want to see her come just like this. I want to see that wonder and pure pleasure overtake her.
“Spread your legs for me, Lucy. Now.” I growl, pure dominance in the command.
Her entire body shudders and I swear she’s come, but she stills her body, and slowly spreads her legs.
Like it’s costing her. I watch her in the mirror, taking in the way her creamy legs spread, revealing her slickened thighs.
She clearly shaved before coming out here, her pussy bare for me so I can see every part of her. The way her arousal coats her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand to grip her thigh. The very thigh that she told me was too big. Fucking nonsense. I want her to see it too. I want her to see everything I see. “Look at yourself, cerbiatta. Look at the goddess staring back at you in the mirror.”
She stares, unseeing at the mirror, her hips jerking when I pinch her nipple one more time. “Massimo,” she sobs desperately.
“Look at yourself, cerbiatta. Just like this. Wet and wanting, begging for me just from pinching these pretty nipples. From barely touching this sweet pussy and you’re about to come.
You’re fucking perfect. Do you see it? Do you feel how you excite me?
” I grind my cock into her ass, the friction of my sleep pants making my teeth clench.
“Tell me, cerbiatta. Tell me you know how beautiful you are. Tell me.”
“Massimo,” she cries. “Please, I can’t. I need…”
“I know what you need,” I assure her. “And I’ll give it to you soon.”
“Fuck,” she curses, but it comes out as more of a whine, her nails digging into my thigh so tight I’ll have marks there come tomorrow.
And I’ll fucking love to see them as a reminder of this moment.
“Massimo, I can’t focus like this. I need to come.
Please.” She cries out again when I pinch her nipple, quickly moving over to the other breast and giving it the same treatment.
My hand between her thighs searches out her entrance, and I feel it clench, trying to draw my fingers in.
“Do you see what I see, Lucy?” I coax her, rimming her, not giving her what she craves. Not yet. I need her answer.
“Massimo, I believe that you think I’m beautiful,” she gasps out in desperation, a slight snap in her tone. “I need time to think it about myself. Everything is different than I’m used to and that takes time.”
I know she’s right, but I also don’t want to ever hear her talk about herself that way again. “Good girl.” She shudders, arousal covering my fingers between her thighs. “And good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?”
She whimpers, nodding her head fast. I move my fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly, testing her, watching her in the mirror.
She moans, deep, guttural, hips arching and grinding, her body straining into my touch.
I’ve never seen a hotter moment in my life.
She’s fucking glorious and I can’t wait to feel her come over my fingers. Even if my control is thread bare.
“Come for me, cerbiatta,” I order firmly, using the exact tone I know she needs. “Now.” I rub her clit harder, rougher, and she fucking detonates.
Her cries fill the closet, her body bucking, shuddering, with her orgasm.
I have to hold her in place, which is fucking torture as her ass grinds on my cock.
Only years of hardened self control keep me from coming in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I watch the flush of her face, the dazed look in her eyes, and the ebb and flow of her orgasm through her body until she finally stills, panting.
“So fucking perfect,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
I pull my hand from her clit, pressing my palm flat to her lower belly and holding her in place as I try to regain some of my control.
“Look at yourself now, cerbiatta. Look at how sated you look, how your skin is glowing. A vision. Every part of you is so fucking perfect.” I purposely trace my fingers along one of the stretch marks, watching her reaction in the mirror.
She doesn’t flinch or look at what I’m doing with discomfort or disgust. She just watches, fascinated. Perfect.
“Massimo,” she breathes finally, her voice husky from her cries.
“Yes, cerbiatta?” I continue to watch her, thinking of another way to make her come in front of that mirror again. I want all these images cemented in my brain. Hell, when I get her back to Sicily, I’m going to have our entire room covered in mirrors so I can see every inch of her.
“I was terrified earlier,” she admits softly, watching me. “I didn’t know if I could do this. That it would hurt or I’d get into my own head and ruin it.”
“And now?”
“And now I want to try,” she admits, nerves filling her voice. “But I don’t know how I’m going to feel now and—”
“Lucy,” I warn her.
“No, listen,” she insists. “I gave birth six weeks ago, and while everything is healed, and the doctor the other day said that I just needed the bleeding to stop, and it has, I’ve heard it can hurt and be super uncomfortable the first time. I don’t want to disappoint you if I can’t…”
“How could you ever disappoint me, Lucy? Your comfort is my only priority. I will never allow you to hurt. If you need to stop, we stop, no question. We talk, we figure out what you need, and when you’re comfortable, we try again.
If that’s not for another few weeks, then that’s what we do.
We find something that works.” A dark thought enters my mind.
“Did he ever force you to take him when you were too sore or struggling?”
The very thought makes my guts burn.
She hesitates, and that’s enough for me to know that is exactly what that fucker did.
“It happened once,” she finally whispers.
“We had just been at the club and we were going really hard. I was into it when we were there, but he was really rough that night. I wanted that, so I didn’t complain.
Then, we went home, and I was exhausted and sore.
I needed a hot bath, and to just sleep. He used to be good with aftercare, but that night, he was so amped up, feeling so high off the rush of what we did, that when we got home, he wanted sex again.
I told him no, that I was too sore, but then he used that tone and I just gave in.
I told myself I was into it, that it was my job as his wife, his sub in that moment, to give him what he wanted, but he was so much rougher.
He didn’t go slow or be careful with how sore and swollen I already was.
In the end, I just had to lie there and wait for him to be done.
When he was, he was so proud of himself he didn’t realize how sore I was or how I didn’t enjoy it.
He just rolled away and told me I was good to bathe then.
I did, and I had to avoid him for days. He kept telling me how disappointed he was in me for not wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with me. ”
Fucker. That absolute cunt. I’m going to enjoy seeing him in hell. I’ll take over his punishments from whatever demon is assigned to him. And I’ll be so much fucking worse for what he did to this woman. To my woman.