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I look down at the still open bathroom drawer next to me and take in the contents inside. My gaze is immediately drawn to the last box that Vittorio gave me before that fateful night. It is in the same place I left it, as are the previous boxes and the lubricants that always accompanied each of them.
I swallow the pill and take the lilac box, it is the biggest of all, just as the previous one was bigger than its predecessor. I lift the lid, rediscovering the same piece that made me salivate the first time I saw it, but which I hadn't looked at since.
The butt plug is almost too big to fit in the palm of my small hand. Vittorio was gradually increasing sizes, and with each change, I looked forward to the next one.
This one, specifically, made me anxious, because besides being bigger than the previous one, it has a different shape than all the others I had already received. It is longer and has ringed layers. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my spine at the mere thought of having it inside me.
The succession of bad news that knocked on my door didn't stop Vittorio from touching me. In the first few days, yes, but it was I who, in a night of absolute need, begged him to make me forget everything that wasn't his body, his taste and his smell. Our games, however, all ended up being naturally suspended.
I barely got out of bed and, when I started going out, I didn't stay in the house for long so as not to go crazy. Going without panties just stopped happening. The scheduled time for inserting the plug was also set aside, as was every perverted order that I always took pleasure in obeying.
I look at the object in my hand, take my cell phone out of my shorts pocket and check the time, it's a quarter to nine. I slide my tongue slowly across my lips, knowing what I want to do and feeling guilty for wanting it.
My internal conflict lasts only until a truth that is impossible to refute presents itself to my thoughts. If I can't stop the bad things from happening, why should I stop the good things from happening?
***
I meet Vittorio in the library and decide that the fact that he is in the room that is usually my refuge can only be a sign that I made the right decision. Standing in front of one of thebookshelves facing the door, on the mezzanine, he looks over his shoulder as I enter the room.
His body is stripped of his tie, vest, and jacket. The white shirt has the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and his hands close the book they were holding open, as soon as his eyes land on me.
I watch as impressed as ever as Vittorio's long strides do far more than my short ones to eliminate the distance between us, we find ourselves next to one of the bookshelves in the middle of the first floor.
“Are you alright?” he asks when the space that separates us is no bigger than an arm.
“I am.” I nod, confirming. The lines on his face relax.
“Have you finished reading the book you started yesterday?” Certain that I didn't come here to announce any new problem, Vittorio starts to turn around, I imagine to go back to the shelf that held his attention before.
“Actually, I was looking for you.” He stops the movement he was making and looks at me again. “It's nine o'clock.” I lift my right hand and open it, revealing the lilac box and the small tube of lubricant that matches it.
Vittorio's first reaction is to moisten his lips with the tip of his tongue, then all his attention travels from my outstretched hand to the rest of my body, analyzing the simple blue spaghetti strap dress that I put on before leaving the room, going down to the tips of my bare feet and only then returning to my face.
It's my turn to move and within a few steps I'm close enough that I need to tilt my head back to look at Vittorio's face. His hand comes up and brushes my cheek before a small smile spreads across his face.
“I was wondering where my obedient girl had gone,” he teases, and I bite my lower lip.
The Don rests the book in his hand on the shelf next to us, before using his newfound freedom to stick his fingers under my dress, looking for a pair of panties that he won't find.
He forces my body forward, pressing it against his, and I raise my arms to circle his neck. His tongue licks its way from my chin to my mouth before dipping inside it in a kiss intense enough to make me moan.
Vittorio spins us around and within seconds I'm trapped between the bookshelf and the Don's warm muscles. He takes the objects I brought from my hand and places them on the shelves behind me. I let my arms fall to my sides.
My heart, racing since the moment I stepped out of my room, takes on an almost punishing rhythm, pounding my panting chest and reverberating its lack of control across my skin. It's always like this, the Don doesn't need more than ten seconds to make me completely crazy with lust.
His hands slide down my sides until they reach the hem of my dress and rip it off me, revealing my complete nudity. A husky laugh escapes his throat as he takes a step back and brushes his thumb under his own bottom lip.
He approaches again and caresses my curves with his warm, thick palms. I moan softly when I feel his thighs being pressed against mine, and his fingers find my clitoris, already swollen and drooling with lust.
Vittorio squeezes and massages, knowing exactly what I need, and I squirm under the touch of his hands when the one that isn't between my legs finds one of my nipples and squeezes it between his fingers, index and thumb, making me drop my head back.
My moans get louder with each rub of his fingers on my clit, and my entire body shakes as the release overwhelms me.
“Better,bambina?” Vittorio asks in a hoarse voice, and I nod my head in confirmation. Definitely yes, I feel much better now.
He laughs against my face and his hands find my wrists, they lift my arms above my head before turning me around, pressing my front against the shelves and causing my sore nipples and open, sensitive pussy to slam against the wood in front of me on spots that seem to have been custom made to fit and torture my aroused body.
Vittorio pushes his erection against my ass, and I grind against it. The moans that escape my mouth make me forget that I just came, because I want more. I want Vittorio's hot dick inside me.
