Page 96 of Isle of Seduction
Though it’s not a punishment. It’s a release. When the belt falls a third time on my ass, tears fall and my body convulses under the force of my cries. I wail so loud I’m half-scared the workers will hear me.
“Kalliste,” I murmur.
Andrea’s strong body envelopes me and his scent of bitter oranges invades my nose immediately. He lifts me up into his chest and I wrap my arms around his neck, sobbing uncontrollably. I think we sit on the sofa in the office, but I’m only half-aware of my surroundings, only focusing on the convulsions of my limbs and the fresh tears staining my cheeks.
His hands soothe my back, my legs. He kisses my hair and licks the tears away. “Thank you for using your safeword, tesoro mio. I’m so proud of you.”
“There’s nothing to be proud of,” I answer in between sobs. Mascara and snot cover his neat shirt, and the sight makes me bawl harder.
“You survived a monster, guerrieritta. You slained your enemy, you were victorious. You are magnificent. Strong and brilliant. Fierce and loyal. I’m so in love with you sometimes I can’t breathe. I look at you and all I know is that my love for you knows no bounds, and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you. What I did just now is push you to your limit, to your release because I want to take care of you.”
I burrow my face harder into his chest, hiding at the strength of his words, hitting me right in the chest, in the heart that felt like it hasn’t beaten in weeks. He just restarted it with the power of his love.
“Look at me.”
Our eyes meet again.
“You’re going to get help and take care of yourself because as much as I will kill anyone who threatens you again, sweetheart, I can’t kill the demons in your head. And those bastards need to be put down, understood?”
I nod weakly, but I know he’s right.
Andrea holds me for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, my body can’t produce any more tears and my body relaxes fully.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go home so I can give you the proper aftercare you need.”
THIRTY-NINE
WORSHIP
When we arrive at our cottage, I take Giulia’s hand and lead her to my bedroom, where we’ve established ourselves for the past few nights. Hers is under construction. The first thing I did when we came back after her ordeal was to contract my company to redo her bathroom. That bathtub needed to go as soon as possible.
Piece by piece, I remove her jeans, the soft loose yellow cropped sweater she wears on top of the skin-tight black cotton tee-shirt, her bra and panties with little lemons on them. I let her undress me while I kiss every inch of her perfect body, until we’re both naked and panting.
“Lie down for me, tesoro mio. Let me worship you.”
She obeys and spreads her thighs, giving me a delicious view of her glistening pussy.
My hands caress her chest, her stomach, her hips and legs, leaving no part untouched or unkissed. She sighs when I kiss the crease where her leg meets the rest of her body and moans when my tongue glides from entrance to clit. Each press of my lips to her mound is unhurried, reverent and delicate.
I don’t want to mix pain with pleasure right now. I want her to feel my love every second until she doesn’t doubt that her mind, body and soul belong to us and no one else.
“You taste so fucking good, tesoro mio. Are you gonna reward your husband with your cum?”
She throws her head back to mewl when I slide two fingers gently into her, stroking her walls deep and slow until she writhes under my ministrations.
“Fuck me, marito. I need you inside me,” she breathes, and it’s my turn to obey, settling in between her spread thighs.
Our eyes lock when I enter her slow and deep, breaths mingling and souls colliding.
I fuck her for a long time like this until she becomes needy and pushes me down to ride me. I prop myself onto the colourful pillows and let her hold on to my shoulders, her hips rolling at a delightful cadence.
“Own me, guerrieritta. Make yourself come on my cock. Take what you need.”
I take a nipple into my mouth, biting gently on the stiff peak, my eyes never leaving her face. Her lips part and her hips lose speed. Giulia settles down deeper on me, rolling back and forth instead of up and down, her clit getting the friction it needs on my pelvis.
Her rhythm is agonisingly slow yet perfect, and we come together, each other’s names on our lips before they meet for a searing kiss.
I take my time to clean my wife’s legs with a warm cloth, then put her in my clothes, feed her sushi we order because none of us wants to let go of the other and fall asleep with her in my arms watching the most stupid reality show I’ve seen about finding love while never seeing the other first. With my warrior in my arms, I know it doesn’t matter that we hadn’t met, we were always meant to collide.