“Takes? To do what?” Carlo asked.
“Tame my lion,” she smiled.
He laughed. It was the first laugh she heard from him since the dinner. He dropped his mouth on hers and his tongue swept in. She wanted to touch him but couldn’t be freed. She met his kiss with equal vigor until he released her lips, and left her panting for more. “I won’t be tamed.”
“You sure about that?” she asked. “Seems like your behavior is improving each time we’re alone.”
His brows drew together. “Why would you say that?”
“Say what?” she asked.
“What you said. That my behavior is improving,” he said.
“It’s nothing.”
“It is something. What have you heard about me, Shae?”
Shae sighed. She bit down on her bottom lip. Carlo stared at her. “I’ve heard that not many trust you with their wives, daughters, girlfriends.” Shae answered.
“I’ve never—”
“Shhhhhh.” She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t explain, Carlo. Not if you don’t need to,” she said. He dropped over to his back. They lay side by side staring up at the ceiling.
“And I don’t need to explain with you?” he asked.
“You’ve told me enough. I’m here because I like lions,” she smiled.
“I like lionesses,” he turned and made her face him by rolling her to her side, gripping her hip. He kissed her brow, her cheek, and her lips. “I wish you to stay longer, with me. I will tell Gio.”
“Whoa… slow down…”
“Stay, and let me know you. Have you with me.”
“I can stay an extra week. Maybe. But not longer,” she said.
“You’ll stay longer,” he answered with a sheepish smile.
She chuckled. And then he buried his face in her neck. The kisses and sucks to her throat were so nice with him squeezing her ass.
“Leave bruises this time,” she whispered in his ear.
It was Carlo’s turn to chuckle. He ran down the side zipper to her dress. They were nose to nose. Carlo’s brown eyes were dark, very dark. She was mesmerized looking into them. Tonight she wanted to play. He sat up and she did too. The dress was brought over her head and cast away. She wore a half bra, but nothing else. Shae unhooked it as Carlo unfastened his belt. His eyes never left hers.
Shae set her hands to his shoulders and smoothed up to his thick neck. She drew his face down to hers and gave him another soft kiss. This kiss meant acceptance. It was the greatest gift she could give him next to her heart. Slowly she turned on her hands and knees to put her back to him. Shae brought her hands behind her back and waited.
Carlo wrapped the belt strap around her wrists and fastened it.
“Tighter,” she said. “I can still move my hands.”
“Is it too tight?” he asked after tugging on it.
“No,” she said. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Feels good.”
He looked into her eyes. He yanked the strap and her arms were forced straight behind her back. Shae had learned a few things about Carlo’s desires in the stolen moments they shared. She always felt his restraint after the first night. She wanted to feel his release tonight.
Carlo pushed up from the bed and began to remove his clothes. Shae tried to look back but couldn’t.
“Lay down,” he ordered her.
Shae walked on her knees further up the bed and then managed to drop flat on her stomach with her wrists bound behind her back. A quiver worked its way down her spine.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said.
“Have you?”
“I want you on your knees. I want you face down. I want to look at you. Open your thighs for me.”
She jerked up and got to her knees with her bottom lifting up to him in offering. Without the use of her hands she had to put her face in her pillow. Carlo reached across the bed to touch her ass. Just the fingers brushed her left cheek at first. He liked how soft her skin felt she supposed, because he knelt on the bed behind her. He used both hands to rub and squeeze, parting the globes with pleasing massages.
“I like giving it to you in the ass,” Carlo said through a deep breath. He pinched her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut to the warm tingle it sent through her core.
“I know. I like it too. When you behave, Carlo,” she tossed him a challenging look. There was a girl in every woman who craved to be pushed beyond endurance. The problem was finding a man who understood that darkness and nurtured it, not turned her inside out because of it.
“I’ll behave,” he promised. His palm cupped her sex. Shae’s eyes closed. His fingers strummed the lips of her sex. She began to shake her ass slowly in response. A low, sexy chuckle escaped Carlo. Before she had a chance to respond he bent and licked her from behind. It was glorious. The stroke of his tongue moved over her clit as it eased in to slide up to the tender region between the folds of her pussy.
“Ah, yes,” she sighed.
The tip of his tongue trailed to her forbidden zone. Shae nearly lifted, but her bound arms and position kept her from doing so. He swatted her vagina after the kiss. Repeated strikes were delivered until his hand was wet with her juices. Heat arched through her, and then his hand landed on her backside. The spanking was brief, only meant to tease. And only given because the last time they were together she asked for it. Carlo’s aggression would come after. She braced for the adventure.
The bed pressed down behind her when he joined. She remained in a kneeling position except her knees were parted, and her ass was turned up. “Your only job,
bella,
is to enjoy me and—” he kissed her shoulder. He kissed the back of her neck. “And let me know if anything I do becomes uncomfortable for you.”
The low, resonant sound of his voice against her ear melted her insides. Her hands cinched together with her fingers entwined.
“Ah yes,
cara mia
, so nice your body is. I love it,” he said. He kissed down her spine to the separation between her buttocks. The feel of his breath and tongue, mixed with his words, was such a sweet turn on. And his mouth on her clit was just the beginning. He sucked and toggled the tender flesh before holding it hostage between his pressed together lips. The slick wet sounds he made were sloppy but sweet. So few men knew the path to a woman’s g-spot. They treated it like a target to hit at the end of a woman’s cervix. She considered Carlo at first one of those men. But even Shae would freely admit that despite his brutish manner, he could lick and finger fuck a girl to heaven. In his excitement he nudged her sex with his face and she nearly went flat again to her stomach. She held on. The muscles in her vagina contracted and his tongue began to do the swirl licks up and between her folds before returning to task.
And then she exploded.
Wave after wave of blazing pleasure shocked her womb. He teased her further. He traced the tip of his tongue at her entrance before plunging it into her tight channel. When his tongue repeatedly thrust into her, it was only a tease of what his hard cock would bring. She gyrated against his mouth. Emotion clogged her throat and prevented her from celebrating by calling out his name. In doing so, her pussy smashed against his mouth and lips. It felt even better. It felt glorious.
His name became a chant that pushed higher and higher up her throat. And he feasted on her pussy until she neared madness.
Carlo loved the way she tasted. Her pussy was so wet and tight, he found it hard to not force himself on her on the spot. Shae’s essence smeared over his lips and chin.
Mannaggia!
He wanted her to come but not so soon.
“Relax, goddess, we haven’t begun yet,” he said in a voice tight with frustration. He lifted his head and sat back on his haunches. He’d brought the bottle of lubricant jelly to the bed. Her cherry was on full display for him still. Carlo smiled. He never understood why women liked spanking before sex. He preferred to give licks during.
Not wasting any time, he returned to his position behind her. Without warning he gave her the dick. He pushed hard and fast into her, and as a reward he sank deep. The walls of her sweet nectar quivered around him. There was a fever inside of her. Hot melting heat that paved the way to pleasure so intense it nearly shriveled his spine. Carlo pulled out and thrust forward, rocking her back and forth with his motion. And soon they found a rhythm all their own.
It took insurmountable strength to keep from climaxing. He smacked her ass in timing with his thrusts. He hit her harder and harder. She whimpered but didn’t object. Searing waves of arousal struck him until every nerve in his dick was seized with need.
The vibrations of her ass jiggling when he swat it while pumping into her pussy, made it harder to hang on. He gripped both of her hips to steady her and himself, and fucked her harder. “Hang on, goddess, just a little longer!” he grunted.
“I’m trying,” she wheezed.
Carlo felt her body cinch tighter around his cock. Pleasure spiked through him with unrelenting intensity. Her bottom slammed her pussy against his groin. And all he could think of was the need to go deeper, fill her to completion, never let their passion end. The tension in his groin built steady and steady, until he rocketed into an orgasm that brought her flat down on the mattress.
“Carlo,” she said weakly. “Get. Up!”
“We’ve just started.” He wheezed. “I’m not done.”
**
Kyra rolled to her side on the bed. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and pressed her thighs together to stop the tremors between them. Renaldo had dropped over to his side of the bed. His body was slick with sweat. Hers too. He looked over at her and smiled. Without him requesting for her to do so, she turned over and stretched her naked sexed-out body across his. He rubbed her ass and then smacked it. She groaned in frustration and eased off him. Kyra watched as he went to the bathroom and rinsed his dick in the sink, then gargled with mouthwash. He returned with a rag. She giggled as he cleaned her sex-beaten pussy.
“No! We aren’t changing the sheets. We’ll just mess them up again anyway,” she teased. She knew he wanted to, but he relented. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom and then joined her.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” she asked. She snuggled in close.
“Yes.”
“Renaldo, your mother arrives tomorrow. She’s bringing Luca. They were only to stay a few nights with her sister. I want you here.”
“I have to go with the Battaglias to Bellagio,” he said.
“Did you ask for the day off?” she asked him. When he didn’t answer she lifted her head from his chest. He looked down the tip of his nose at her.
“Well did you?” she asked. He only shrugged. She gave up and dropped her head on his chest. “You promised that when we get married you’ll be here more. Luca needs you.”
“And what about you? Do you need me?”
“I need you,” she smiled and hugged him. “I do.”
“I will be here. Trust me. I’ve spoken to Gio. The Donna will be working out of Milan and so will her sister. I’ll be at the factory every day. We’ll have lunch. Take walks together.”
He smacked her ass. Kyra chuckled. She lay there listening to his heartbeat for a moment before she lifted her head once more. “What do you think of Shae and Carlo?”
“Trouble,” he said and closed his eyes.
“Carlo or Shae?” she asked.
“The both of them.”
“I think they are seeing each other behind the Battaglias back.”
“Possibly,” he yawned.
“It’s a free country. They should be allowed to date if they want to. Just like us?”
He rolled her to her back. And pinned her down. Kyra parted her thighs and welcomed him.
“They are nothing like us. No woman is like you,” Renaldo smiled.
“Will you love me when I’m fat and swollen with a baby?” she asked.
“With all my heart,” he said.
“And our little brown babies? Will you love them?”
“With all my heart,” he teased her with a kiss to her nose.
“We’re going to be so happy together, Renaldo. A family.”
“We already are,” he said.
She kissed him and he settled in her arms. She held him close to her heart until they both drifted to sleep.
**
Shae rubbed the soreness from her wrists. The bruised skin had left reddish welts rising. And she knew there were bruises to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. The kind that faded quick, but left aches for days. She could barely lie on them. Carlo returned to the room. He paused. He flashed his boyish smile at her and flopped on the bed.
“You okay?” he asked.
She smiled and extended her hand to him. Carlo eased back in under the covers and joined her. She scooted into the snug fit of his embrace and closed her eyes.
“How much longer do we have?” she asked.
“Two hours,” he yawned.
“I’m going to tell Mae. I have to,” Shae said.
“
Sí.
I was thinking the same thing. Dominic knows. There is no need to keep it a secret any longer.”
“It?” she asked.
“What?” he frowned.