“That was silly of me,” Nico whispers. “Colpa mia, piccola.I’m sorry. May I help you get it out?”
“No, thank you,” I whisper back. “You’re touching me too much, Nico.”
His fingers rub one last time along my elbows before they drop away and he steps back. He’s still close enough to catch me if I fall, which I suppose is good.
“Your secrets aren’t helping either of us, Rosa. You are my wife, which means you and yours are mine to protect. Verona falls strongly under that. Let me catch you up on a few things, and then we can move from there, yes?”
Inclining my head, I give him permission to continue, and I find myself weaving on my feet as I listen to him. He knows about the rape, found the drugs in my cleavage, and explains how we escaped the church. Halfway through our conversation, I manage to reach behind me, tug aside the thong, and begin trying to pull out the butt plug.
It is bothering me too much to concentrate on his words.
“Saints preserve me, let me fucking help,” Nico grumbles.
I’m half naked, and starting to sweat because the plug might be fucking stuck.
“I can’t get it out!” I squeak out.
“Get what out? What’s wrong?” Verona asks, returning in a pale pink lounge shorts set. I can’t think about how cute she looks, wet hair and all, or the fact that she couldn’t have possibly been able to properly shampoo with her injury, because I have to explain my current situation.
“The butt plug Eva forced me to wear,” I whisper.
“I’ve never liked that girl,” she grumbles. “She looks at you really inappropriately.”
“She offered to eat my pussy,” I admit, shrugging at Nico when he looks scandalized. “Eva is a cousin by marriage. She really enjoyed waxing every inch of hair on my body outside of what’s on my head. It wasn’t fun.”
“I thought my family was terrible. Turn around, Rosa,” Nico says. “Actually. Fuck. Let me disconnect the IV for you.”
“I’ll pull it out. Don’t look,” Verona growls once Nico removes the IV cannula from my arm.
“Hold your horses. She’s bleeding like a stuck fucking pig, Verona!”
Nico presses a cotton ball to the bleeding and tapes it on, while I wiggle uncomfortably. Fuck, I’m freaking out. How am I going to get this plug out?
“Turn around, Nico, and continue your conversation with the wall. Rosa, let me see.”
Nico rolls his eyes and does as she suggests, while I wince and turn my back to show her my predicament.
I can’t believe the first time she’s seeing the lower half of my body is like this!
“I promise I’ll pretend to forget this happened the first time I eat your pussy,” Verona comments, making me blush hotter than the sun, while Nico snarls loudly. “Hush, if you’re going to act like a dog, I’ll treat you like one, Nicolai.”
“God, not you too,” he groans.
“Verona,” I pout. “I really think it’s stuck.”
“It’s not, baby. Bend over, shove your ass in my face, and think about the first time we’re together,” she murmurs, crouching behind me and finding the base with her fingers. “Nicolai, I don’t hear you talking.”
“No, no. I’d very much rather hear you seduce my wife. Please continue.”
I roll my eyes before I lean over the table in my corset top, thong, and tattered remains of the tulle from my skirt. The guys must have left the rest of that monstrosity in the church alley, and I’m glad for it. Reminding myself I haven’t had much privacy in weeks and this is Vero, I spread my legs to allow her a decent look.
“Ugh, you’re so pretty,” she murmurs, unable to resist blowing over my pussy lips. “What would you do if I licked right up those pretty, puffy…That’s it, baby.”
Whimpering, I begin to slick, and Vero pulls on the plug. If I had to guess, Eva used a water based lubricant, and it all dried up inside of me. Vero talks me through as she continues to work the plug, adding, “Push out, Rosa. Just like that. You’re doing so good for me.”
I’m panting, feeling horny and warm by the time she pulls the plug free. Verona moves my thong back into place with a wistful sigh before she stands up.
“All fixed. I’m going to try to blow job, I mean dry, my hair, and maybe give myself an orgasm.”
