by Christa Wick
I couldn't assist them, couldn't contemplate a single voluntary movement. They didn't need my help to grind away the last of me that remained. They reached for each other, hands gripping arms, fingers gouging shoulders, and then they started a subtle rocking motion. Up and down I slid on them, grinding against one and then the other. I cried, jerked, came, sobbed against Benito's shoulders. Delirious, unconnected words left my mouth and then I went completely limp.
My collapse triggered the brothers' release, their helpless moans and shudders bouncing off me on the outside while my tender, swollen flesh felt the thick jerks and jets of their cum spurting inside.
Slow and gentle, the two brothers pulled out. Benito swapped his condom for a new one then switched places with Franco. When I offered no more resistance that a ragdoll, they flipped me over. Benito got on his back on the bench and Franco draped me on top of his brother, my soft breasts pressing into his hard chest.
Franco took a minute to clean himself, and then he massaged along my shoulders and spine as he spoke in Italian to one of the assistants. A squeak escaped me a few seconds later as the unnamed man knelt at the end of the bench and pressed his tongue against the rim of my anus.
Witnessing my shock, Benito teased me in English. "No fig for Arturo. No fig for Franco."
His hand snaked between us to stroke lightly at my clit.
"In this room, only Benito's fig."
My pussy contracted at the tender glaze that heated the big man's eyes. The dismay I had felt at a warm, wet tongue wriggling at the perimeter of my ass vanished. I slid a little higher, giving Benito room to position his thick cock.
In he slid, stretching me once more. My eyes rolled back in my head. My mouth formed a wide O of need. The man behind me latched onto my hips as Franco moved in front of me and cupped his hands under my arms.
Franco hadn't put on a fresh condom after cleaning himself and I understood why. The head of his cock pointed straight at my greedy mouth. I began to lick along the tip and shaft as Franco and the man at my ass played tug of war with my body.
As one pulled first and then the other, my pussy followed. Beneath me, Benito squeezed hard at both of my breasts, his fingers and mouth pinching then soothing then pinching some more. Franco slowed the pace long enough to feed half the length of his long cock into my mouth. I moaned, my pussy restricting in concert with my throat.
The tongue at my ass wriggled wet and warm, daring to slip beyond the ring of muscle and enter me deep. My pussy began to knot and roll in waves. Benito suckled harder at my tits, his hands joining the effort of the other men so that I was being slammed hard back and forth, Benito's fat cock pounding into me, making the tender tissue inside swell and swell until the pressure and friction was more than I could possibly bear and I dissolved into spasms and moans, the juices of my cunt running onto my Italian bull.
Cum filled my mouth. I gulped. My pussy imitated the gesture twice before an uncontrollable flutter exploded along its length and set Benito off. His cock throbbed and pulsed, beating its rhythm inside me. Tears streamed down my face to leave a glittery trail atop the waterproof makeup.
I turned limp all over again, my head bobbing as I fought to stay conscious. Franco pulled out then kept me propped up long enough that Benito could get out from under me. The big man folded me into his arms then nodded at his brother.
"Time to prepare bella for the signore."
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On the other side of the lattice, I thought I heard footsteps retreating. Maybe I did, or maybe it was the faint pulse of blood through my exhausted body. Franco moved ahead of us. He wound his fingers around part of the metal lattice and pushed, revealing that the screen was really a door.
Franco stepped across the threshold, his hand reaching in the dark. A string of small lights came on all at once. I forced my eyes open wider and tried to tell how far the string went.
"Welcome to the grotto, bella," Franco said as Benito walked past him still carrying me.
Franco closed the door behind us, leaving the two strangers on the other side. Half in darkness, with only the string of fairy lights illuminating our path, we descended steps carved into the cave walls. Ten feet down, we reached a rock shelf. Below that, I could see the water, its depths illuminated by lamps that turned it a bright aquamarine.
"It's like looking into your eyes, bella," Benito murmured softly in my ear.
My mouth twisted in a smile. "Your English has expanded remarkably since this afternoon."
Franco chuckled behind us. "My brother can't keep the wrong words from coming out when he sees a beautiful woman, so I told him no English on the boat."
I guessed as much. I should have been at least slightly furious at the two men and Parisi. It had been a set-up from the start, with the two handsome brothers forging a light bond with me on the boat ride.
Had I opened the guest room door to find strangers in the hall, I probably would have snapped back to reality -- and what a shame that would have been.
As we descended the remainder of the steps, I pressed my face against Benito's chest. His final words in the room we had just left bounced around inside my chest, forcing my heart to beat faster. They were taking me to the grotto, preparing me for Parisi.
Franco had said on the boat that the grotto would steal my breath away. Had he been thinking of its natural beauty or Silvio?
"They say the waters are blessed," Benito murmured as he carried me straight into the warm pool. "That over two hundred years ago the Archbishop brought holy relics from St. Mark's and dipped them in the water."
"Relics?" I asked as my feet found purchase on the slick rocks below. Still weak from what the brothers had done to me, I kept my arms around Benito's neck.
"Finger bones," Franco volunteered with a roll of his eyes then stepped behind me to rub at my shoulders.
Benito pressed a hand between my thighs and coaxed my legs apart. His thumb pressed firmly against my clit as a triangle of his fingers sluiced into my pussy.
Mercy, were they starting up again?
"Quiet, little bird," Franco teased right before two of his fingers began to stretch my ass. "We're just letting the water work its magic."
Forcing my body to relax, I let the two men support me. They kissed at my neck and the sides of my face. I tried to remember if either of them had kissed my mouth. I couldn't pull out a memory of them having done so. I lifted my lips toward Benito's. His tongue slid thick inside and took small licks against my upper palate. A few seconds later, Franco tugged at my chin and claimed his own kiss.
"Bella is quite recovered, I think," Benito chuckled when Franco released me. Then his mouth pushed forward in a pout. "Time to hand her over, I guess."
I wanted to pout as well, but then I realized exactly what his words meant. Somewhere, Parisi was waiting for me. I lowered my gaze, my expression demure so that I wouldn't insult the brothers as thoughts of Silvio flooded my head.
They lead me across the pool to a second set of stairs that curled around the water's perimeter and ended at a cave within the grotto's larger cave. Furnished with several couches and a four-poster bed, the hidden room had a double set of iron doors at the back. With the doors half open, I could see more steps upward and lit sconces.
"Wow," I whispered in awe. Looking over my shoulder, I could see a sliver of the pool and a dozen or so of the fairy lights in the far distance. "This must have taken years and years."
"Centuries," Franco corrected as Benito grabbed one of the lit sconces beyond the door and used it to light those in the room. "The first recorded discovery of the grotto was almost a thousand years ago. But the island, like many others in the lagoon, has been erased from any map."
"What about the satellites?" I objected.
"It can be done, bella, even with satellites." Franco answered with a sly smile as he stepped toward me with a thick towel he had pulled from the trunk at the foot of the bed.
The brothers began drying me off, stoppin
g any questions or objections I might have had over the impossibility of hiding a location as big as Isola di Parisi, especially when it was so close to a major travel destination.
Finished, Franco tossed the towel over his shoulder just as Benito surprised me by taking my legs out from under me and scooping me up into his powerful arms. I patted the thick chest plates I was squished against and marveled at his strength. He had carried me from the stone room with its gilded bench down at least twenty feet of winding staircase, but he acted like I was at least a hundred pounds lighter. Not a huff or a puff of exertion presented itself, just his warm dark eyes and a tender smile as he placed me center of the mattress.
Franco edged his brother aside. He had exchanged the towel for several long strips of black silk. I counted the strips and found there was one for each of the four bed posts. My heart should have kicked into high gear. I had known these two men less little more than half a day and now they wanted to tie me up. But even though they had been playing me from the start, I trusted them.
"Time to practice your knots?" I asked softly.
Franco nodded, his gaze kissing mine before he leaned forward and took hold of my arm. As his fingers deftly worked, Benito used his hands to massage me into an even deeper state of relaxation. Franco moved around the bed, tying wrist then ankle then ankle then wrist.
My eyelids felt like they had been dipped in lead and my head wanted to roll to one side of the pillow.
"I don't want to sleep," I protested as my voice inexorably drifted in that direction.
"Don't worry, little bird," Franco said with a soft nuzzle against my ear. "Someone will be along soon to wake you with a kiss."
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Not a kiss, but a soft brush of fingertips against my bound ankle woke me. I opened my eyes to find Silvio at the foot of the bed. Supple brown leather pants hung low on his hips, a thin ladder of blackish hair rising up from the waistband, crawling up the perfect abdominal muscles to fan against his chest. A flash of light twinkled near the pout of his left nipple and I realized it was the end of a silver bar.
He seemed not to know I was awake and watching him. He stared at me, at the line of my leg, along the curve of my hip, to the breasts that had started to swell from his intense gaze. His focus lingered there, his tongue pushing between his firm lips to lick softly at their center.
Damn, he was beautiful. And there, in that room someone had carved from stone, with my body bathed in the light of the flames burning slowly on the wall, he found me desirable, enthralling even.
Finally, he lifted his eyes and looked at my face. His expression softened without losing any of its heat. He put a knee on the mattress between my widely bound feet, then planted a palm on the bed. Slowly he crawled forward, his gaze never breaking from mine.
"You watched?" I asked softly, knowing the answer.
He nodded and I saw the swell of arousal in his face. He lowered his body, his belly flat against the bedding and his head between my legs. He brushed a stubbly cheek against one sensitive thigh and then the other. He whispered something in Italian as he moved from thigh to thigh, the heat of his breath curling against my flesh.
Silvio had commanded in his office that I give myself over completely, that I open every hole. I thought I had already, but looking at his beautiful face and the melancholy in his gaze that I had missed earlier, I knew there was still part of me that hadn't been claimed, a hole that hadn't been filled. No other man could do it, not the brothers I had met tonight, not some man I would meet a year or a decade from this night. There was a special connection between me and Silvio.
My only fear was that the line ran only in one direction.
"Let me in, cara," Silvio whispered as he placed a kiss against my hip.
He looked at me and I nodded my consent. He wasn't talking about something as mundane as my pussy or my ass or my mouth. I knew that because his kisses moved slowly upward, settling on a nipple to slowly suck while his fingers stroked lightly at the center of my chest.
His mouth slid to cover the spot, as if he had been searching for a latch and had found it. His hands smoothed softly along my sides as he nuzzled between my breasts. I melted against the mattress and grew softer still as his tongue found the hollow between my collar bones and his palm squeezed at my mound.
"Let me in, cara," he repeated even though he had me tied to the bed, my legs splayed, my cunt open and wet.
"Yes," I whispered. "Whatever you want, however you want."
Silvio rose up on his knees. He pushed at the band of the brown leather pants, lowering them over lean hips that ended in a V.
His cock had crawled up his stomach, the head pushing eagerly forward at a point just below his navel. Thick veins stood out along the shaft, its girth and texture promising to drive me to delirium and keep me pinned there for an eternity.
But I didn't want him in me for the handsome cock or beautiful face, nor for the money and power. I craved that ultimate physical connection as a link to what I saw hiding in his gaze. He could stand across a room and still touch me deeper than I had ever known.
"Please," I whimpered, my hips beginning to dance. "I want to know you, feel you."
"You will, Nadine," he answered, slipping out of the leather pants. "Like no one else, you will know me."
He didn't stop to put a condom on, something I would realize only later. I could only think about having him in me.
His fingers tested me first, exploring my moist interior. His thumb stroked the outside line of my pussy as the remaining digits made slow twists and curling tugs. My eyes closed, my spine arched. I exhaled a breath that took a full minute to leave my body and drew another one in.
Calloused pads dragged inside me, their texture heightening my pleasure. Tender, sweet, the flexing fingers fucked in and out. My ass lifted off the mattress and I released a sharp moan that bounced along the cave's walls.
Despite the healing waters in the grotto, my tissues remained swollen from the earlier abuse. Every stroke he took felt like three. I chewed at my lip until he quietly admonished me to stop.
"You're going to hurt yourself, cara."
"Kiss me, then," I begged.
Silvio moved up my body, draped his torso over mine. His lips ghosted from the corner of my jaw to the center of my mouth. His tongue found that small gap and flicked once for me to open. I relaxed my jaw, admitting him.
The sharp angle of his hips rocked against my padded ones, his cock nestling between my plump labia. He curled a hand around the dip in my waist and knotted the other in my hair as he broke the kiss. He stared into my eyes and I felt like he still penetrated me, his cock and tongue probing even though I knew it wasn't true.
Was it possible to fall in love with a man after less than one day and a few hours of phone calls? Was it possible for a man to fall in love with a woman in the same amount of time?
I pressed my lips together, mentally starting my retreat. I was thinking crazy things, things that would set me up for heartbreak by the time the sun started to peek above the horizon. I needed to just enjoy this time with Silvio, learn a few things about myself but keep my heart free so I could focus on what was real -- the business he would help me fund.
"Let me in, cara," he repeated one last time.
I nodded, tears beginning to form, their release only stalled because Silvio pushed in thick and languid, his cock stretching me as far as I could stretch.
He rocked against me as slow and steady as the tide that licked at the shoreline around us. He fucked deeper, never releasing his hold on my waist or in my hair, never taking his gaze from mine. In and out he pumped, the pressure building inside me. I felt the network of veins, detected the pulse running through them as his cock throbbed against the sensitive tunnel of my pussy.
I moaned as he remained silent, unrelenting, only the quickening of his breath communicating that he was inching up to the edge of the cliff. My insides turned to liquid until I was a puddle as big as the ocea
n and as tiny as a raindrop and then I was raining on the bed, on Silvio' flesh, my pussy squirting my release as my tongue turned to dust like an ancient scroll brought into the sunlight after a millennia in the dark.
Straining at the silk ties that still bound me, I threw my body upward, meeting his thrusts, commanding him to go over the cliff with me, even if it meant our bodies would shatter against the rocks below. He blinked once, then a sudden stillness settled over his intense features. I felt him, felt the pull and tug, saw the way he held his breath just as I held mine and then we were both subsumed in release.
Down I crashed, my round, full bottom hitting the mattress. He collided against me, his muscles suddenly as useless as my own.
Silvio rolled onto his side. He extended an arm, effortlessly releasing one of the knots Franco had taken more than a minute to tie.
"Thank you," I croaked.
A change came over his face and he slapped a palm against his chest. "Cara, forgive me. You have to be thirsty. Someone should whip me."
I shook my head but couldn't deny I needed something to drink. "Is there anything here?"
He nodded and left the bed, quickly returning with a bottle of water that he had pulled from the trunk. He uncapped the lid then placed one hand behind my head as he tilted the mouth of the bottle against my lips. I took a small sip. He pulled the bottle back, let me swallow, then offered me a second drink.
"Let me finish untying you."
He made quick work of the remaining three knots then sat on the bed, his back braced against the headboard, and pulled me into his arms. With my back pressed to his chest, he offered me more water, continuing to hold the glass bottle until I pushed it away.
"Promise next time you'll help me remember," he said. "Looking at you, feeling you -- it's too easy to get lost in the moment."
"Okay," I whispered, hope flaring inside my chest at his indication there would be a next time.
Silvio took a long sip from the same bottle then set it aside. Snuggling closer, he petted at my arm then along my hip. His mouth planted sweet kisses against my neck and along my shoulders. I tried to turn into him, to caress him in return, but he resisted.