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“I can show you the bite marks and scratch marks. Anything that is smaller than yours is done by Sherbet.”
I blushed so rarely, but his words made my body hot. Ever since we became exclusive in our marriage, our sex life was also thriving. We fucked every day, mostly more than once.
The only time I actually praised him for his skills was in bed. I was softer with him now, but being so open about my feelings was never my thing. I felt like Valerio understood, though. He teased me but never got upset over my silence. Instead, he made me compliment him by using his unique bed skills.
I didn’t have any complaints.
I never jumped on him, though. Our dynamics changed a lot during sex, but it usually started with Valerio pursuing me. Sometimes I got the urge to, but I never made it too obvious. Instead, I would bend down or touch him accidentally, and he would just take action.
This time was not going to be too different.
“Ha ha,” I mock laughed at his joke and rolled my eyes. It had always been an unintentional habit of mine to do that, but since I realized it turned Valerio on, I did it more intentionally too. “I am too tired of your jokes. I’m gonna take a shower.” Then I walked towards my room.
I heard shuffling in the living room and smiled a bit as I entered my room and then my bathroom. I left both doors open. He was going to open them anyway. I wanted him to open them anyway.
When I was in the bathroom, I started removing my clothes but didn’t turn on the shower right away. We probably would move in there after a few rounds here. There was no need to shower twice. He was going to make me sweat.
I was down to only my panties when Valerio appeared at the door. I expected him to give me a once-over like he usually did, but instead, he had a weird look on his face. He was a bit confused and a bit angry. “Why are you taking a shower here?”
I shrugged. “Because this is my bathroom?”
He looked at the shower and then all around the bathroom. “It really is. All of your things are here.” Then his green eyes came to mine, his expression looking all serious. “I don’t like it.”
My eyebrows rose. “You don’t like my bathroom?” It was not as big as his, but I thought it looked nice.
“No,” he shook his head and started coming towards me. “I also don’t like your room. I think you should consider moving to mine.”
I looked up at him as he stood toe to toe with me. I rolled my eyes without thinking as realization dawned on me. He looked down at me, so tall and intimidating. I was almost fully naked, and he was fully clothed. He was the Monster, and I was just Luce.
Still, I was not even a bit bothered by his presence. He was the last person that would hurt me, after all.
“Are you ordering me, Valerio?” I asked with a hard expression that matched his.
The first time he fucked me for real, after so long, he told me to stay in his bed every night, and I said that I might. After that, he also made it apparent he really wanted that. I didn’t have many complaints about that, and I actually slept in his bed almost every night. Since we enjoyed taking baths and showers after sex, I also used his bathroom a lot, but I still had my own room. I didn’t move.
For some reason, it felt like another line to cross. Those lines kept me sane. Since I let him fuck me and I couldn’t keep him out a lot, this was my pathetic little line. Deep inside, I wanted to move into his room. I wanted to have more things we could call ours, but just like before, my desires freaked me out.
In my mind, I knew I was putting weird meanings into things, but my heart was relentless. I didn’t tell him the truth, and it felt like I had to tell him before moving into his room. It felt like if I moved in, I would have to tell him, and I was not ready.
The worst part was that I didn’t know when I was going to be ready. Every night before I fell asleep in his arms, I promised myself tomorrow was going to be the day, and then I chickened out again. I wanted a bit more and a bit more again the next day.
I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Valerio, and that was the proof I was horribly fucked.
But at this moment, I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to worry. I just wanted to feel. I knew it was wrong, but I was like an addict now. I just wanted as much of him as I could get. I wanted the sex, but more importantly, I wanted what he made me feel with his wit and all of his annoying traits.
Oblivious to my inner fight Valerio wrapped an arm around my naked waist and smiled charmingly. “You like it when I order you around.”
It was true, but I would never accept it. “I like it more when you beg.”
His smile widened, and his fingers danced around the waistband of my panties. “Is that what you want, baby?” he asked in a husky voice.
I shuddered involuntarily. God, I hated how much I liked when he called me baby.
I hated it even more that I even enjoyed him calling me Kitty.
“Yes,” I answered with a stern voice. “I want you on your knees.”
“It is going to be like that tonight, hmm. Isn’t it wonderous how easy it is for you to get me on my knees, Kitty?”
