Chapter Five
Romeo
My father taught me from a young age that we would all die one day, that we should not fear death but that we must not seek it either.
It may have been the only time he ever lied to me.
Since meeting my new wife a week ago, I’d died a thousand deaths inside of her.
More than money. More than power. More than sleep.
All I desired was the oblivion I found buried deep inside my wife.
I had always been an early riser, but like so many things, that changed after marriage.
For some reason, I just wasn’t getting enough sleep at night anymore, and instead of waking before dawn, I’d taken to drowsing in my bed until morning light poured through the windows, or Massimo woke me.
But on this day, I actually was awake already when Vittoria carefully moved my enclosing arm and slipped out of our bed.
I let her think her stealthy efforts had been successful and that I was still asleep.
It wasn’t as if there was anywhere she could run off to.
As far as she knew, the only way out of our suite was through the outer room door, where two guards—one of mine and one of hers—stood watch.
And although I didn’t open my eyes, from what I heard as she rustled about the closet, she didn’t even try her luck with them.
Perhaps she just wanted a private shower this morning.
I did have a tendency to spoil those for her.
Sure enough, she tiptoed across the floor and soon I heard the bathroom door softly shut.
At once, I rolled over across the spacious bed, stretching like a cat.
I had work to do and no doubt Massimo was already waiting in the office.
I could easily imagine him glowering at my empty chair, counting down the seconds until I was late enough to warrant him interrupting me with a text.
Maybe I ought to get up and show him I still knew where my priorities lay. But I had time to join my wife for a quick shower.
Grinning, I flung back the blankets, my cock already hardening in anticipation as I gathered some clothes and headed for the bathroom.
I hadn’t heard the water running, and on some level, I must have known what that meant, because I was distinctly unsurprised to open the door and catch my wife attempting to squeeze herself out the narrow bathroom window.
I caught only a glimpse of her wide eyes and then her hands must have slipped, because the next thing I knew, she was wedged in the narrow window by her ample backside.
The picture she made, framed by the window and hung on the bathroom wall, was almost as tantalizing as it was exasperating. Almost.
“Naughty girl,” I tsked, setting my clothes down and strolling over to join her. “Escaping so soon?”
Her jean-clad bottom bucked as her legs kicked in a last desperate bid to wriggle through, but it was no good. She tried to wriggle back in next, but that was just as fruitless and at last, she slumped over the sill, humbled but not defeated, her toes dangling several inches above the floor.
“Well, no, actually,” she said sourly and looked back at me over the curve of her upturned ass. “I can honestly say that I am not escaping. Now are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me back inside?”
I thought about it.
“Romeo!” she snapped and slapped the wall.
“I love it when you shout my name,” I told her and hauled her back in, helping her shift around to squeeze through, and set her firmly back on her feet.
“Now what is this behavior? Have I not given you enough orgasms? How have I mistreated you? Come on, tell me why you think running away is justified.”
Vittoria folded her arms defiantly, but I didn’t miss the sudden blush on her cheeks, or the way the pulse at her throat throbbed.
Heat furled through me. She smelled of roses and vanilla, and something spicy I couldn’t identify, and all I wanted to do was bury myself in that scent and ravish her until she cried my name again, but I needed to remain stern.
“Vittoria,” I warned, unsmiling. “It is never a good idea to ignore me when I ask a question.”
A flicker of guilt touched her eyes before she tossed her hair and served me a haughty stare. “I just wanted to go outside.”
“Through the window?”
“What choice did I have? You’ve kept me in your room for a week now. When do I get to see other people?”
We both knew this was not what she was doing, but I would play along for now.
“All you had to do was ask. I will let your guards know that you wish to walk the property and they will escort you.”
“Escort me?” she echoed indignantly.
I pretended to be concerned. “My tesoro is not satisfied with the company of guards? Very well. Tonight, I want you dressed and ready for dinner with my family by 7 pm.”
“Fine,” she huffed.
“So that’s settled,” I said and placed my foot on the edge of the soaker tub, swiftly hauling her over my thigh.
“Romeo!” she cried out, flailing wildly for a moment before grabbing my shin.
As if I’d let her fall.
I brought my hand down on the meatiest part of her backside, loving the loud echo that ricocheted off the walls of the bathroom.
“Ow! What was that for?”
I leaned over to stare at her until she blushed and rolled her eyes beneath the wavy curtain of her hair.
“All right, so that was a stupid question,” she muttered.
I tugged her jeans down roughly, her panties with them, and spanked her until her pale globes turned ruby red. During her endless kicking, they slipped down her legs and off her feet to pool on the floor.
I had a perfect view of her entrance, her hard nub playing peek-a-boo between her slick puffy lips. I slid a finger through her wet folds.
Vittoria moaned and parted her legs, looking for more.
I shifted my stance until we faced the ornate Italian mirror above the dual vanity.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded. “Do you see how hot you are when you want my cock?”
I slid my finger inside her pussy. Her walls squeezed my invading digit.
“Look how your pupils dilate.”
Vittoria watched her changing expressions as I finger fucked her slick channel.
I moved her off my thigh and pressed her against the counter. Lifting her leg, I placed her thigh on the counter and tugged her hips back. I pulled her shirt and bra off, and her luscious breasts hung like ripened fruit, begging to be plucked.
I grasped one and pinched her nipple as my other hand slammed against her ass.
She yelped with surprise, then growled as I smacked her mound. I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb and alternated with my other hand spanking her ass and her pussy lips, bringing her closer and closer to the edge while expertly keeping her from the release she craved.
“Please, Romeo! Please. I need to!”
“You need what?” I prompted.
She hesitated, closing her eyes as if by uttering the very thing she needed, it hurt her to confess it, but when I also paused, she was quick enough to stammer, “I need to cum.”
“That doesn’t sound like my tesoro is asking,“ I remarked, smacking her clit so that she gasped and bucked in my arms. “That sounds like a brat who is demanding. Who do you belong to, Vittoria?”
Her heavy lids opened as she eyed me in the mirror.
“Let me remind you.” I pinched her clit. “This is mine.”
I thrust two long fingers deep until she trembled around my hand. “This is mine.”
I pulled out of her and slapped her mound, hard. “This is also mine.”
I spanked her ass with a flurry of intense spanks while she hung onto the ledge with a death grip.
“This is mine and I will prove how much right now.” I opened the drawer and pulled out a container of lube. In the mirror, Vittoria watched me with a sort of morbid fascination, her lips slightly parted and her eyes opened wide, smoky with desire and bright with apprehension.
I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and lubed up her puckered hole. Sinking my finger inside her hot little backside, I pressed and massaged the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh!” she gasped and gripped the countertop harder.
I worked her back hole for a while, until she began to move with me. My hand slick with more lube, I stroked my cock while I played with her, adding another finger, testing her limits. In the mirror, she watched, licking and chewing her bottom lip. So sexy.
Moving back behind her, I slid my cockhead into her puckered back hole, loving the look of pure shock on her face. Before she could protest, I sunk my cock all the way in. Vittoria froze with the intrusion; her skin glittering with perspiration.
I reached for her breasts and thrummed her nipples until she thawed. Unfrozen, she arched her back in invitation and ground her very warm ass against my groin, a sign that she was ready to proceed.
“Play with those nipples, Principessa,“ I ordered.
She slid her hands to her breasts, tweaking and tugging on her pebbled nipples.
Kneading her ass, I pumped my hips.
“You’re so fucking tight. Perfezione!”
I slipped my other hand down to her swollen lips and finger fucked her.
“Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god, Romeo!“ she shouted, slamming her hands down on the counter as her entire body shook with her orgasm.
I pinched her clit and watched in the mirror as a second wave tore through her. Her body quaked and clenched around my cock as she threw her head back, her mouth releasing a primal cry. Fucking gorgeous.
I growled with my own release, pumping my seed deep into her ass.
When I was done, Vittoria collapsed forward.
Holding her upright with one hand, I stepped into the shower, cradling her to my chest as the warm water poured over us.
Vittoria seemed content to rest against my chest, completely spent, but I wasn’t quite done with her yet.
“Who do you belong to, Vittoria?”
Her eyes fluttered open and gazed up at me. She was vulnerable, open, her heart as naked before me as her body, if only for a moment. “You, Daddy. I belong to you.”
What else could I do but lift her into my arms and carry her back to bed?
And handcuff her to it.