Sarah & Vittorio

by Marianne Knightly

  “You don’t really notice it unless you’re close in low light.” The strip of light they’d left on in the bathroom must have illuminated it. She wouldn’t have noticed it in his office or even on the beach. That scar was only noticeable in dim light, as other light blended the shadows from the raised skin making it imperceptible.

  Her hand left him, that small warmth he immediately missed. “I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t have to tell me.”

  He didn’t know why he said it, why he told her. “My father liked to use his fist, or whatever else was handy.” Like the slim chain he’d used as a whip against him once.

  “Oh. I am sorry.”

  “So am I.” His history was usually buried deep inside him. The pain. The loss. The death he’d caused and still blamed himself for. It threatened to bubble up now, but he tamped it down.

  “Rio?”

  “Yes?”

  “Will you look at me?”

  Her voice, so small and sad, was hard to turn down, so he didn’t. He shifted and faced her.

  They stared at each other across the bed, not saying anything, not moving.

  Her hand reached out, tentatively at first, then more confidently when he didn’t stop her. She traced the lines of his forehead, his brows, and cheeks. When she got to his lips, that’s when he stopped her.

  “Don’t touch me unless you mean it.”

  She licked her lips. “I mean it.”

  His heart started racing. “How do you mean it?”

  Her words came out stilted. “I just wanted to memorize your face. Since you’re leaving in the morning and I’ll probably never see you again.”

  He didn’t know why he asked it. “Will you miss me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why? Because you need a fake boyfriend?”

  “No. Because I think I need you.”

  Fuck, that felt good. Yet he had to be sure. “How do you need me? Is it my cock you need?”

  She tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight. “Don’t be crude.”

  “Don’t bullshit me. Tell me the truth.”

  She tugged her arm again to no avail. “Let me go.”

  “Tell me the truth and I will.”

  “Let me go.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Rio.”

  “Sarah. Tell. Me.”

  “All right! I want your cock, but I need you. There. I said it. I need you.” She was breathing heavily, as if she’d just run a long distance. “There’s something here between us, something different. Isn’t there? Do you feel it? Or am I crazy?”

  He shook his head, in part to answer her last question, in part because he couldn’t believe what’d she just said.

  “Rio, I was wrong with what I said earlier. Or, maybe not wrong entirely, but I wasn’t right to take out my frustrations on you. There were two of us in that bed, two of us who got drunk and slept together. I don’t remember it, not really, but I’m as much responsible for this situation as you.”

  “Sarah.”

  “Now let me go. You said you would if I told you.”

  “How can I let go of you when I need you, too?”

  She stilled. “Really?”

  “It’s not just you. I feel it, too, this connection between us.”

  Her voice was now hopeful as she leaned closer. “Really?”

  “Yes, bella.”

  “Where do we go from here?”

  He kissed her as, to him anyway, it seemed like the best place to start.

  God, he craved her. One taste was never enough, would never be enough. Nothing would sate his need for her.

  They kissed for long minutes. Slow, drugging kisses meant to lull and deceptively seduce. When she started moving against him, he shifted over her.

  “What do you want?”

  She moaned, her hands cupping his face and urging it back to hers.

  “My lips?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere.”

  He took her hands and locked them above her head. “Anywhere?”

  Her body clenched. “Rio.”

  “Do you really want this? Remember what I told you. I control our bed, bella. You want this, you do what I tell you. Do you trust me?”

  His body locked as he waited for her answer. He needed this from her. If they were to have a future, hell, even if they were to have a month together, he needed her trust and her complete belief in him. He may not deserve it, but he needed it.

  “Yes.”

  He inhaled. “Yes, what?”

  “I trust you, Rio. Take me. Do what you want to me. Just do something for fuck’s sake because I’m dying here.”

  He huffed out a single laugh, then leaned down to her ear. “All right. But that’s the last order you give me in bed, understand?”

  Instead of the protest he expected, she melted against him. “Yes, Rio.”

  “I don’t have a condom. If we do this, it’s ungloved. I told you before I’m clean, but I don’t have any proof except for my word. If you don’t want this, say it now.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “I want this. I’m clean, too, and I want this. I trust you.”

  I trust you.

  I trust you.

  Fuck.

  He kissed her neck then leaned away. “Keep your hands above your head unless I tell you otherwise. No touching.”

  She pouted, her face too fucking adorable with that expression.

  He got up and turned on the bedside light. No fucking way was he missing any moment of this because of dim lighting.

  He went back to the bed and pulled the sheet away, revealing her in all her temptation. Tonight, she was wearing a simple silk nightie in dark purple that stopped at the top of her creamy thighs and had helpful flimsy straps.

  To rip it off her, or not to rip it off her? That was indeed a question.

  When she started squirming under his gaze, he decided no.

  “Take off your nightie. Slowly.”

  She swallowed. Her hips tilted up and she shimmied the gown up to her waist. A simple black throng was underneath.

  That he would rip off.

  “Stop.” His voice was gruff now. It always got gruffer the harder his cock got.

  Her hips fell back to the bed.

  He leaned forward and trailed a hand up her leg, then caressed between her thighs, one finger following the thin thong strip between the cheeks of her ass.

  She sighed and pressed her head into the pillow, her neck arching.

  Fuck, she was getting wet already. In a flash, he used both his hands to rip the panties apart.

  She moaned.

  His dirty princess liked that.

  He moved back. “Pull the rest of your nightie off.”

  She sat up, and her legs spread open. She crossed her arms in front of her and tugged it up. When it made it past her breasts, but was still on, he ordered her again. “Stop.”

  She stilled. Her face was hidden behind silk, her arms tangled together.

  He gave her collarbone a push with one finger.

  She fell back on a yip and started squirming.

  “Don’t move.”

  She stopped again.

  He removed his briefs and climbed onto the bed. He slid up the bed and up her body, fully skin-to-skin for the first time since that fateful night. He adjusted her nightie so her nose and mouth were free, but her eyes were still covered and her arms wouldn’t move.

  Perfect.

  He started with that mouth, that sinful mouth, until she was breathless. He moved down her body, and tortured her skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue. No inch of skin was left untouched. Her neck, her cleavage, her nipples and breasts, her ribs and belly and the indent of her waist. Even her belly button—an outie—couldn’t escape his notice.

  A light sheen of sweat coated her skin. He licked it, kissed it, and sucked it as he made his way down her body.

  Fuck, she was so responsive. No hesitation. If she liked it, she showed i
t. Right now, she was writhing lightly. Her legs shifting against the pale bedsheets, her arms reaching out above her head.

  She looked like a goddess.

  He couldn’t wait to fucking worship her.

  Or, really, worship her by fucking.

  He skipped the core of her to move to her feet. Her pink-tipped toes curled under his tongue, her calves clenched against his teeth, her thighs, her luscious, creamy thighs, tightened against his lips.

  When he reached her center, she was dripping.

  He lapped it up, his tongue abrading her lips, causing her hips to arch from the bed.

  “Steady,” he warned her.

  Her hips dropped, and she whimpered in reply.

  Using his fingers, he spread her wet along her lips and through the crease of her ass. Her cheeks clenched against the intrusion.

  She gasped, stilled, then opened.

  Yes, his dirty woman was up for anything.

  He slapped one of her cheeks in warning, then rubbed the slap away. “Don’t hide anything from me. Your ass is mine. Your cunt is mine. Your lips—both sets of them—are fucking mine.”

  To prove the point, he circled her anus and dipped the tip of his finger inside.

  If she’d pushed back, shown any indication she didn’t want it, he would have pulled back immediately. He’d promised her he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want, and he meant it.

  She didn’t pull back. Instead, she opened her ass, letting him in further.

  Fucking brilliant.

  He toyed with her ass with one hand, while his other toyed with her front. Two fingers slipped inside her hot, wet cunt while his thumb circled her clit.

  “Oh God. I can’t…I need…”

  “I know what you need, bella.” His fingers continued to torture her, his cock was ready for her, but he wouldn’t take her, not yet.

  “Vittorio. Oh God.”

  Did she realize she used his full name when they fucked? She’d done it their first night together, and fuck, but he loved the way she said it. “Do you like being filled by me, bella? Filled with my fingers? Filled with my cock?”

  She clenched around all his fingers inside her. She was building, and fast.

  “You like the way I possess you? Consume you? Take you? Do you like your body under my total command and control, to do as I wish?”

  She let out a long moan as she came, her body in a graceful arch, her hips pumping against his fingers.

  Fuck, she was beautiful when she came.

  While she was coming down, he tore off the nightie and tossed it aside. Her eyes blinked open, then shut when he continued.

  His dick wouldn’t allow further delay. It was so fucking hard, he’d be able to hammer some goddamn nails with it if he tried.

  He’d rather hammer her.

  Hard.

  So goddamn hard she’d feel him inside her for days and remember that he was the one who owned her body and its pleasure.

  He sat on the bed, his calves under him. He grabbed her lush thighs and pulled her body towards him until her ass hit his knees.

  She let out a small cry and tried to prop up on her elbows.

  He smacked the side of her ass, then rubbed the reddening spot. “Lay down, bella. I’m not done with you. Hands above your head.”

  She let out a small moan but complied.

  He shifted her up on his thighs a little more, positioning her perfectly for his plans.

  One hand went between them, then his fingers dipped inside her again.

  She arched her back a little, her eyes closed, and her head fell to the side. “What are you doing to me?” she murmured.

  “That a rhetorical question?”

  Her head turned and her eyes blinked open. “What question?”

  His dick was bone-hard, which usually made him focused and slightly angry. With her, with his bella, however, he smiled broadly.

  His fingers moved within her, getting coated with more of her wet. “You don’t remember asking me a question just now?”

  She shook her head, maybe in response to his question, maybe in response to what his fingers were doing. He could live with the mystery of not knowing for sure.

  His fingers slipped out and circled her clit.

  Her legs tried to clamp together, her body clenching.

  He spanked her again. “No, bella. Stay open for me. Wide fucking open for me to see all of you.”

  He continued to massage her, circling, circling, circling until she relaxed and opened again.

  His wet fingers moved up her body, leaving a trail as he went. Her stomach trembled under his touch. Her nipples, which had been softening, hardened again into peaks when he circled them with wet fingers. They stayed that way when he covered them with his mouth, sucking her and her essence together.

  “Oh shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.”

  He smiled against her breast. His dirty woman had a dirty mouth when they fucked.

  God, he loved it. Adored it.

  Adored her.

  Before he could think too much about that, he left her breast with a small pop. He put his wet fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”

  Her lips latched on immediately, her cheeks indenting as she sucked his fingers like she’d do his cock.

  Fuck.

  “Taste yourself on my fingers. Later, after I’ve had you, you’ll taste yourself on my cock, and tell me which you like best.”

  She gave a long suck with a moan he felt vibrate through his body.

  She held on when he tried to pull his fingers out. He loved that, really fucking loved that, but he had other plans.

  He resisted another ass slap and instead spoke gently. “Let go, bella, so I can fuck you hard like you deserve.”

  He wasn’t even inside her, yet he sensed her pussy clench.

  Fucking beautiful.

  He positioned himself again to sitting. Her ass was up on his thighs, her legs spread really fucking wide. Her hands were above her in the bed, her hair fanned out underneath, a golden glow under his golden woman.

  He used his fingers first to torment her, to bring her close, then bring her back. Over and over and over again he played with her, seduced her.

  She wanted his dick inside her, but she never asked him to stop playing.

  His bella was up for anything, because now she knew the pleasure he would bring her. She trusted him.

  Fuck. She trusted him.

  He wouldn’t fuck this up.

  But, right now, he would fuck her.

  His hand, coated in her wetness, covered his cock.

  She looked down the length of her body and beyond her long, spread legs, to him. To him sitting there with his cock in his hand, covered in her, rubbing it up and down. Taking the drops of pre-cum at the top and mixing it with her, before covering himself with that.

  “Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

  The side of his mouth quirked up. “Think that’s hot, bella? How about this? Watch me.”

  He positioned his cock and eased the head in.

  Her neck arched back.

  He smacked her ass again. His voice was now an angry growl. “Watch me, damn it. Watch me take you. Watch me possess you. Own you.”

  “Oh fuck.”

  She was so wet, so primed, that he shoved right in.

  “Oh fuck!”

  They both panted and adjusted to their bodies joining.

  It took every ounce of restraint he possessed not to move. “Are you all right, bella?”

  She nodded. “I need…I want…” She arched her back and moaned. “Fucking hell, move!”

  He let out a single chuckle. He thought about spanking her for ordering him in bed, but he decided to discipline her later. “As you wish.”

  He moved his hand, covered with their wet, to the slit of her ass. He slid his finger between her ass cheeks, circling her. He pushed his cock in a little further.

  Her breathing was erratic now. Short, shuddering gasps, mixed with long breaths and longer moans.


  He was shifting inside of her now, slowly, achingly.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  He was restraining the urge to rut her, to take her with every ounce of power he had and leave her destroyed at the end of it.

  She was arching her arms, her back, her neck, anything to find that sweet release. Her voice was a plea. “Vittorio.”

  Christ, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

  He shoved in hard, her body relaxing, then tensing in a new, delicious way.

  His hand left her ass, and both hands went to her thighs. He positioned her legs straight against his chest and lifted up on his knees.

  She cried out at the change in position, as he hit that one sweet spot deep inside her. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  He shoved again.

  “Fuck!”

  Again.

  “OhmyGod, OhmyGod, OhmyGod!”

  A-fucking-gain.

  “Vittorio!”

  She came, so fucking hard he thought she might snap his dick right in half. “Christ. Christ, bella.”

  Her body was clenching around him, her arms wild as they fought to hold on to any slip of sanity left in her.

  He lowered onto his calves, dropping her legs wide again.

  She was panting, her body fading from pleasure into ease.

  She was relaxing too soon; he wasn’t done with her yet.

  He continued to slide into her, slow and easy, until he felt that slight spasm inside her.

  She blinked and looked up at him, a wonder on her face that made his entire being fill with pride. Apparently, her other lovers didn’t have his stamina.

  “You didn’t…?”

  He shook his head, his entire being focused on her cunt, and his cock in her cunt. “I’m not done playing yet, bella.”

  “But…but…Ooh!”

  “That’s it, bella.”

  Her eyes were shut again, her head turned away. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

  He squeezed her thighs and her eyes flitted to his. “You will.”

  “Shit.”

  A cocky grin flitted across his face, then disappeared as his fingers moved over her again.

  “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” She fisted her own hand in her hair, that fan of gold now scrunched above her head in a desperate plea for control.

  She was completely at his mercy. He was the puppeteer, his hands, fingers, and cock all pulling strings that moved her body, clenched her body, or tortured her body in a million ways.