Page 10 of Seen By Larabe
“Piccola, no…” She puts her hand up, shushing me and I can do nothing but snap my mouth closed. My angel is telling me to let her speak and dammit I am going to.
“I look at myself in the mirror now, Larabee and do you know what I see?” I shake my head, but don’t dare open my mouth. “I see a girl who has survived something no one should ever have to go through. I see a girl who could never see anything through rose colored glasses again. And finally, I see a woman embracing her new self. I am no longer naive. I know what the world is now and in order to live in it, I have to allow myself to become the me I had to become to make it through this.” My heart is beating out of my chest. Did she just say she is perfect for me? Is she telling me she wants what life I can give her? “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”
Fucking shit. Hearing those words come from her mouth, makes my thighs tighten with sheer will. I want to get up from my seat, lift her into my arms, throw her over my shoulder and do just that, fuck her, but, I made a promise.
“Baby, you have no idea how much I want that. I have barely slept with you all over me at night. Feel this.” I grip her hand and pull it so it is right on top of my prick so she can feel the constant state she has me in. “But, that was one of the conditions of being able to keep you. I can’t slide my hungry cock inside of your greedy pussy unless or until I make you my wife.” She looks like I just slapped her before her face pinches up. “Before you get all riled up, Piccola, his job is to ensure your virtue, now.”
She jumps off my lap once again and begins pacing back and forth. I want to pull her into my arms and assure her everything is alright, but looking at her getting pissed makes my chest bloom. The fact that she feels safe enough with me to feel anything other than fear is all I need. Bullshit, my cock says, the vein pulsing in my pants.
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After a few minutes she turns to me, determination written all over her. She saunters back to me, a look on her face telling me she has come to a decision, and she will not be deterred. I hold her when she slides back on my lap and lean in to kiss her sweet lips. When she melts into me, I groan at how easily she fits into my arms.
Her pussy is warm and wet. I can feel it as she rocks against my zipper, crying in my mouth trying to get off. I grab her hips without a care in the world that I am going to leave bruises. Good. I may not be able to fuck her, but no one said I couldn’t bring her pleasure and mark her with my fingers, my hands and my mouth.
I am about to lift her and lay her on the counter so I can feast on her pussy that I had the pleasure of licking from my fingers when she stops rocking. Her face flushed and her eyes glowing. She licks her lips and knocks the fucking wind out of my sails.
“We could just get married now.” I blink a few times to make sure I heard her right. Surely she cannot have said what my heart and cock have been telling me since the moment I brought her here.
“What did you say?” She looks like the cat who ate the canary.
“I said we could get married before we go back. Wouldn’t that solve all the problems?” Yeah it could solve some but also creates a whole other set. I want to tell her just that, but the hopeful look on her face and the fact that this woman owns me cock, stock and barrel, there is no way I am not going to give her what she wants.
“Are you sure, Piccola? I know this seems like a good idea but…” She puts both her hands on my face and kisses me softly before looking me in my eyes.
“I can’t explain it, Larabee, but I feel like there was a reason they sent you to get me. I feel like this was our destiny. I know it is crazy, but in my heart, I know it is real. I want to belong to you, in every way.”
“Shit, angel. You are tearing me up and putting me back together with your trust and your truth. Fuck, I have been holding back my absolute obsession with you since I brought you here, fearing that would scare you after all you went through. But I want you too, Piccola. I feel it as well. You are not alone.”
“Good. So..” Heavens help me. Once again this could get me killed, doing this without getting permission but I can’t break her heart. Hell, I can't break my own, so I put my life on the line.
“Alright, baby. Let's get married so I can bust through that cherry and breed you, making you my woman, my wife.” I hope she knows what she is doing because she is about to unleash the beast. I have only shown her one side of myself, but now, once we take these vows, all bets are off. She will learn quickly just how dark and filthy her husband is.
Ten
Satine
We are doing this. We are doing this. I am literally bouncing on my toes with happiness. The most honorable, sexiest man I have ever met is marrying me, right here, today.
After he told me yes, he got up and began making phone calls. He went into the office and didn’t come out for like an hour, but in that time, people started showing up. First there was a stylist who came with a rack full of white dresses, none of them traditional wedding dresses, but like that he knew I wouldn’t want that. I was also left with six different types and shades of lingerie.
The second lady came, and she brought stuff to do my hair and face. I watched rapt with appreciation while she washed, cut and styled my hair. She didn’t do a massive makeover, but I could definitely see the difference. The dark circles are still pretty visible but that is mostly because I am still sleeping like crap.
My nights are fretful and plagued with nightmares of what I endured and saw. Hell to be honest, I am still taking daily doses of Atarax, Zanaflex, and Zofran to help with the withdrawal symptoms. I have done daily telehealth visits with the doctor, and he assures me I am doing well. I mean I hear him but every time there is a loud noise it still makes me jump. Hell, the other day I was standing at the counter, reading and eating and listening to an audio book. I didn’t hear Larabee come up behind me. He touched my shoulder, not relaxing. I had those tiny ear things in, and I screamed so loud and jumped so far I hit my back on the counter. He was horrified. Not that I screamed but that he was the one to scare me. So, lots of work to be done. But I try not to dwell on that and take every day as it comes.
Like right now. Right now I am tying the Grecian style dress I picked from the rack of dresses around my neck. The bodice is tight fitting, a silver choker attached to the dress clinging to my neck. Underneath it is a cutout ‘V’ showing modest cleavage but given the size of these girls, it borders on overtly sexy. But none of this is why I picked the dress. No. I picked it because the back is bare. Yes, completely bare all the way down to right above the start of my ass. The stylist smiled and nodded before handing me a necklace that apparently goes in the back. He is going to lose his mind.
I decided to go without shoes because we are doing this sans anyone else but the stylist and the beauty consultant who are going to serve as our witnesses. Larabee said the less people who know the better. Knock. Knock. Turning toward the sound at the door I answer it.
“Come in,” I call out, wringing my hands no longer as confident in my choice of attire. I see the head of the stylist peek and when she sees me, her eyes light up.
“My how beautiful you look. How do you feel?” Smiling, I look down at my feet before looking back up.
“Nervous. Excited.” Horny. I don’t say that out loud.
“Well, you look exquisite, and your groom is out here pacing the floor. Are you ready?” Cheesing, I nod my head. “Excellent. Here.” She hands me two boxes. I take them also looking at the flowers she has in her hands, realizing they are going to be my bouquet.
Hands trembling, I open up the smaller box and my body begins to shake. I am looking at gorgeous pink diamond earrings. My hand shoots to my chest and words evade me. “He gave these to you to give to me?” I question her. I mean I know the answer, but that is all I can think to say.