Under Her Skin

by Michelle Love

  Sera smiled. “And Auntie Inca, too.” She gave her mother a wet kiss on the cheek. “Papa says I’m not to worry about you, that I will have a lovely time while you’re gone. Is that right, Papa?”

  Enda stroked his daughter’s curls. “That’s right, cara mia. Come give your Papa a hug.”

  Ama looked out of the plane’s window. Raff had lent them his private jet to fly out to the island in the Indian Ocean, and Ama, although she had come from a wealthy family and then married into one, still couldn’t get used to the opulence of her surroundings.

  “This is nothing,” Enda said, enjoying her fascination with the jet. “Wait until you see the island.”

  “You’ve been there before?” Suddenly she felt jealous. Had he gone with another woman?

  Enda, seeing the wariness in her eyes, smiled. “I went there with Raffaelo, Tommaso, and some of our friends for Raff’s Bachelor party. When I say party, I’m talking eight middle-aged men listening to jazz, drinking whiskey, and playing cards for two days, albeit in luxury surroundings.”

  “Thug life.”

  Enda laughed. “You got it. We even stayed up past midnight one night.”

  Ama giggled. “You crazy kids. So …no women?”

  “No women. But I did get to thinking maybe it was somewhere I’d like to take someone I was in love with. Thankfully, for me at least, I’ve only ever been in love with one woman.”

  Ama pretended to be affronted. “Where is this bitch?”

  Enda grinned, then pulled her onto his lap. “She’s right here.”

  Ama smiled happily and leaned against him. “God, we’re lucky.”

  “No arguments here. And guess what …there’s a bedroom back there.” He nodded to the rear of the plane.

  “There is?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “And we’re wasting time, sitting here chatting?”

  “Now that you mention it …”

  Ama got up and held out her hand. “Take me to bed and fuck me senseless, husband.”

  Enda stood grinning. “You really are a very dirty girl …”

  “Well, doesn’t that make you the lucky one?” And she led him towards the bedroom.

  Back in Italy, Raffaelo, who had been working in the city, drove home to find Inca and Serafina had built what turned out to be an intricate pillow fort in their living room. Fairy lights were strung inside, and Inca and Sera were lying on their backs, looking up at them. Raff poked his head inside and grinned at them. “Good evening, ladies.”

  They smiled back at him. Inca beckoned him. “Kick off your shoes and come join us.”

  Raff did as she asked, removing his jacket too, then crawled inside the building. “I must say, I’m very impressed with this fort.” He suddenly felt a wet lick on his right ear. Fraggle was lying in a tunnel off the main ‘living area’ of the fort. “Hey, dog.”

  Fraggle gave a muffled ‘woof,’ which made Inca and Sera laugh. Raff grinned at them. “I think this kind of building deserves pizza, yes?”

  Sera cheered, and Inca laughed at the girl’s merry face. “Girl’s got her priorities right in life. Come on, squidgy. Let’s go help your uncle order.”

  They ate the pizza in the fort, then sat playing games with Sera all evening. When the girl was falling asleep in Inca’s arms, she carried her to bed in the guest room, tucked her in, and stroked her soft hair. Inca felt her heart hurt; if only she had been able to have kids of their own. She longed for a little girl like Sera, or her niece, Hermione, Tommaso’s daughter.

  The worst thing was that after being stabbed the first time, the doctors had told her she was highly unlikely to be able to carry her own child. Then, when she was attacked the second time …she had unknowingly been pregnant. To save her life, though, they’d had to perform a hysterectomy, and their baby had died. Inca blinked back a few tears now. It wasn’t fair. After everything they had been through together …

  “You okay, Principessa?”

  Raff was standing in the doorway, watching them. Inca brushed her cheeks free of tears.

  “Yes, baby. Just …”

  “I know.”

  They went back to their bedroom and stripped before sliding into the crisp sheets and wrapping themselves around each other. Raff brushed her lips with his. “What are you thinking about, cara mia?”

  Inca smiled a little sadly. “Our little bean. How unfair it was that she was taken from us. I’m still so angry, Raff.”

  His arms tightened around her. “Maybe it’s time to talk again about adoption.”

  Inca hesitated. “Aren’t we too old now? Is that what they’ll say?”

  Raff shook his head. “I don’t see why. Look, let’s begin the process and we’ll see what happens.”

  Inca smiled. “Okay …”

  Raff moved on top of her, then, smiling down at her. “You’ll make an excellent mother, Inca, my darling.”

  “Let’s not get our hopes up,” she warned, but then sighed happily as Raff’s cock slid into her. “For tonight, let’s just concentrate on this …us …god, Raff, that feels so good …”

  Thousands of miles away, in the Indian Ocean, Ama was being shown around the luxurious villa that Enda had procured for them. At the center of the villa, was an enormous open-plan living room, dining room, and kitchen with one wall of sliding glass doors that led out onto a private beach. Ama went to the window and pushed it open, breathing in the warm ocean air. Enda slid his arms around her waist.

  “What do you think?”

  She grinned at him. “It’ll do.” They both laughed. “Seriously, this place is fantastic.”

  Enda showed her around the rest of the villa, including the master bedroom with a huge four-poster bed, swathed in white mosquito netting. Ama’s heart began to beat faster …god, this was perfect. Enda, carrying their suitcases, dropped them to the floor and ran his hand down her bare back before his fingers pulled at the halter-neck tie of her dress. The dress slithered down her body to the floor. Enda knelt and took her nipples into his mouth, teasing each tiny bud in turn. Ama sighed, caressing his head as his fingers stroked her belly and thighs before sliding between her legs to touch her, first through her panties. Then, as he drew them down her legs, his tongue found her clit.

  Ama shivered with pleasure, giving a small moan, and Enda stood and swept her onto the bed. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it away from his broad, hard chest. Enda shrugged out of it, then out of his pants. He kissed her as she felt his cock, already hard and throbbing against her thigh. Enda grinned down at her. “Let’s get this party started, Piccolo …”

  They kissed, tasted, sucked at each other until they were almost fevered with desire, and when Enda’s cock thrust deep and hard into her, Ama cried out, saying his name over and over. He moved inside her, his hands pinning hers to the bed and his gaze locked onto her.

  “What shall we try next, my love?” Enda was breathless, his eyes alive with desire as he moaned softly. Ama smiled up at him.

  “Anything …tie me up, Enda, and take me however you want.”

  “You want this?” He rammed his cock deeper into her, and she nodded. “God, yes, yes …”

  He fucked her into the most sublime orgasm, coming himself a second after and shooting creamy cum deep into her belly. He barely let her catch her breath before he was pulling out some silk ties from his suitcase, still on the floor at the side of the bed. “Come here, woman.”

  Ama giggled, only feeling a slight thrill of fear as Enda bound her wrists together and tied them to the bed. From the case, he pulled a long feather, which he ran over her skin. “You like this?”

  Ama nodded. The tickle of the feather was almost unbearable; paired with Enda’s fingers working her clit and the pull of the silk on her wrists, she could feel her body respond. Enda grinned, enjoying the control on her body. He grabbed a vibrator and switched it on, touching it gently to her clit. Ama shrieked as the vibration sent waves of pleasure through her already uber-sensitive clit. She could s
ee Enda’s cock, fully erect, bobbing under its own massive weight. “Let me suck you, baby …”

  Enda straddled her chest, and Ama took him into her mouth, sucking and teasing the sensitive tip, then running her tongue up and down the thick, long shaft. “Mio Dio …” Enda whispered, “May I come in your sweet mouth, Bella?”

  Ama nodded, her eyes shining, and Enda came, giving a groan and saying her name again and again. He withdrew and kissed her mouth, her throat, her breasts, and her belly. He nipped gently at the skin of her belly, then moved down to take her in his mouth. Ama writhed as he teased and suckled at her clit, then swept his tongue along her clit and plunged it deep into her cunt.

  “Oh god …god …Enda!”

  Enda grinned and leaned over to retrieve something else from the case—a huge glass dildo. Ama’s eyes widened when she saw it. It was beautifully shaped, almost as big as Enda’s cock, and had a ribbed section. Enda slid it into her as he continued to suck her clit, and soon Ama was moaning, her whole body vibrating with pleasure as she came hard.

  Enda untied her wrists as she recovered, and Ama half-laughed, half-gasped as the circulation to her hands returned. Enda stroked the welts on her wrists. “And to think …that was pretty tame bondage.” He grinned at her. “Imagine what we could get up to.”

  Ama wriggled into his arms, snuggling her head against his chest. “We don’t have to imagine …we could just do.”

  Enda laughed. Outside, the evening was drawing in. “Well, just for now, I suggest we eat, b because I am starving, and then go for a moonlight walk.”

  “All the clichés.”

  “Hell, yes, cara mia. Every single one.” He kissed her gently. “Ti amo, Amalia.”

  “Ti amo, Enda.” Her stomach growled noisily and they both laughed. Enda got up and pulled her to her feet. “Come, wife. Let’s eat.”

  Inca carried Serafina into the tea house and was immediately greeted by her staff swooning over the child. Serafina was shy at first, but then basked in the attention. The customers fussed over her, too, but Inca, nervous, keep a watchful eye on the child. Even now, almost three years after she was attacked and stabbed downstairs in the tea house, she felt nervous when she came here. She hated that she was nervous—this teahouse had been her first in the city and had been where Raffaelo had proposed to her all those years ago.

  “Now, who’s this little beauty?”

  Inca turned and smiled. Como, Raffaelo’s friend, greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. “Ciao, Bella.”

  “Ciao, Como. Can I get you some tea? Or juice?”

  Como, a broad man who always wore impeccable suits, took his Panama hat off and sat down at her table. “Tea would be fine, thank you. How are you?”

  Inca smiled at him. Como’s occupation had never been clear to Inca, but she knew he operated both in the underworld and as a go-between for the polizia. When Raff had introduced them, soon after Inca was stabbed, Inca had thanked him for helping catch the men who tried to kill her. “I don’t know what you do, Como, and I don’t need to know. From this moment on, you are family.”

  He often visited her at the tea house; the other women teased her that Como was her sugar-daddy and they both found it hilarious, playing along. In reality, Inca felt like Como was a surrogate father-figure to her now. Her own adoptive father had been murdered and she’d never known her biological father. As Inca had settled into life in Italy, she found Como a comfort to be around.

  He was shaking Sera’s hand very seriously now as the little girl sized him up. Inca told him who Sera’s parents were. He nodded. “Ah, yes …I see the resemblance now.” He smiled at Inca kindly. “Although, she could just as easily be yours.”

  Inca smiled sadly. “Raff and Enda could be twins and both Ama and I are of Indian ancestry.” She paused, then lowered her voice. “Sometimes I feel like it’s a cruel joke; showing me what my and Raff’s child would have looked like, would have been. I love this little girl as if she were my own, but she’s not.” Her voice broke and she looked away, dashing tears from her eyes. “Sorry, Como.”

  He patted her hand. “Don’t apologize, Inca. It’s understandable.”

  Inca nodded, not trusting herself to speak for a long moment. Sera seemed to register her distress and climbed on her lap, studying her in the guileless, non-judgmental way only a child can. Inca smiled back through her tears.

  “Don’t cry, Inky,” Sera said, matter-of-factly. “I’ll give you a cuddle and that will make you feel better.” She hugged Inca, who laughed softly.

  “You were right. I do feel better, Sera. Thank you.”

  Como watched them. “Have you and Raff talked about adopting?”

  “We have, but I’m scared of getting excited, only to be told we’re too old or our pasts are too messy. We already know that Raff is past the age limit for adopting a baby.” Inca sighed. “So I don’t know, Como. It’s something we’ll have to make a decision on soon. Sometimes it’s hard when we see Tommaso and Bo’s troop of kids. So many of them at once.” She laughed. “Those are usually the days when we’re glad we are childless. But when we just have this little pickle with us …” She hugged Sear tightly; the child was now occupied with playing with Como’s cufflinks, which Inca guessed were probably worth more than this entire block of buildings.

  Como studied Inca, an unreadable expression on his face. “It doesn’t seem fair when you could give a child such a loving home.”

  Inca shrugged. “Those are the rules.”

  Como nodded slowly, then got up. His tea sat untouched on the table. Inca was surprised by his sudden movement. “I am sorry, Inca. I just remembered I have to be somewhere. Would you excuse me?”

  Later, at home, she wondered what had been going on in Como’s mind, and she wished she hadn’t blabbed her mouth so much. She felt guilty for dumping on him in a vulnerable moment. When Raffaelo came home, he could see she was preoccupied, and when Sera was tucked up in bed and asleep, he poured Inca and himself a glass of wine. They took it (and the ever-present baby monitor) out onto the terrace.

  “Okay, Bella, let’s hear it.”

  Inca told him about Como’s visit. Raff listened, nodding, then sighed. “Knowing Como, he’s trying to figure a way to get us the baby we want. I doubt if it’ll work out. At least, not legally.”

  “And we can’t use a surrogate because it’ll be illegal here.” Inca chewed her lip. “We’d have to move back to America.”

  Raff nodded. “And do you want to do that?”

  “God, no.” She smiled at him. “Look, maybe I’m just going through a phase. I love our life.”

  Raff reached over and stroked her hair. “Do you know how much I love you?”

  She leaned into his touch. “I do. And I know you’d move heaven and Earth to give me a child. Some things weren’t meant to be.”

  When they went to bed that night, Inca fell asleep soon after lovemaking, but Raff couldn’t sleep. He watched his beautiful wife, her beautiful body stretched out beside him. Raffaelo traced the scars on her belly from the stabbing—from both of her stabbings—and cursed the men who had put them there. He would give anything to see Inca’s belly, without scars and round with his baby.

  Anything …

  Ama felt the steel of the handcuffs biting into her wrists and loved the pain of them. She lay on her stomach, bent over the back of the couch in the living room, while Enda stalked behind her, a riding crop in his hand and a cock ring around his ram-rod straight manhood. He brought the crop down on her buttocks and she yelped both with pain and pleasure.

  “Louder!” Enda hissed at her, and she screamed his name. Enda thrust his cock deep into her cunt then and fucked her hard, pulling the handcuff so her back bent toward him as he took her.

  Ama was delirious, lost completely in their game, and when she came, Enda pulled out and eased into her ass, fucking her slowly this time to prolong her pleasure. As he neared completion, he pulled out, flipping her onto her back and coming on her belly, then bringi
ng the crop down, creating two red, angry strips across her abdomen.

  They had been playing their games for two days now, completely uninhibited. Ama found she loved the sting of the whip, or the crop, so much that she would grow wet just thinking about it. Enda, kissing her, would slide his hands between her legs—she didn’t bother with underwear here—and find her already so wet for him that he would take her wherever they were.

  They spent the days—when they weren’t fucking—exploring the island, swimming, and talking. They fucked against the trees in the forest, which was exhilarating until a giant spider dropped onto Ama’s shoulder and she screamed bloody murder. Enda hadn’t been able to breathe, he was laughing so hard, much to Ama’s chagrin. She had immediately placed a sex-ban on him …which had lasted for a whole ten minutes until they got back to the villa and Enda informed her she had far too many clothes on.

  On the last day of their holiday, they lazed around in the pool, the sun beating down on their bare skin. Enda kissed Ama, and she smiled at him.

  “Piccolo, have you enjoyed yourself?”

  “So much. I’m just sorry we can’t do this at home. But I think, with Sera in the house, I wouldn’t feel comfortable or enjoy it so much.”

  Enda kissed her shoulder. “I agree. But, Bella, we must make a pact. One a year, maybe twice, we come here and do this.”

  Ama grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I can agree to that. Thank you, Enda …thank you for being the one person I can trust above all else, the one person who I know loves me beyond doubt.”

  Enda grinned. “I think there’s two of us now, but I’ll take the compliment.” His face grew serious. “Has it helped? I mean, has it erased some of the trauma from what Jackson did to you?”

  Ama nodded. “Believe me, this was a different world. This was about connection and love and adventure; that was torture. Opposite end of the spectrum.”

  Enda pressed his mouth to hers. “I’m glad, Amalia. So glad.”