I looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth between my thighs, his thumb tracing slow circles around my nipple. “This is insane.”
He stepped closer and leaned in, his lips inches from mine. “Life is insane. We simply do what we can to find joy in it.” He leaned closer still and I parted my lips, surprising myself with how eager I was to feel his mouth on mine again.” His lips brushed across mine, soft, like the kiss of a feather, and then he was gone, walking over to the light switch on the wall.
He looked back towards me, his hand hovering over the switch. “When I turn the light off, I will close my eyes and count to twenty. At that time, the hunt begins. You cannot go outside but you can conceal yourself any way you wish within these walls.”
I had questions but before I could ask any of them, the room was once again plunged into darkness.
“Uno.” One.
“This is insane,” I said again.
“Due.” Two.
Hell! I thought. He’s serious about this.
“What if you don’t find me?”
He laughed softly. “Tre.”
I looked through the darkness, my brain racing. It was his house, his warped game, but I had to try. And screw his threat about being punished. I wanted to beat him to show it could be done. I ran up the stairs, the tiny heels making tapping noises on the stone steps. As soon as I reached the top, I slipped the shoes off, picked them up, and ran back down to the first floor, being as quiet as possible.
“Otto.” Eight.
I ran towards the left, into the dining room, quickly looking around. This was messed-up on so many levels. I ran to the door leading into the kitchen and sat one of my shoes on the floor, and then returned to the dining room table, kneeling down, seeing if my plan would work. There was a little room between the chair cushions and the bottom of the table, but I didn’t know if it would be enough. I slid on top of the first chair, pushing with my feet to sandwich myself in the small gap.
My breasts were mashed uncomfortably as I slid further, the bottom of the table only inches above my head. The bottom edge of the wood bit into my butt as I twisted and turned in the confined space, trying to make sure I was completely out of sight. Unless he kneeled down to look under the table, I’d probably remain undetected.
“Venti,” Alessio called out loudly. “I am coming for you now, piccolo bolide.”
I strained to hear where he might be going but I heard nothing but silence. Either he was just standing there or he moved like a shadow, and I strongly suspected that he wasn’t just standing there.
“You made noise going up the stairs,” Alessio announced. “Did you know that?”
I pressed my lips together tightly, trying not to laugh at the thought of him searching uselessly on the second floor.
“I think you did.”
I bit my lip to hold in a gasp. He was in the dining room.
“I think you made noise on purpose, and then removed your shoes to return quietly down here. It’s a good trick.”
Not good enough, I thought bitterly.
Through the dim light filtering through the thick curtains, I could just barely make out his form walking into the kitchen. He knelt down and I held my breath. I had left the shoe with the hope of him thinking I had gone further, but I knew I risked being spotted if he looked towards the table, if he was able to see me in the dark. He picked up the shoe and straightened up.
“Again with the shoe,” he said. The joy in his voice was unmistakable. He was having fun. “There is, however, a small flaw in your logic.” My heartbeat hammered in my ears as he sat my shoe on the table.
“You see,” he said, “you would have to remove your shoes to come down the stairs silently, and I do not think you’d put them back on, and that means this shoe didn’t slip off your foot. No.”
I watched his legs as he began walking towards the other end of the table. “The shoes were in your hands so you either dropped it or placed it there intentionally… and I did not hear a shoe fall.”
Damn it.
“You are here, in this room, aren’t you, my little Sofia?”
While I was still deciding whether to announce myself or wait until he found my actual location, the two chairs I rested on were pulled quickly out from under the table. I squealed in shock, grabbing the chair tight as the world seemed to slide away beside me. A powerful hand landed on my ass and I cried out.
“That wasn’t too bad for your first time,” Alessio said, pride in his voice.
I sat up, blinking rapidly as he turned the dining room light on. “It took you longer to count than it did to find me,” I said, frustrated.
He nodded. “Yes, but the tricks were good.” He extended his hand and helped me up. “And the hiding place.” He gripped my waist and lifted me up on the table like I weighed nothing. “Very innovative… and a very tight squeeze. Did you hurt yourself?”
“What?” The question caught me off-guard. “No. Why?”
He reached around and his finger touched my bare skin. “Your dress. It’s torn.”
“Oh,” I said softly, trying to ignore how his touch made my skin tingle. “It’s no big deal.”
“No, the dress is no big deal,” he agreed. “I can buy you hundreds of dresses.” He reached up and slid his finger across my cheek, making me tremble. “But your skin…” His finger hooked in the tear and pulled down sharply, tearing a huge gash down the back of the dress. His warm palm flattened against my back. “Your flawless skin.” I bit my lip as his hand slid around in a slow gentle circle on my back. “It would be a shame for such smooth skin to be harmed.”
He stepped closer, tilting my head up as he leaned lower. My heart hammered in my chest as his mouth claimed mine, his tongue dancing with mine as his hand tightened on my back, pulling me closer to him. I moaned softly as his other hand found my breast, his talented fingers pinching and pulling my nipple until it was firm.
His lips moved from mine, covering my cheek and jaw with kisses. “I caught you, il mio dolce.” My sweet. His hands slid from my breast down to the bottom of my dress, his fingers brushing softly across my leg. “And now you are mine.” His hand slid under my dress, gliding up the sensitive skin of my thigh. I tried to pull away but his hand on my back held me in place.
“Alessio,” I said softly. “I… ohhh.” I closed my eyes, unable to hold back a moan as his fingers rubbed across my panties.
“Shhh,” Alessio said. “Just relax and I will show you pleasure like you’ve never known before.”
I writhed against him, moaning, as he rubbed my clit, my panties getting wetter the more he rubbed. “I’ve… I’ve never known any pleasure before.”
His hand stilled and his lips stopped doing the delicious thing they were doing to my neck. “You’ve never known any pleasure?”
I wished the lights were on so I could see his face. Was he worried? Repulsed? I had no way of knowing. His voice seemed merely curious. “No,” I answered, barely above a whisper.
“You are a virgin?”
I nodded.
“Oh, il mio dolce. I do not know how such a beautiful creature could remain untouched for so long… but I will make it worth the wait.”
He moved away and light filled the room as he flipped the light switch on. I squinted at him in the sudden brightness, surprised to see him smiling. He extended his hand. I took it and slid off the table, my torn dress hanging loosely from my back.
With a sharp tug, Alessio pulled me to him, sweeping me off my feet and lifting me into the air in one smooth motion, holding me tight against him. “The hunt was fun but tonight you are not prey to be conquered. Tonight you are la mia fidanzata.” My fiancée.
He looked into my eyes as he carried me into the foyer and up the stairs, and once again, I felt as if I were drowning. I could feel his heat through his shirt and jacket, and I was overcome with a strong desire to feel his flesh against mine, recalling the sensation of his hand sliding up my thigh. I licked my lips, trembling against hi
m. He smiled at me. “There is nothing to fear. Tonight you become a woman. My woman.”
He carried me down the hall and into his bedroom, placing me gently on the bed. He looked down on me as he removed his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair. “Since this will be your first time, we will do things a bit differently… but I have my preferences; certain things I enjoy. These things will be done and you will learn to enjoy them, too.”
I started to reply, but then he took his shirt off. My eyes were drawn to his broad, muscled chest like a moth to a flame, drifting lower and drinking in the leanness of his flat abdomen, six-pack proudly on display. The hard muscles of his arms made me squeeze my thighs together and groan as I watched the muscles ripple as he folded his shirt and laid it across the jacket.
The socks, shoes, and pants were the next things to go and I couldn’t help looking when his pants fell to the floor. His long, powerful legs were thick and tight with muscle. He looked like a warrior, a god. My core tingled with a peculiar emptiness, a desire to be filled.
He looked at me, his eyes sliding down to my hard nipples for a moment before going lower. Could he see how wet I was? How turned-on he was making me? He walked towards me and I couldn’t hold back a groan of desire as I watched the muscles flex in his legs… but curiosity wouldn’t allow me to keep my attention on his legs.
Slowly, almost against my will, my gaze climbed higher. I bit my lip, holding my breath, fear and excitement surging through me, fighting for dominance. I gasped when I saw the huge bulge in his tight, black boxer briefs, and my core was suddenly flooded with desire. I wanted this man. I barely knew him, but I wanted him. He had said he was going to make me a woman – his woman – and I wanted that more than anything right now.
I suddenly realized I was still dressed and reached up to remove my tattered dress, but Alessio grabbed my hand. “No, il mio dolce. It is the honor of the recipient to unwrap his gift… but first, I have a gift for you… if you wish to have it.”
He stood before me, his huge bulge inches from my face, and I did want it. I pulled me hand from his and reached for his boxer briefs, looking up at him as I grabbed the waistband. He smiled and nodded, and I slowly pulled his underwear down, feeling a new surge of heat between my legs as his cock sprang free. I stared at the sinewy length of him, wondering briefly if I’d be able to take all of him. The heat within me was suddenly lessened a bit by a nagging fear. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Just do what comes naturally,” he said. “Give yourself to the lust you are feeling. It will tell you what to do.”
I reached out with a shaky hand and tentatively touched the thick shaft before me, recoiling for a second from the heat. His flesh was so hot, like molten metal. I reached forward again and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was a strange mix of soft and hard, like velvet wrapped around a steel pipe. I slid my hand up and down his length and noticed a pearly droplet appear on the tip. Without any conscious thought, my tongue snaked out and licked it up. It was a little tangy, a little salty, and I wanted more.
Tightening my grip on his shaft, I began stroking faster, sliding my other hand between his legs and massaging his balls. Another pearly drop appeared and I licked it up, as well as the one that appeared after. A flash of inspiration struck and I parted my lips, taking his cock into my mouth as I continued massaging his length.
Alessio groaned as I began sucking him harder, stroking him faster. “Pietà!” Mercy! “If this is your first time, I can’t wait to experience your skill a month from now, a year from now.”
My nipples hardened and my clit throbbed at the idea of being with this man more than once, remembering that this was my future husband. I moaned around his shaft, enjoying the way it throbbed against my tongue.
“Enough,” Alessio gasped, pulling away, breathing harshly, his eyes dark with lust. He laughed softly. “Little fireball, indeed.” He reached down and took my hand, giving a gentle tug. I rose to my feet. He looked into my eyes, placed his hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face the bed. Grabbing the edges of my torn dress, he pulled, tearing the dress completely in half in the back. He stepped closer, pressing himself against me, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt his hot hardness against me, still wet from my mouth.
Trembling, I closed my eyes as he brushed my long hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. His hands slid along my shoulders, dragging the fabric of my dress with his fingers, pulling it along my shoulders and down my arms. It reached my elbows and fell to the bed.
Alessio’s mouth moved to my shoulder, sucking and biting, as he slid a hand across my back to my bra. His talented fingers unclasped it and my body shook as his arms snaked around me, his hands cupping my breasts. His fingers massaged my breasts through the lacy material for a moment and then pulled the bra down. I rolled my shoulders slightly, helping the straps slide free.
“Nice and big,” Alessio murmured, pulling the bra free and tossing it on the floor.
My cheeks grew warm at the compliment. I had been embarrassed for years about my large breasts and ass before finally deciding what others thought didn’t matter. His hands cupped my breasts again, massaging them, his fingers pinching and pulling my hard nipples until I was shaking with desire. He pushed against me, grinding his hard length against my lower back. I pressed back against him, enjoying the feel of his shaft rubbing against me.
I groaned in frustration when he stepped away. He chuckled as his hands slowly turned me back towards him. “Patience, my sweet.” His eyes slowly drank every inch of exposed flesh. “You are so beautiful, my lovely Fia.”
I blushed, too nervous to do anything but stand before him. He closed the distance between us, taking my face in his hands, looking into my eyes. “Siete come il sole del mattino, dopo una lunga note.” You are like the morning sun after a long night.
As my blush deepened, his mouth met mine, consuming me with a passion I had never even dreamed of. His tongue battled mine, winning easily, and then he was kissing my neck, my collarbone. I trembled uncontrollably, gasping for breath when he covered my breasts with kisses, crying out when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked it into his mouth. “Oh god, yes,” I moaned, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair, holding him tight against me.
He slid free of my grasp easily and quickly spun me back around to face the bed, placing his hand between my shoulder blades and exerting gentle pressure. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the bed, following his silent command.
“You have a magnificent ass, Fia,” Alessio said, his voice heavy with barely-controlled lust. “I look forward to making it mine.” A hand slapped down on one curvy cheek with a resounding smack. I jumped forward, surprised by the sudden sting.
“Be still,” he commanded. He slapped my ass again. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
“Good,” he said, his hand gently rubbing the area he had spanked. “You are mine, Fia, and you will obey… or you will be punished.” His fingers slid between my cheeks, sliding up and down my slit. I trembled, moaning as his fingers quickly pulled my panties to the side and resumed sliding up and down my bare skin. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed, sliding my feet further apart.
He quit rubbing me for just a second and I heard a ripping sound, followed by my torn panties being tossed through the air. His hand quickly found my slick wet heat again, his fingers pressing into my folds. “Oh god,” I gasped, pushing my hips against him.
“You will no longer wear panties,”Alessio said, “and you will never wear pants.” His fingers slid down my mound and found my clit. “This sweet pussy is mine and there will be nothing separating me from it. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered softly as his fingers traced a slow circle around my clit.
“Good girl,” he said, kneeling down behind me.
I wondered what he was going to do, and then gasped as his tongue slipped inside my pulsating core. “F
uck,” I gasped, curling my fingers, clutching the sheet on the bed.
He moaned against me, his tongue sliding inside my core as his fingers rubbed me. “Oh,” I gasped, something within me coiling tighter and tighter with each lick of his tongue. I pushed back against my Italian lover, anxious for something but not knowing what. He lightly pinched my clit as he slid his tongue deep inside me and the sky exploded behind my eyes. “Yes,” I groaned, shaking so hard I thought I might fall down. I grabbed the bedsheet tightly and screamed Alessio’s name as my orgasm consumed me, blinding me to everything except the attention being given by my talented lover.
He quickly rose to his feet and positioned himself behind me. I trembled violently from the pleasure coursing through my body, moaning when I felt the head of his thick cock press against me. “Are you ready to become my woman?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please.” I pushed back against him, desperate to have him inside me.
With his powerful hands gripping my hips, Alessio slowly pushed forward, sliding slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside my tight tunnel. I groaned, turning my head and sinking my teeth into my upper arm. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. There was a moment of sharp pain as he slid deeper inside me but the pain was quickly obliterated by the pleasure of him stretching my inner muscles with his thickness.
“So tight, piccolo bolide,” Alessio said. “So deliciously tight.” He held himself still, allowing me to get accustomed to him, and then began sliding in and out with a regular, pulsing cadence that soon had me gasping for air as another orgasm began building deep within me.
As waves of pleasure lapped at my senses, I moved with him, sliding back as he thrust forward, working with him towards our mutual pleasure.
“Yes, my sweet,” Alessio whispered softly. “Show me how much you enjoy this.” His hand smacked down on my ass. “Show me,” he said louder. “Fuck me. Show me how bad you want this.” His iron-hard palm landed on my other cheek, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me, adding fuel to the fire that was building within my core. I began moving faster, meeting each forward thrust as his pace quickened.
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