Page 15 of Sacred Vow

Her heavy lids opened as she eyed me in the mirror.

“Let me remind you.” I pinched her clit. “This is mine.”

I thrust two long fingers deep until she trembled around my hand. “This is mine.”

I pulled out of her and slapped her mound, hard. “This is also mine.”

I spanked her ass with a flurry of intense spanks while she hung onto the ledge with a death grip.

“This is mine and I will prove how much right now.” I opened the drawer and pulled out a container of lube. In the mirror, Vittoria watched me with a sort of morbid fascination, her lips slightly parted and her eyes opened wide, smoky with desire and bright with apprehension.

I squeezed a generous amount into my hand and lubed up her puckered hole. Sinking my finger inside her hot little backside, I pressed and massaged the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh!” she gasped and gripped the countertop harder.

I worked her back hole for a while, until she began to move with me. My hand slick with more lube, I stroked my cock while I played with her, adding another finger, testing her limits. In the mirror, she watched, licking and chewing her bottom lip. So sexy.

Moving back behind her, I slid my cockhead into her puckered back hole, loving the look of pure shock on her face. Before she could protest, I sunk my cock all the way in. Vittoria froze with the intrusion; her skin glittering with perspiration.

I reached for her breasts and thrummed her nipples until she thawed. Unfrozen, she arched her back in invitation and ground her very warm ass against my groin, a sign that she was ready to proceed.

“Play with those nipples, Principessa,“ I ordered.

She slid her hands to her breasts, tweaking and tugging on her pebbled nipples.

Kneading her ass, I pumped my hips.

“You’re so fucking tight. Perfezione!”

I slipped my other hand down to her swollen lips and finger fucked her.

“Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god, Romeo!“ she shouted, slamming her hands down on the counter as her entire body shook with her orgasm.

I pinched her clit and watched in the mirror as a second wave tore through her. Her body quaked and clenched around my cock as she threw her head back, her mouth releasing a primal cry. Fucking gorgeous.

I growled with my own release, pumping my seed deep into her ass. When I was done, Vittoria collapsed forward. Holding her upright with one hand, I stepped into the shower, cradling her to my chest as the warm water poured over us. Vittoria seemed content to rest against my chest, completely spent, but I wasn’t quite done with her yet.

“Who do you belong to, Vittoria?”

Her eyes fluttered open and gazed up at me. She was vulnerable, open, her heart as naked before me as her body, if only for a moment. “You, Daddy. I belong to you.”

What else could I do but lift her into my arms and carry her back to bed?

And handcuff her to it.

“Have a good day, mi amore,“ I told her, stealing a kiss from her luscious, cursing lips. “I’ll see you after work.”

I had several work-spaces around the city, but the one I thought of as ‘my office’ was right here at home. As expected, Massimo was there and impatient to begin the day’s business.

Gone were the days of dim, smoke-filled rooms with old men in dark suits at long tables, dividing the city like cake. My work could be surprisingly tedious between turf wars, with more and more of our family assets coming from legal enterprises, or successfully hiding behind one, most of it was paperwork. There were project reports to be read, contracts to be approved or rejected, funds to be transferred and endless emails to be read. The hours ground out slowly and Vittoria was there, hanging over all of it like a ghost of perfume, beckoning me back to her.

“Rom? Did you hear me?”

My fantasies abruptly vanished with Massimo’s question. Of course not, I wanted to rant. Do I look like a man who gives a shit about anything right now other than being between my wife’s legs?

Aloud, I said, “Of course, I heard you. We have a meeting with the Bianchi brothers at three o’clock this afternoon.”

“And this is you—“ He gestured at me in my tailored dress shirt with the collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. ”—ready to go to that meeting?”