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He stirs awake when I kiss him, one palm pressed against his face, and I feel him smile against my lips. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs sleepily, his hand resting on my waist, and I move closer, feeling his stiff cock press against my stomach.
“It is now.” I kiss him again, my heart thudding nervously in my chest as I slip my hand between us. I haven’t touched him like this before, and I gasp a little when my hand brushes against his cock, my fingers wrapping around him. He feels so hard against my palm, hot and straining, and I feel a little of his arousal drip onto my fingers as I stroke my fingers along the length of it, my thumb teasing just beneath the tip the way he did when he gave me the ‘lesson.’
Alessio groans, his forehead brushing against mine as he kisses me once more. “You’re not too sore?” he asks softly, his hand stroking down my hip, over my thigh. “We don’t have to do this again so soon. Just because I’m hard—”
“I want to make you feel good.” I brush my fingers over the tip of his cock and feel him throb in my hand, an answering pulse fluttering between my legs. “And I want to feel you inside of me again.”
My cheeks flush hot as I whisper it, but Alessio moans, rolling me onto my back in one swift motion, my hand trapped between us as I stroke him. His hand slips between my thighs, and he makes a low, lustful sound deep in his throat when his fingers dip between my folds, and he feels how wet I am already.
“My dirty little girl,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “My perfect wife.”
He reaches for his cock, my hand falling away as he nudges himself between my thighs. It’s easier for him to slip inside this time, the soreness quickly giving way to pleasure as he kisses me, sliding deeper as his hips press against mine. “Good girl,” he whispers against my lips, smiling at the shudder of pleasure that ripples through me. “You take my cock so well. So perfect. So wet and tight.”
The murmured words are as good as the feeling of him inside of me. Every whispered praise sends a flare of arousal through me, making me gasp and arch against him, whimpering softly as he moves, each slow thrust of his cock punctuating what he’s saying to me.Good girl. My sweet, perfect girl.
I don’t even realize I’m about to come until the pleasure bursts through me, my nails sinking into his shoulders as I gasp and cry out, tightening around him in a way that makes Alessio gasp and jerk free of me. His hand closes around his cock, his teeth clenched as he spills over my stomach again, a repeat of last night. I’m still shaking with pleasure as his cum splashes over my skin, and the tears spring to my eyes again, frustration at the loss of him inside of me welling up too fast to control.
“Why won’t you come inside of me?” I whisper before I can stop myself, tears rapidly filling my eyes.
Alessio lets go of his cock like he’s been burned, and he looks at me, startled. I see the last drops of his cum drip onto the sheets, his cock still twitching, but he’s entirely focused on me at the moment, his brow creased with concern.
“It’s not you,bellisima,” he murmurs, reaching for me as he stretches out in bed next to me again. “Or at least—it’s only because I want to wait until you’re a little older for children. Eighteen is too young.” He reaches out, touching my lower lip gently. “I want to come inside of you.God, I want it. But not until you’re on birth control.” He leans forward, kissing me softly. “We’ll get you a doctor’s appointment this week. And then—”
His hand slides down my thigh, his fingers dipping between my legs to stroke my swollen, tender flesh. It’s almost more soothing than arousing, but I can still feel the building ache of pleasure, his touch making me want him all over again. “As soon as it’s safe, I’ll come in you over and over,” he promises. “I’ll fill you up with it until it’s dripping out of you, if that’s what you want,dolce.”
He kisses me again, soft and slow, his fingers slipping inside of me and curling as I gasp. “And one day, when we’re both ready, I’ll fill you up with my cum for a different reason. I’ll fuck you and come in you, and then I’ll finger you just like this, making sure you keep every drop inside of you. Would you like that,tesoro?” He murmurs it against my lips, his thumb finding my tender clit as I nod, gasping against his mouth.
“And then, as soon as I’m hard again, I’ll fuck my cum into you. You’ll always be full of it, every day, until it takes root. Even then, I’ll keep filling you up. I’ll never get tired of giving you my cum. You deserve all of it. My good girl—”
The orgasm crashes over me, almost like flipping a switch, and I moan against his mouth, turning into his chest as his fingers thrust inside of me, his thumb rolling over my clit. The pleasure crashes over me again and again, and I thrust against his hand, feeling his softened cock trapped against my belly as he kisses me, swallowing up my moans as I come on his fingers.
After a long moment, I come back to reality. Alessio is looking down at me, propped against the pillows, one hand still stroking my thigh. “This is good for you?” he asks softly, and I laugh, my eyes widening as I turn to face him.
“What do you mean?” My voice is still breathless, a little hoarse from the sounds I’ve been making. “Can’t you tell?”
“I just—” Alessio frowns, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want you to only be doing this to please me, Gianna. I worried about that. About taking advantage of your natural submissiveness, how innocent you are—”
“I’m less innocent now.” A jolt of fear twists through me, and I push myself up to sit, too, biting my lip as I look at him nervously. “Have you changed your mind?”
Alessio laughs sharply, a short bark of a sound. “God no,” he murmurs. “But this—it’s what I’ve fantasized about for a long time, Gianna. Having a woman who wants to be mine like this twenty-four/seven, the kind of dynamic where you’re always my submissive, obeying my every command, for your own pleasure as well as mine. It’s a hard thing to find, someone who enjoys authority as much as you do, who likes having their life orchestrated by someone else.” He hesitates. “That’s not to say it always has to be that way. All you have to do, if you want a break from it, is say the word. You’re not trapped in this, but I—”
For once, I’m the one comforting him. I lean up, taking his face in my hands, and kiss him lightly. “I don’t fully understand all of this yet,” I admit, whispering softly as I look up at him, my fingers stroking the stubble on his cheek. “But I want to learn. I want you to protect me and take care of me, to tell me what to do. Iwantto obey you, and I want you to punish me when I don’t. I want you to tell me when you want pleasure, any time, anywhere, and I’ll do it.” I swallow hard, looking up at him eagerly, and I can see the shine of desire in his eyes. “I like the idea of you controlling my pleasure. I like the idea of you telling me when and where I can have mine. I like—I like all of this, Alessio, and if there’s something that Idon’tlike, I’ll tell you that too. But I want this. I really do.”
I bite my lip, looking at him, and he lets out a slow breath.
“This feels too good to be true,” he murmurs. “But if this is what you want, and you promise that you’ll tell me if it changes—”
“I will.” It’s an easy promise to make. The idea of ceding so much control to him feels like a relief, like a weight lifted off of me. I trust Alessio, and I want him—and I feel as if I’m falling in love with him. As if that crush from years ago has taken root since he came back, turning into something deeper. Something so much more profound.
He kisses me again, and when he pulls back, I look at him with a mischievous smile. “Can we plan a honeymoon now?” I ask, shifting so that I’m leaning against his chest. “Now that we’re going to bereallymarried?”
Alessio laughs, kissing the top of my head lightly. “If you’re a good girl,” he promises, and a shiver of pleasure goes through me.
Every time he saysgood girl,it feels better than the last.
—
We make it downstairs for breakfast eventually, and the minute Alessio sits down, I slide into his lap. “Should I feed you, if I’m your submissive?” I ask him teasingly, reaching for a piece of toast and tearing off a corner, and Alessio laughs.
