Angelo

The first thing I do in the morning, after breakfast, is arrange Rosalia's doctor's appointment. It only takes a few minutes for me to find the leather-backed book that has a number of contacts in it—including the doctor who was willing to make house calls for Vincezio.


It will be less embarrassing for her if she can have the exam here, I reason as I call. The number is for Dr. Vicenzo's private line, and she answers almost immediately.

'This is Angelo Santoro—I got this number from Vincezio Santoro's business records. My wife needs an appointment, and I'd like to arrange for you to come to the house, if that's still something you're willing to do?"

There's a pause. 'Of course," she says finally. 'I'm sorry to hear what happened. If Rosalia needs anything at all—I've seen her before. I'm happy to do whatever makes her comfortable."


That feels like an instant relief—someone who knows Rosalia, who Rosalia will feel safe with. I'm also pleased that Dr. Vicenzo is a woman—I'd never expected to be jealous of something as clinical as a routine exam, but the idea of a male doctor examining Rosalia, touching her, discussing her sex life with her—all of it sends a burn of hot jealousy through me that feels a little disconcerting.

I also wouldn't have ever thought I'd be turned on by making a doctor's appointment, but as I hang up the phone, my cock is half-hard, imagining what I'll be able to do with Rosalia once she's on birth control. Just the thought of being able to come inside of her makes it difficult to focus on anything else. I saw the disappointment on Rosalia's face when I refused to come inside of her—and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done, to leave that wet, welcoming heat and spill all over her skin instead—but part of this is protecting her, still. She wants me to cherish her, to care for her, and I can do that by making certain that as fast as things have moved in the last day, some things don't move too fast before we're both ready for them.


It's selfish, too, in a way. I want her to myself for a while longer, now that it seems that I'm going to have her. I want her undivided attention for a bit, not taken up by loving and caring for a child. As much as I do want a family with her—the culmination of the relationship we've now decided to have—and as much as I know an heir is a necessity for the life we live, I want time with her first.

My head is reeling from everything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours. It feels as if I've been swept up in something that I don't entirely have control of, and I'm caught between guilt and desire and all of the other feelings that Rosalia rouses in me.

There's no doubt that I'm falling in love with her—that I'vebeenfalling in love with her, since before we were pushed into the marriage. It's hard to even say we werepushedany longer—that's how it began, but it's no longer that. Not for either of us.

It all feels too good to be true—that I could have not only what I've wanted for so long, but withher. I'm trying to do all that I can to ensure that I can be absolutely certain that this is what she wants, that she understands what it is that she's offering me and that she has ample chances to back out if she so desires. And so far, nothing has shaken her determination that this is also what she wants.

And if she changes her mind after reading the books? What then?I've taken her virginity, there's no going back now on that. I have to force myself not to think about it too hard, to wait and see what happens when she has a better understanding—to take this one day at a time. To not think about how it will feel to lose this with her before it's even really begun.

Rosalia appears in my office the next afternoon at four p.m. on the dot, as promptly as I instructed her last night. Her hair is damp at the edges, telling me that she took a shower after her doctor's appointment and before coming to meet me, and her cheeks flush the instant she sees me. When the door shuts behind her, she walks quickly to the edge of the velvet-tufted lounge sofa by the windows and bookshelf, and sinks to her knees on the rug without a word.

I raise my eyebrows, impressed. 'You did read all of what I left for you, didn't you?" It's not even really a question—the way she's kneeling, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes down, tell me that she read, if not everything, then a decent bit of the material I left in the bedroom for her.

Rosalia nods demurely. 'Yes, sir," she whispers, and with those two words, my cock is half-hard in an instant, jerking upwards against my fly as it swells and throbs eagerly.

'And you were a good girl?" I walk towards her, stopping a foot away from where she's kneeling. 'You didn't touch yourself while you were reading all of that? I know you must have been so wet, sweetheart, reading all those filthy things. You didn't touch your pussy?"

'No, sir," she whispers, her voice trembling a little, and I don't miss the way her thighs squeeze together. My cock stiffens even more, rock hard and aching, and I force myself to focus.

'I want to ask you about the appointment first, before we get into your quizzes,mi vida," I tell her gently. 'So sit on the sofa, and I'll ask you what I want to know, alright?"

Rosalia's cheeks pinken even more, and I see the way she shifts restlessly, but she nods, picking herself up off of the rug and sitting on the edge of the lounge sofa. I know she must be beyond aroused—I didn't touch her last night, wanting to give her a break. She'd insisted that she didn't need one, that she wanted me, and I told her sternly that her arguing had earned her most of a day without an orgasm. She would have to be very good when she came to my office if she wanted to come.

Of course, the flip side of that is that I've been hard on and off all day, thinking about what I'm going to do if sheisgood—and what I'll do if she isn't.

'The doctor said you were healthy? That everything is alright?" I have the notes from the appointment; they emailed me after the visit, but I want to hear Rosalia tell me. I can see that she finds it embarrassing—her cheeks are bright red as she nods, and that only makes it that much better, asking her to explain.

'I'm fine," she says, her voice soft. 'She said nothing was—abnormal. She'll get my birth control prescription to me in the next two weeks, she said." Rosalia pouts lightly, looking up at me. 'I don't know why that's necessary, Angelo. I want to have a baby with you. That's what I'm supposed to do! You're supposed to want me to get pregnant. And if you're not sure about me—about us—"

'Shh." I step forward, taking her chin in my hand gently and pressing a finger to her lips. 'We've already discussed this,mi vida. I told you why. You can argue with me, but that will only lead to more punishment when it comes to things like this. For instance—" I rub my thumb over her lower lip, enjoying the way she shivers at the touch. 'Since you've decided to argue with me on this, you won't be allowed to get off after your quizzes. Instead, I'm going to teach you how I like my cock sucked when we're done. And if you're very good and do just as I say, then I'll let you come."

Rosalia bites her lip. 'But—"

'Rosalia." I give her a warning look. 'If you keep this up, you won't get to come at all today. Not even if you do a good job with my cock. Do you understand?"

She nods, her eyes downcast, and I wait for a brief moment. I want to give her a chance to back out if this is all too much—if she's not enjoying it. But I can see the way she's fidgeting in her seat, and I know all of this is turning her on.

'Now." I take a step back. 'You can stay seated while I quiz you,mi vida. You'll be down on your knees long enough while I teach you to make me come with your mouth. Did you see the parts of the lessons that I highlighted for you? The notes I left?"

Rosalia nods, looking at me with a prim, studious expression that sends a fresh jolt of desire through me, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She came in to see me wearing exactly what I'd hoped she would, knowing her as well as I do—a pleated black skirt that's just a bit short, a pink button-down chiffon shirt, and knee-high socks with heels. I'm desperately hoping that she doesn't have panties on underneath the skirt, so that I have an excuse to punish her for that, too.

'Yes, sir," she whispers, and I give her an approving smile.

'What should you do in the mornings, Rosalia?"

'If I wake up first and you're hard, I should wake you up with my mouth. Gently, so you don't come too soon, and you can tell me if you want me to finish you like that, or some other way."

'Very good. And if I wake up first?"

'Then, once I am awake, I should ask you if you need to come before you begin your day, and how." Her voice is soft and sweet, proudly reciting every answer. I have no doubt if I went upstairs, I'd find notecards in a pile by the bed with Rosalia's pretty handwriting scrawled across them.

'Verygood, sweetheart. And what do you do if there's a day when you feel like you don't want to do this? If you need a break?"

'We'll come up with a word or phrase, and I'll tell you. It'll mean that I need a little vacation, and I won't be punished for not doing the things we normally do." She bites her lip. 'Except I'm still not allowed to make myself come."

'That's right." I nod firmly. 'That's the one rule that doesn't change, Rosalia. Your pussy and your orgasms are mine. So long as we are together, and in this dynamic, you may not touch yourself or come without permission, no matter what."

'I understand, sir." There's a slight quiver in her voice, and I can tell it's from desire, not disappointment. Of all the things she's learned about so far, my control of her orgasms seems to be the one that turns her on the most.

'And if you can't wait to come? What do you do,mi vida?"

'I come and find you, and ask you if I may. If I've been good, then you might give me instructions on how I can come, or ask me to do it while you watch. If I've been bad, then you might tell me no."

'And if you've beenverygood, orverybad?"

Rosalia bites her lip. 'If I've been very good, then you might take the time out of your day to make me come with your fingers or tongue or cock. You might even ask which I want. If I've been very bad, then you might punish me for asking by making you come without any relief for myself, or making me watch you come without my own orgasm, or preventing me from coming for more time." She licks her lips nervously, and I take a slow breath. Just hearing her say the wordcockhas me leaking pre-cum, throbbing against my fly. It's difficult to keep control of her—that's my task, as much as hers is submission. Holding back, in order to stay in line with the dynamic we've chosen.

'You're doing so well. One more question, sweetheart, and then we'll move on for now. Does a punishment always mean you've been bad?"

She shakes her head. 'Sometimes you just need to remind me that you can. And sometimes it's for your pleasure."

'Very good." I motion to the rug. 'Down on your knees, sweetheart, and keep your hands in your lap for now. I'm going to teach you how I want you to use your mouth."

The anticipation in Rosalia's eyes is almost too much. She sinks onto her knees obediently, looking up at me wide-eyed as I step closer, directly in front of her. 'Undo my belt,dolce, and take down my zipper. Slowly."

'Yes, sir," she whispers. Her fingers nimbly undo my belt, sliding the leather free, and I have a momentary vision of bending her over the chaise, taking my belt to her ass for some infraction.God,I want to belt her ass red and then fuck her there,I think, and my cock throbs against her fingers, making me grit my teeth against the wave of lust. We have plenty of time for things like that—first, Rosalia needs to learn the basics. I want to take it all slow with her—I never want to frighten her or push her too far, no matter my own desires.

When she draws down my zipper, my cock nearly springs out, bulging out of the gap in my boxer briefs. Rosalia wets her lower lip with her tongue, waiting expectantly with her hands against my thighs, and I groan.

'You're so perfect, sweetheart," I murmur. 'You can take my cock out,mi vida.Just fingers for now. Stroke me a little, sweet girl. Get used to having me in your hand."

Just the touch of her fingers is almost enough to undo me. She slides me free, her hand cool and soft against the heated throb of my straining cock. Her fingers slide up the shaft, teasing the head almost exactly the way I showed her that night when I jerked off for her in the library. She's frowning in concentration, the little line that forms between her brows so adorable that I want to kiss it, and for a moment, I consider simply laying her back on the sofa, raising that too-short skirt, and sliding myself into her wet heat.

This is as much about your control as her obedience,I remind myself, at the same moment that her hand wraps around me, and I moan.

'Gently," I remind her. 'Long, slow strokes. Rub your thumb over the tip—oh,fuck, Rosalia, just like that." The pressure of her thumb is perfect, sliding over the sensitive, swollen tip and against the soft flesh beneath, and she bites her lip, smiling at the praise.

'Can I use my mouth now?" she asks softly, almost pleading, and for a moment, I think I'm going to lose control, and come before she ever touches me with her lips.

'Yes, sweetheart, you may." I slide my hand through her hair, gently guiding her mouth to my cockhead. 'Slowly, at first. Careful of your teeth,dolce. Just trace it with your tongue a little—fuck—"

It's been longer than I've ever gone in my adult life since I've had a mouth on my cock last. Nothing could have ever topped this moment—Rosalia on her knees in my office, her pretty, innocent face upturned, hopeful for my praise as she laves my cock with her tongue for the first time. It's warm and soft and wet, circling my tip with small fluttering licks, the tip of it tracing the veins and brushing over that soft spot. She tilts her head, wrapping her hand around the base as she licks up the sides of my cock like a fucking ice cream cone. While in normal circumstances, it wouldn't be anything close to enough stimulation to make me come, in this particular set of circumstances, I'm already on the edge.

She makes a soft, humming moan as more pre-cum pearls at the tip, and she licks it up. 'You taste good," she whispers. 'I want more."

'Christ." My hand tightens in her hair. 'You're going to get it all at once if you're not careful, sweetheart."

'Does that mean I'm doing well?" She smiles up at me, dragging her tongue up my cock again, and I swear there's a hint of mischief in her eyes.

'It's perfect," I assure her. 'Now wrap your lips around the tip, sweetheart. Just suck a little."

My thighs tremble when she slides her lips down around my cockhead, fitting it between her lips as she opens her mouth wide to accommodate my size, her tongue flitting around the edge and just beneath. When she tightens her lips in an attempt to suck, I very nearly come again.

I pull free of her mouth, groaning, and Rosalia bites her lip. 'Did I do something wrong?" she asks worriedly, and I shake my head.

'No,mi vida. I—" I swallow hard, looking down at my twitching cock, a half-inch from her lips. I want to bury myself in her throat and come hard, but I don't want to hurt or frighten her.Slowly, I remind myself. 'I've fantasized about exactly this for a long time. Now that it's happening, it's hard not to come too soon. If anything, you're doingtoowell," I tell her teasingly, rubbing my thumb over her reddened lower lip.

'What do I do when you come?" she asks softly, and I bite back another groan. 'Do you want to come in my mouth, like the books—"

'Most of the time, yes." I nudge my cock against her mouth again, enjoying rubbing my cockhead against her lips, streaking the puffy, reddened flesh with my arousal. 'Sometimes I might want to come on your breasts, like this morning, or your face. But today, I would like it if you would be my very good girl, and swallow my cum."

Rosalia nods eagerly, reaching for my cock. 'Yes, please," she whispers, pressing her lips to my cockhead again in a soft kiss before sliding down, her tongue circling my tip, and I know I'm not going to last long.

She's not perfect. Her teeth catch me a few times, slowing my race to the finish, and her suction is uneven, but all that comes with practice—practice that I will certainly enjoy giving her. She takes me halfway, her hand attempting to match her pace with her mouth as she strokes the lower part of my shaft, and I feel that tightness in my balls that tells me I'm not going to make it much longer.

'I'm going to come in your mouth,dolce," I murmur, my hips thrusting a little as she takes me to the back of her mouth, her tongue rubbing along the underside of my cock. 'Make me come, sweetheart, and swallow it all like a good girl. And then you can have your choice of how you come for me."

Rosalia moans around my cock, and the sound tips me over the edge. My hand tightens in her hair, holding her in place as I lightly thrust my cock over her tongue, and as I harden and swell in her mouth, the sensation of that first rush of cum nearly makes my knees buckle.

It's so fucking good. I can hardly believe my cock is in her mouth, that Rosalia is swallowing me down, and as she chokes a little, I nearly draw back, but she shakes her head. Her eyes are wide and a little teary with effort, her lips swollen, but she swallows reflexively, taking every drop of cum that I shoot down her throat as I moan above her, the pleasure almost unbearable in its intensity.

One small drop slides out of her lips as I withdraw, dizzy with pleasure, and she licks it up instantly, looking at me expectantly. It's enough to make my cock throb all over again, seeing it.

'Was that good?" she whispers, and I nod, trying to find my voice.

'You were averygood girl, Rosalia. Now, I think you're going to get your choice of how to come, but first, you have to answer a question."

She nods, licking her lips as if she wants to get every last taste of me that lingers. 'What is it, sir?" she asks softly.

'Are you wearing panties under that skirt, sweetheart?"

The way her cheeks flush is answer enough. 'Pick up your skirt, Rosalia," I tell her, and her face burns red, but she obeys. She lifts the edge of her skirt up, and my cock throbs with fresh desire as I see nothing but her bare pussy, the soft skin glistening with her arousal. If I touched the rug beneath her, I know it would be damp.

'Only bad girls don't wear panties, Rosalia," I tell her reprovingly. 'First, your lack of a bra, and now you come in here without your panties. You've made a mess of my rug, haven't you? Touch it."

Her face is entirely red now, flushed down to her cheek, but she does as I tell her, her fingers touching the rug between her thighs. I know from the soft whimper she lets out that she's dripped all over it while she sucked me off.

'Please," she whispers, and I can see the way her thighs are trembling. 'Please let me—"

'Oh, I will." It's hard to keep the devious smile off of my face as I nod to the velvet lounge. 'But since you forgot your panties, you're going to get yourself off while I watch." I step to the other side of her, turning the lounge so that it's facing the desk, and I back up, leaning against my desk as I motion to it. 'Lay back, Rosalia, push your skirt up, and finger yourself until you come. I want two fingers inside yourself, and your other hand on your clit. I don't care how loud and messy it is, but you're going to do it just like that until you come for me."

Her lips make that now-familiar pout as she looks up at me from where she's still kneeling. 'But—I want—"

'Do you want to not get to come at all?" She shakes her head quickly, and I nod. 'Then be a good girl, Rosalia, before I take this away, too."

I've quickly learned that even though she pushes back a little against humiliation, she also enjoys it. She gracefully pushes herself up, that flush spreading down her neck and to the top of her cleavage as she sits back on the chaise, facing me.

'Legs spread, sweetheart," I instruct. 'One foot on either side."

She swallows hard, but she obeys. I catch another glimpse of her pink, swollen pussy as she spreads her legs, feet on either side of the chaise the way I told her to. Then she picks up the edge of her skirt, raising it up to her hips and exposing herself fully to me.

'Spread your pussy, mi vida," I murmur. 'Let me see how wet you are."

When she obeys, my cock twitches again, starting to harden all over again. She's fucking drenched, dripping, and glossy with arousal, and when she moves her hand down to her entrance, I feel myself throb in anticipation of the sounds her fingers are going to make.

'I'll buy you some toys soon enough, so you can play with yourself for me," I promise her. 'But for now, two fingers, Rosalia. Let me hear it while I watch you fuck yourself. And since you were so shameless as to soak my rug, don't even think of covering your mouth. Both hands on your pussy, and let me hear you moan."

She whimpers, her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment and arousal, but the moan that she lets out when she sinks two fingers into her wet pussy, the fingers of her other hand circling her clit, is such a sound of raw pleasure that I immediately draw down my zipper, palming my hardening cock out into the open again.

'So obedient," I praise her, wrapping my hand lazily around my cock. 'I'll sweeten it with this. You can watch me stroke myself while you play with your pussy. Do you like that?"

Rosalia nods, breathless, as she starts to move her fingers. I can see her clenching around them as she thrusts them inside, the wet sound filling the room, and I can already see the dark spot on the velvet beneath her, her arousal dripping down. Her fingers circle her clit, rubbing back and forth, and she moans helplessly again as she pushes her fingers deeply inside of herself, her gaze fixed on my hard cock in my hand.

'Please fuck me," she whimpers. 'Please, I need your cock—"

I shake my head. 'No,dolce," I murmur. 'You haven't been good enough for my cock. Later, we'll see, if you do this for me. Keep playing with yourself, sweetheart. I love seeing you like this. So wet and needy for me."

She's fucking drenched. I don't know if I've ever seen a pussy so wet. Her hand is coated in it as she fucks herself with her fingers, and my mouth waters, wanting to lick her to her orgasm. It's once again a lesson in my own self-control, and I stroke my cock a little more firmly, rubbing my palm over the head as I watch her throw her head back, her hips bucking up into her hands as she works them between her thighs.

'Good girl," I murmur. 'You can come for me whenever you want,bellisima. Make that pretty pussy come for me."

Her fingers move faster, harder, her right hand pinching and rolling her clit as she moans helplessly. 'Can I have a third finger?" she begs, asking just as I hoped she would, and my cock throbs in my hand.

'Yes," I tell her immediately. 'Fill yourself up,bellisima. Make yourself come."

That third finger does it. She pushes her fingers deeper, twisting against her hands as she moans and cries out, her hand rubbing frantically over her clit. When her legs splay wider, a flood of her arousal drenching her fingers and the velvet beneath her as she comes, I can't hold back any longer either.

I stride across the room, still stroking, stopping next to her face. 'What a good girl," I murmur. 'You deserve another mouthful of my cum, sweetheart, for putting on such a good show. I just couldn't help myself. Open up, beautiful girl, and hold out your tongue."

She obeys instantly, her fingers still stroking out the last ripples of her orgasm between her thighs, and when her lips part and her tongue flicks out, I rest my cockhead on it, stroking feverishly. I watch, groaning as white cum streaks over her tongue, as her throat convulses while she swallows it down, moaning as she keeps petting her clit with two fingers, and in that moment, I think I could have died happy.

I've never had anything quite like Rosalia—and I'm beginning to think I've fallen in love with her.