Chapter 21
Tiziano Constanzo
The next day…
I sat in the armchair near the balcony, taking a drag from a cigarette and letting the smoke rise slowly into the air. The morning sun was beginning to brighten the room. Bianca was in the bathroom.
It didn’t take long for her to return. Dressed in a light, loose dress, she was still drying her hair with a towel.
Her movements were hesitant, as though she didn’t know exactly where she should be or what she should do.
My eyes followed her as she walked to the vanity and sat down, looking at her own reflection.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I’m fine.” Her answer was short, almost automatic, but she avoided looking directly at me.
I put out the cigarette and stood, walking toward her.
I rested my hands on her shoulders and leaned slightly forward, moving aside the damp hair that still fell down her back.
I ran my fingertips over her exposed skin, watching every small reaction through the mirror.
She finally raised her eyes to meet mine.
“Why did you choose me?” she asked quietly.
I smiled faintly before answering.
“Because you were perfect for the role.”
“And that’s all?” she asked, looking at me through the mirror.
“That’s all?” I repeated, leaning closer, bringing my face near hers, so close I could feel her breath. “I got married because I needed an obedient, healthy, and, above all, fertile wife. That’s enough.”
She quickly looked away, biting her lower lip as though trying to suppress some reaction. I slowly ran my fingers along her collarbone, squeezing it lightly.
“Don’t go looking for something that doesn’t exist, wife,” I murmured. “You belong to me now. Everything you are, everything you will become, is mine.”
“I’ll do my best,” she replied, giving me a small, almost shy smile, though it was clearly forced.
My hand was still on her collarbone, and for a moment, I felt the tension in her body. Her eyes were still locked on mine through the mirror.
“I hope so. Because, Bianca, in my world, enough is never enough.”
I stepped away from her, walking back toward the balcony.
She remained seated in silence, adjusting her hair with trembling hands. It was obvious she was still trying to get used to everything, to the place, to me, but that was good. I liked the idea of having someone so raw, so inexperienced, so moldable to my will.
“Stand up,” I ordered, and she immediately stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me.
I leaned back in the armchair, relaxing as I ran my hand over my hard cock, my gaze fixed on her.
“Come here.”
She stood and walked toward me. When she was close enough, I pulled her by the waist, making her sit on my lap. She said nothing, only kept her eyes lowered.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked, sliding my hand down to her pussy, caressing her over the thin panties that quickly grew damp beneath my touch.
“A little.” Her answer came out in a whisper, filled with embarrassment.
A wicked smile formed on my lips as I continued touching her, alternating between firm and gentle strokes just to feel her body react.
“Then we’ll do it another way.”
I slid my hand along her arm, slowly moving upward until I reached her face. I used my thumb to caress her parted lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin.
“Open wider,” I ordered.
She obeyed, and I slid my index finger between her lips, slowly pushing it in until it was completely inside her mouth.
“Suck,” I said, my voice filled with command.
Her eyes finally met mine, and for a moment, I could see the mixture of nervousness and something else she was trying to hide. She began to suck, hesitant but obedient, and a low groan escaped my lips as I watched her every movement.
“Good girl.”
I leaned slightly forward, holding her chin without being rough. I gently lifted her from my lap, guiding her until she was kneeling in front of me. Her breathing was fast, and the way she looked at me was driving me insane.
“Now, Bianca,” I murmured, beginning to open my belt with slow movements. “You just need to repeat what you did a moment ago, but here.”
I opened the buttons of my pants and lowered the zipper, exposing the firm fabric of my underwear where my cock was already throbbing, ready. Her eyes dropped instinctively, and I noticed when she swallowed hard, as though gathering courage.
I pulled the fabric down, freeing myself completely in front of her. Her reaction was immediate: she stared at me as though she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
“Don’t look at me like that. You can do it. Take it slow, but start now.”
She lifted her eyes to meet mine. I ran my fingers through her hair, gently holding her head and guiding her closer.
“Like that, just like that,” I murmured when I felt her lips touch the head of my cock.
She started with slow movements, exactly as I expected, still shy, but she seemed determined. My body reacted instantly, and a low groan escaped my lips as I watched her, every movement pushing me closer to the edge.
“That’s it…” I groaned, my hand moving through her hair, guiding her gently. “Use your tongue, like before.”
She obeyed, sliding her tongue around me, exploring every part with an almost sweet shyness and, at the same time, something incredibly sensual. My entire body was on fire, the control I always maintained slowly unraveling beneath her inexperienced touch.
“That’s it, Bianca.” My words came out almost like a growl.
I gripped her hair more firmly, guiding her movements slowly but unmistakably with authority. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on my cock was driving me insane, her lips sliding along it while her saliva mixed with my precum.
“That’s it, Bianca,” I grunted. “Keep going.”
She learned quickly. Her movements began to grow more fluid, and the sound of her mouth on me mixed with my low groans.
My fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her deeper. When I felt her gag slightly, a satisfied smile formed on my lips.
“Relax, wife, you can do it.” My tone was both encouraging and authoritative as I held her to the rhythm I wanted.
The heat in my body intensified with every passing second, the pressure building until it became unbearable. My hips began to move instinctively, matching the rhythm of her mouth.
“Look at me,” I ordered, filled with desire.
She lifted her eyes, and the sight of her looking at me while sucking my cock so well nearly made me lose control right there.
“Good girl, so obedient,” I groaned, my breathing heavy as I held the back of her neck so she would maintain the rhythm, sucking my cock just the way I wanted.
I knew I was close, my entire body tense as I felt the heat build toward the breaking point.
“That’s it, Bianca…” I groaned, letting pleasure take over. “I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth with cum. Swallow every drop.”
With one final movement, my body trembled, and the release came in intense waves. I held her head in place for a moment, my breathing uneven as I felt every pulse of pleasure run through my body.
When I finally released her, I looked down at her, still kneeling, her face flushed and her lips wet. A satisfied smile spread across my face as I stroked her cheek with my fingers. She swallowed everything without making a face and even licked me clean without wasting a single drop.
“You did well, wife,” I said with satisfaction. “Very well.”
I stood, adjusting my pants while she remained on the floor, still recovering. The sight of her like that, submissive and marked, was an image I knew I would never forget.