12. Vincenzo
Vincenzo
My chest tightens, surprise and apprehension both emotions that I find hard to control as she looks up at me with those dark, loving and trusting eyes.
I know what she’s been through, at least what I saw and what she’s been able to tell me but after her ordeal, nothing prepared me for her wanting to be tied up on her wedding night.
I lean down and kiss her rose colored lips. “You don’t need to do this, princessa. Ties, they are a hard limit for you.”
Anna reaches up and places a hand on either side of my face. “It’s a hard limit for evil bastards, Vincenzo. It’s not a hard limit for the man I love; the man I trust and want to spend my life loving. Capisce? I want to be restrained in your love.”
“You’ve given me enough. The vows you wrote. I could never love anything more. They were the best gift you could have ever given me.” I stroke a finger across her lips. “These lips, I want to kiss them, make you mine and tomorrow I don’t want you to regret a single thing, understand?”
Her eyes glisten with unfallen tears. “I want all of that and to have you tie me up, and to give you control of my pleasure. It’s my gift to you on our wedding night because I want you to understand that I trust you with all of my heart.”
I always thought we would get here, that our attraction and love would transcend what she’s been through in the past and what our families will need to go to war for now.
But not once did I anticipate Anna giving me her love and trust in this way the very night we wed, especially in this way.
Having been taken by force, restrained with chains around her wrists by Barcelo, restraints are a hard limit that I was prepared to spend an entire lifetime adhering to if needed for my princessa.
“You still have your tie?” she asks, kissing my lips.
“Stay still,” I whisper, sliding from the bed to get the tie from the front pocket of my tux, then inhaling the scent of her pussy as I draw it to my nostrils. I slowly unwrap it, the gift she’s given me and wants me to bind her with on our wedding night.
Anna is exactly where I want her, the delicate soles of her feet still lying on the footboard, completely trusting even after what I’ve done to her, making her come twice while I licked her sensitive little nub clean.
But this, restraining her, knowing what she’s been through, it’s far more intimate than anything she could have ever given me.
I don’t restrain her feet, as no matter what she’s said I want her to be able to move if she needs to in the heat of the moment. “Keep your feet pressed exactly like this against the foot of the bed.”
She nods, but still I’m watching my princessa carefully. “You’ll be able to move your feet, but your wrists I’ll restrain, not with chains but with the soft material of my tie, baby.”
Anna’s eyes meet mine steady and strong. “I want you to know how much I trust you, Vincenzo. Restrain me and make love to me. Make me forget everything except the power of your love?”
I slide higher, my legs on either side of her waist as I keep my body from crushing her, wrapping one wrist and then the other, tying them both to the frame of the bed.
This is not how I anticipated restraining her for the first time, but it was always intended to come in her time.
She’s taken the reins and asked me to show her what love and trust in restraints can look like.
The minute her hands are tied, I kiss her pretty pink lips, then her creamy neck, lowering myself to her collarbone and down below as her hips raise while I lick her delicate skin below.
It may not have been how I planned this night, but her gift, it is everything from her. My lips on her clit have her raising her hips as the desire grows, delirious with need, my hands beneath her ass, caressing the firm globes that after today are mine.
I wait until she’s right on the edge before sliding my cock deep inside, watching her eyes roll back as I do it over and over again, making her come and come as she pants my name, before letting her waves subside just to build them again.
Her hazy eyes meet mine as I kiss her and then gingerly begin removing the soft ties from her wrists.
I draw her into my arms and caress her hair, sliding the silkiness of the strands through my fingers.
“I love you, princessa. Your love is the best gift in the world, with or without restraints, no?”
Her eyes flash mischievously. “Better keep that tie close by, lover boy.”
Anna’s smile is infectious, but weariness settles in her eyes. I press her head to my chest. Rest love.”
She drifts to sleep, and I lay for an hour just soaking in her beauty knowing that soon all our armies will be needed. Because Bastian sure as fuck got the message that I’ve made Anna Cassone my wife.
Now the DeLucas go to war.