Chapter 10
Lucrezia opened her eyes to a change in movement. She was still in Romero”s arms, but now he was carrying her.
Startled, she gasped at the shift of equilibrium.
Had she been asleep?
Her eyes blinked a few times to find Romero looking down at her, smiling.
”I”m sorry, perla. I just wanted to get you more comfortable.”
Gently, he deposited her on the massive four poster canopy bed.
It was big enough for a whole army. She”d never seen anything like it.
”Did I fall asleep on you? I didn”t mean to.”
Lucrezia rubbed her eyes, a little more awake now.
”Stop apologizing so much. You were tired out from a very eventful day. I love that you”re more comfortable. That makes Daddy very happy.”
Romero kissed her and stood upright.
He was still dressed, with two or three buttons on his shirt undone. After he let his suspenders hang free, Lucrezia watched as he undid his belt one handed.
She found herself licking her lips, knowing she was going to see his nude body for the first time.
Sure, she had seen the men in catalogs modeling clothing. But never an actual one in the flesh, and certainly not one that she could now say was hers.
Her husband.
Romero removed the gun from the holster and placed it on the nightstand.
As if knowing that Lucrezia was acknowledging it, he halted and held up his finger.
”You know the rule.”
”Don”t touch Daddy”s gun.” She repeated it crystal clear.
Lucrezia even scooted to the far end of the bed, showing that she would obey.
Romero leaned over the sheets and cupped her cheek.
”You wait for me here. I”m going to get changed. Ten minutes.”
”Okay.”
He closed the sheer canopy like a wall keeping the outer world at bay. It made her feel safe.
As Romero walked away, she noticed that he had positioned the gun in the opposite direction.
It felt ominous, even several feet away and aimed at the door. Always waiting for the unexpected. Or perhaps in Romero”s world, the expected.
When she hugged her knees to her chest, Lucrezia felt the dampness between her legs.
She stretched out on the bed, flat on her back, and tried to envision what it would be like with her husband on top of her. What position did he want her body in? How badly would it hurt?
In the brief conversations Lucrezia and her mother had about marital relations, it was simple.
”Your husband will take what he wants on his wedding night. A good wife takes it without complaint. That is how you give him babies.”
Lucrezia shook the memory away.
No. Romero had proven time and time again that he was patient, understanding, and well-versed in pleasures of the flesh.
This brought about even more ever-circling thoughts in her head.
He was clearly experienced. Would he be disappointed in her even though he had touched her body several times already?
Lucrezia whimpered, rousing Romero”s attention. He exited the bathroom with his hair slightly damp from washing out whatever product he used on it.
”Lucrezia, are you all right?”
She pressed her lips together when she fully took him in. He was in his underwear, and little droplets of water dripped down his chest.
”Mhm...” Lucrezia could only squeak as she shyly averted her eyes.
He suspiciously raised a brow but was convinced enough to continue what he was doing. Albeit with more haste.
Lucrezia tried to refocus, practicing bringing her knees up and apart. After a few seconds, it wasn”t very comfortable. The slight chill in the air hit between her legs, making her shiver.
Becoming aware of how aroused she was in Romero”s lap, Lucrezia got curious.
She sat up on the pillows and let her knees fall open again, examining herself.
When she brought her hand down there, she felt the slick little button at the apex. As she made a move to delve further, it created pleasure, making her snatch her hand back.
The pleasure was similar to what Romero did to her but different.
Biting her lip, she held one of her thighs open and brought her hand down again, dragging her fingers through the dark curls and back at the pleasure spot again.
A gasp escaped her lips. More pleasure.
This felt good, but she knew enough to know that Romero would focus his pleasure further down at her entrance.
Never before had she explored there, too afraid it would hurt.
Lucrezia”s breath came in short, fast gasps as one finger just barely teased the entrance.
It didn”t seem as scary if it was only herself touching the forbidden place.
With another whimper, she let her body sink deeper in the bed as she wondered why she had never tried this.
”What are you doing in there, little girl?”
Lucrezia”s head shot to her right, and her hand left between her legs in the span of a second.
Romero was leaning against the bathroom doorway with a smirk and folded arms.
”N-nothing. I”m just waiting.” She mirrored him and crossed her arms, hoping to God he hadn”t seen her.
”So, you weren”t just playing with that little pussy?”
Romero sauntered to the bed and carefully opened the canopy curtains that were directly in front of her. His eyes fell right between her legs, making her toes curl.
”What? No! Absolutely not. No.” Her head frantically shook as Romero climbed into bed and settled atop her.
”No lying to your Daddy, perla.”
Lucrezia could only push herself further into the bed as she became closer than she ever had with her husband. Now barely any clothing between the two of them and virtually nothing stopping him from claiming her body, Lucrezia turned away, mortified and bright red.
”I”m sorry, Daddy. I didn”t mean to.”
”Oh, baby.” Romero swallowed her entire body with his hot flesh.
”It”s okay, sweet girl. I”m glad that you did. I want you to explore your body. Are you nervous? Scared? Is that why you started touching? Hm?”
Romero forced her to look up at him.
As he stroked and caressed her, the nerves disappeared. It was only the two of them in the world at that moment.
”I don”t want it to hurt,” Lucrezia whispered with pleading eyes.
Please, let my mother be wrong, she pleaded to herself.
”Perla, I”ll do everything I can to make you feel good. I can”t promise you won”t feel just a twinge of discomfort and some pressure, but your Daddy is here. And it”s his job to take care of you. Do you still trust me?”
”Yes,” Lucrezia said without hesitation because it was true.
Romero had proven himself trustworthy ten fold. And besides the couple of times she found her ass red under his palm, he ensured the pleasure they had shared up until now was nothing short of wonderful.
Romero reached down to his waist band, groaning when he touched himself.
He pulled his length free from his underwear, making Lucrezia”s eyes widen.
”It won”t fit!” Her eyes darted between his member and his eyes as her thighs tightened together out of instinct.
”I think you and I will fit together just fine. Will you spread your legs for me and let Daddy in?”
Lucrezia watched between their bodies, and she nervously shifted her legs and watched him balance above her. His pelvis was aligned with hers, and Lucrezia found herself counting the ribs on his sides as she ran her hands up and down that area.
”This position is best for now. You can hold on to me as tight as you can, and we”ll go as slow as you want. There”s no rush, Perla.”
Lucrezia nodded in response, not wanting to take her eyes off the weeping tip of his cock.
”How long will it take?”
The question made Romero laugh, which relaxed her.
”Well, I”m not sure. But if you”re worried about pain, we can take breaks. Don”t worry. We have the rest of our long lives to perfect lovemaking.”
Lovemaking.
That wasn”t among the terms she had heard when it came to the sexual act.
Now that Romero said it, it only solidified the new feeling between them.
”Open up just a little more for me, baby. Take slow, deep breaths.”
She bent her knees and widened her thighs the best she could without pain, being sure to fill and empty her lungs slowly.
Lucrezia intently watched between their bodies as he grasped himself, moving his fist up and down.
”What does it feel like when you do it? When you touch yourself?” Lucrezia asked out of genuine curiosity.
Romero growled as he ran his tip up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.
”Fucking amazing. Stress relieving. But I know it won”t compare to how you’ll feel around my cock.”
Romero gently planted one hand on her inner thigh, removing any chance of tensing up around him.
”Keep breathing baby. Like this.”
Romero showed her how, and Lucrezia mirrored him by copying the “O” his mouth made.
The tips of their noses touched as she continued to practice. He would shake his head if her breaths were too shallow.
Lucrezia felt her entire body melt into the mattress with long, expanded breaths as his manhood gathered her arousal.
His cock head rubbed over her swollen clit, making her cry out. He moved it down to collect more of her arousal fluid, then back up again.
She could almost come just from that alone and watching his face as he finally got to experience her body.
”Remember to breathe.” Romero sank himself in her depths, only past the head.
He carefully watched how she responded, withdrawing and entering again just a bit further with each stroke until he was midway down his shaft. She felt a slight sting as her inner muscles stretched to a limit that they had never been before.
Lucrezia”s chest seized while she held her breath out of instinct, and she remembered this was why he told her to breathe.
She cried out, grasping the hand that was on her thigh and clawing his forearm.
”Good girl, good girl. You”re almost to the hilt. Breathe.” Romero halted his movements, pressing his forehead to hers and demonstrating the breathing again.
There was a pin prick of pain deep inside her, and she fought to turn her face away and grit her teeth.
”Daddy! I”m scared.”
”Do you want to stop?”
If he pulled himself free from her, she knew she”d mourn the loss of the fullness. With every passing second, the pain slowly faded into a dull ache that she felt could only be relieved by Romero.
”No, I just don”t want it to hurt anymore.”
Her chest began rapidly rising and falling with the fear of further pain.
Lucrezia did her best to concentrate, giving and accepting breath between the two of them when he guided her through breathing again.
“Easy, easy. Just like that. In and out. Daddy’s here.”
Romero”s body shook as he pulled himself free. He rubbed his cock over her clit, then entered again.
”You”re so warm. God, perla...”
This time, her body accepted his length further. When she looked between them, she felt a sense of pride. When he pulled out again to find that his manhood was soaked with her essence, it only fueled her.
”It”s all you, Lucrezia. You”re taking me so well. Oh, fuck-” unable to help himself, Romero hastened his movements.
Lucrezia felt her mouth gape when she watched how his corded muscles twitched with every stroke.
The prominent veins in his hands and forearms bulged more as his blood began to speed up, swelling his cock inside her.
Romero began showering her with soothing words and praise in Italian.
In the meager Italian she knew, Lucrezia urged him further, begging him to fully sheathe himself inside her.
The pain was becoming miniscule, even almost pleasurable, mixed with the relief of him pulling out. Now, it didn’t seem so scary.
She wanted him to bottom out within her. She ached to see him unravel all because of her.
The man who had killed in her name, with his razor sharp wit and iron rule over his dominion was sweating, panting, and quickly losing control as he pushed himself as deep as his cock could reach inside her.
Lucrezia cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, garnering his attention enough to pull him from his haze.
”What is it? Perla, talk to me.”
Romero worriedly made a move to withdraw again, but Lucrezia wrapped her legs around him.
”Don”t go...don”t go! I want to feel it as long as I can.”
She pressed her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his fading cologne. The muscles frantically spasmed around him, adjusting to the intrusion.
This would be the first and last time she”d ever feel this, and it was more than she had ever hoped for. Lucrezia was beyond happy that she was sharing this moment with Romero.
”God, you”re so big!” Lucrezia began laughing at her own statement, and Romero followed.
They separated but remained joined all the same.
”I have to move. Are you ready?”
“Yes, God, yes.” Anything to keep him nestled inside her.
Romero shifted positions, sitting back on his haunches. The loss of his cock made her pout, but it was quickly replaced with a smile when he roughly pulled her legs forward to rest them on his thighs, and he entered her again, this time without resistance.
The new position offered even deeper penetration, but Romero watched her body language carefully and reeled himself in when she showed signs of pain, of which there was very little now.
”Yes. Yes...yes!” She threw her head back, which gave him a vulnerable view of her throat.
Romero abandoned that position and resumed his place on top of her again, latching at the sensitive skin and keeping a hand on the back of her neck to prevent her from pulling away.
His other hand squeezed anywhere it could find; her breast, her hip, her thigh, even her ankle, which he used to keep that leg open.
Lucrezia felt another gush of arousal fluid soak him, discovering that she enjoyed his bites.
She decided to give him marks of his own.
With a devious smirk, her hand found both of his rippling shoulder blades. His body twitched when she touched him.
Lucrezia let her fingernails drag almost too hard down his back, making him roar.
When he looked down at her, his eyes were crazed. His teeth were bared. And his length had swelled even more inside her.
”You little brat.”
A sick grin spread across his face, and he took one of her wrists.
Little droplets of blood collected around her nails, and he sucked two fingers into his mouth.
Crazed with lust, Lucrezia repeated the action and sucked the blood clean from her finger, the one that housed her wedding ring.
When his strokes became more sporadic, Lucrezia knew what was happening. But she wanted him as close as possible when it did.
She held out her arms in need.
”Oh, God, Perla.”
Romero launched himself into her awaiting embrace.
He moved his hips harder and faster than he did before, snarling as he got closer.
Lucrezia let her lids close, happily wrapping her legs around her husband again.
A pressure began building in her belly. As if he knew, Romero pressed his hand to her lower abdomen, increasing the pleasure.
She was sure he could feel himself moving beneath his hand.
”Daddy, I feel it!”
”I know, baby. Come with me. Daddy”s close, too.”
Romero put her hand between her legs.
When she began rubbing, her whole body seized. But she put herself off, waiting until Romero gave the signals.
They both let out a slurry of incoherent pleading until, finally, Romero squeezed her hips so tight she knew she would bruise.
”I”m going to come,” he growled almost inhumanely.
That alone did Lucrezia in. Her orgasm crashed over her body and clamped down on his cock, sending him into a frenzy.
She felt warmth spread inside her, knowing it was his seed.
Romero shuddered, his roar of triumphant pleasure surely could have roused one of his men if they were still in the house.
But Lucrezia couldn”t bring herself to care.
When it was all over, Romero collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight.
“I love you, Lucrezia.” He desperately clung to her, his cock softening inside her.
Hearing it again from his own lips made her heart sing.
“I love you, Daddy.” Lucrezia circled his neck with her arms, not wanting to release him.
When he rolled on his back, he left a trail of his seed splattered across the apex of her thighs.
A cold chill spread over her body, making her shiver.
Romero snapped out of it again, drawing her close to him and pulling the plush covers over their bodies.
”Can we do that again?” Lucrezia sleepily mumbled.
Romero broke out into laughter, smoothing back his hair that was now slicked with sweat. He rested his hand behind his head, allowing her to nestle comfortably at his side.
”Perla, we can do that every night for the rest of our waking days.”
Lucrezia was almost afraid to close her eyes as the feel of his chest slowly rising and falling lulled her. Every few minutes, she would jerk.
What if this was all a dream? What if when she woke up in the morning, she was in her cold and lonely bed in her cold and lonely house?
Romero, ever vigilant of her body language and inner thoughts, kissed the top of her head.
”Sleep, Lucrezia. I”m not going anywhere, and I”ll be right here when you wake up.”
How did he always know what she was thinking?
Lucrezia sleepily raised her head.
”Promise?”
He made an “X” over his heart, telling her again to close her eyes.
Unable to fight anymore, Lucrezia fell into a deep sleep listening to Romero”s steady breathing and feeling a sense of security she had never felt before.