Page 14 of Sacred Vow

A flicker of guilt touched her eyes before she tossed her hair and served me a haughty stare. “I just wanted to go outside.”

“Through the window?”

“What choice did I have? You’ve kept me in your room for a week now. When do I get to see other people?”

We both knew this was not what she was doing, but I would play along for now.

“All you had to do was ask. I will let your guards know that you wish to walk the property and they will escort you.”

“Escort me?” she echoed indignantly.

I pretended to be concerned. “My tesoro is not satisfied with the company of guards? Very well. Tonight, I want you dressed and ready for dinner with my family by 7 pm.”

“Fine,” she huffed.

“So that’s settled,” I said and placed my foot on the edge of the soaker tub, swiftly hauling her over my thigh.

“Romeo!” she cried out, flailing wildly for a moment before grabbing my shin.

As if I’d let her fall.

I brought my hand down on the meatiest part of her backside, loving the loud echo that ricocheted off the walls of the bathroom.

“Ow! What was that for?”

I leaned over to stare at her until she blushed and rolled her eyes beneath the wavy curtain of her hair.

“All right, so that was a stupid question,” she muttered.

I tugged her jeans down roughly, her panties with them, and spanked her until her pale globes turned ruby red. During her endless kicking, they slipped down her legs and off her feet to pool on the floor.

I had a perfect view of her entrance, her hard nub playing peek-a-boo between her slick puffy lips. I slid a finger through her wet folds.

Vittoria moaned and parted her legs, looking for more.

I shifted my stance until we faced the ornate Italian mirror above the dual vanity.

“Open your eyes,” I demanded. “Do you see how hot you are when you want my cock?”

I slid my finger inside her pussy. Her walls squeezed my invading digit.

“Look how your pupils dilate.”

Vittoria watched her changing expressions as I finger fucked her slick channel.

I moved her off my thigh and pressed her against the counter. Lifting her leg, I placed her thigh on the counter and tugged her hips back. I pulled her shirt and bra off, and her luscious breasts hung like ripened fruit, begging to be plucked.

I grasped one and pinched her nipple as my other hand slammed against her ass.

She yelped with surprise, then growled as I smacked her mound. I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb and alternated with my other hand spanking her ass and her pussy lips, bringing her closer and closer to the edge while expertly keeping her from the release she craved.

“Please, Romeo! Please. I need to!”

“You need what?” I prompted.

She hesitated, closing her eyes as if by uttering the very thing she needed, it hurt her to confess it, but when I also paused, she was quick enough to stammer, “I need to cum.”

“That doesn’t sound like my tesoro is asking,“ I remarked, smacking her clit so that she gasped and bucked in my arms. “That sounds like a brat who is demanding. Who do you belong to, Vittoria?”