Rosalia

I wake up feeling happier than I ever thought possible. Angelo is still asleep beside me, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting slivers of light over our bed. Just that thought makes me smile. Our bed.


Sometime during the night, I must have rolled onto my side, and Angelo followed suit. I feel him spooned against me, still naked, and I notice he's aroused. His warmth presses against my lower back, his lips lightly brushing against my shoulder with each steady breath, tousling my hair. When I shift back slightly against him, unable to resist, he groans softly in his sleep—a deep sound that ignites a wave of desire within me.

Gently, I turn in his embrace to face him, reaching up to brush his hair away from his cheek as I stretch. I feel the soreness in my muscles and between my legs, but despite that, I want him again. The desire overwhelms any tenderness I might feel right now.

He stirs awake when I kiss him, one palm pressed against his face, and I feel him smile against my lips. 'Good morning, sweetheart," he murmurs sleepily, his hand resting on my waist, and I move closer, feeling his stiff cock press against my stomach.


'It is now." I kiss him again, my heart thudding nervously in my chest as I slip my hand between us. I haven't touched him like this before, and I gasp a little when my hand brushes against his cock, my fingers wrapping around him. He feels so hard against my palm, hot and straining, and I feel a little of his arousal drip onto my fingers as I stroke my fingers along the length of it, my thumb teasing just beneath the tip the way he did when he gave me the ‘lesson.'

Angelo groans, his forehead brushing against mine as he kisses me once more. 'You're not too sore?" he asks softly, his hand stroking down my hip, over my thigh. 'We don't have to do this again so soon. Just because I'm hard—"


'I want to make you feel good." I brush my fingers over the tip of his cock and feel him throb in my hand, an answering pulse fluttering between my legs. 'And I want to feel you inside of me again."

My cheeks flush hot as I whisper it, but Angelo moans, rolling me onto my back in one swift motion, my hand trapped between us as I stroke him. His hand slips between my thighs, and he makes a low, lustful sound deep in his throat when his fingers dip between my folds, and he feels how wet I am already.

'My dirty little girl," he murmurs, kissing me again. 'My perfect wife."

He reaches for his cock, my hand falling away as he nudges himself between my thighs. It's easier for him to slip inside this time, the soreness quickly giving way to pleasure as he kisses me, sliding deeper as his hips press against mine. 'Good girl," he whispers against my lips, smiling at the shudder of pleasure that ripples through me. 'You take my cock so well. So perfect. So wet and tight."

The murmured words are as good as the feeling of him inside of me. Every whispered praise sends a flare of arousal through me, making me gasp and arch against him, whimpering softly as he moves, each slow thrust of his cock punctuating what he's saying to me.Good girl. My sweet, perfect girl.

I don't even realize I'm about to come until the pleasure bursts through me, my nails sinking into his shoulders as I gasp and cry out, tightening around him in a way that makes Angelo gasp and jerk free of me. His hand closes around his cock, his teeth clenched as he spills over my stomach again, a repeat of last night. I'm still shaking with pleasure as his cum splashes over my skin, and the tears spring to my eyes again, frustration at the loss of him inside of me welling up too fast to control.

'Why won't you come inside of me?" I whisper before I can stop myself, tears rapidly filling my eyes.

Angelo lets go of his cock like he's been burned, and he looks at me, startled. I see the last drops of his cum drip onto the sheets, his cock still twitching, but he's entirely focused on me at the moment, his brow creased with concern.

'It's not you,bellisima," he murmurs, reaching for me as he stretches out in bed next to me again. 'Or at least—it's only because I want to wait until you're a little older for children. Eighteen is too young." He reaches out, touching my lower lip gently. 'I want to come inside of you.God, I want it. But not until you're on birth control." He leans forward, kissing me softly. 'We'll get you a doctor's appointment this week. And then—"

His hand slides down my thigh, his fingers dipping between my legs to stroke my swollen, tender flesh. It's almost more soothing than arousing, but I can still feel the building ache of pleasure, his touch making me want him all over again. 'As soon as it's safe, I'll come in you over and over," he promises. 'I'll fill you up with it until it's dripping out of you, if that's what you want,dolce."

He kisses me again, soft and slow, his fingers slipping inside of me and curling as I gasp. 'And one day, when we're both ready, I'll fill you up with my cum for a different reason. I'll fuck you and come in you, and then I'll finger you just like this, making sure you keep every drop inside of you. Would you like that,mi vida?" He murmurs it against my lips, his thumb finding my tender clit as I nod, gasping against his mouth.

'And then, as soon as I'm hard again, I'll fuck my cum into you. You'll always be full of it, every day, until it takes root. Even then, I'll keep filling you up. I'll never get tired of giving you my cum. You deserve all of it. My good girl—"

The orgasm crashes over me, almost like flipping a switch, and I moan against his mouth, turning into his chest as his fingers thrust inside of me, his thumb rolling over my clit. The pleasure crashes over me again and again, and I thrust against his hand, feeling his softened cock trapped against my belly as he kisses me, swallowing up my moans as I come on his fingers.

After a long moment, I come back to reality. Angelo is looking down at me, propped against the pillows, one hand still stroking my thigh. 'This is good for you?" he asks softly, and I laugh, my eyes widening as I turn to face him.

'What do you mean?" My voice is still breathless, a little hoarse from the sounds I've been making. 'Can't you tell?"

'I just—" Angelo frowns, running a hand through his hair. 'I don't want you to only be doing this to please me, Rosalia. I worried about that. About taking advantage of your natural submissiveness, how innocent you are—"

'I'm less innocent now." A jolt of fear twists through me, and I push myself up to sit, too, biting my lip as I look at him nervously. 'Have you changed your mind?"

Angelo laughs sharply, a short bark of a sound. 'God no," he murmurs. 'But this—it's what I've fantasized about for a long time, Rosalia. Having a woman who wants to be mine like this twenty-four/seven, the kind of dynamic where you're always my submissive, obeying my every command, for your own pleasure as well as mine. It's a hard thing to find, someone who enjoys authority as much as you do, who likes having their life orchestrated by someone else." He hesitates. 'That's not to say it always has to be that way. All you have to do, if you want a break from it, is say the word. You're not trapped in this, but I—"

For once, I'm the one comforting him. I lean up, taking his face in my hands, and kiss him lightly. 'I don't fully understand all of this yet," I admit, whispering softly as I look up at him, my fingers stroking the stubble on his cheek. 'But I want to learn. I want you to protect me and take care of me, to tell me what to do. Iwantto obey you, and I want you to punish me when I don't. I want you to tell me when you want pleasure, any time, anywhere, and I'll do it." I swallow hard, looking up at him eagerly, and I can see the shine of desire in his eyes. 'I like the idea of you controlling my pleasure. I like the idea of you telling me when and where I can have mine. I like—I like all of this, Angelo, and if there's something that Idon'tlike, I'll tell you that too. But I want this. I really do."

I bite my lip, looking at him, and he lets out a slow breath.

'This feels too good to be true," he murmurs. 'But if this is what you want, and you promise that you'll tell me if it changes—"

'I will." It's an easy promise to make. The idea of ceding so much control to him feels like a relief, like a weight lifted off of me. I trust Angelo, and I want him—and I feel as if I'm falling in love with him. As if that crush from years ago has taken root since he came back, turning into something deeper. Something so much more profound.

He kisses me again, and when he pulls back, I look at him with a mischievous smile. 'Can we plan a honeymoon now?" I ask, shifting so that I'm leaning against his chest. 'Now that we're going to be really married?"

Angelo laughs, kissing the top of my head lightly. 'If you're a good girl," he promises, and a shiver of pleasure goes through me.

Every time he saysgood girl, it feels better than the last.

We make it downstairs for breakfast eventually, and the minute Angelo sits down, I slide into his lap. 'Should I feed you, if I'm your submissive?" I ask him teasingly, reaching for a piece of toast and tearing off a corner, and Angelo laughs.

'No,dolce, it's the other way around." He cuts a scone in half, swiping a bit of jam on it, and holds a piece to my lips. 'You're going to have to eat at every meal," he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my lower lip, sending a warm flush through me. 'You're going to need all the energy you have for the things I'm going to do to you." I can hear the desire in his voice, as warm and soft as his touch is making me feel, and it makes my imagination run wild.

I'd never imagined that something like eating breakfast could be so sensual.

I squirm a little in his lap, licking jam off my lower lip, the tip of my tongue brushing his finger. 'What sort of things are those?" I whisper, and Angelo smiles, cutting off a bit of sausage and feeding it to me. Something about the feeling of his fingers slipping between my lips, brushing against my tongue as he slides the food between them, has me almost trembling in his lap. Is it strange to be turned on by something like this? I have no idea—but I trust Angelo. I trust him more than anyone else that I know now—and there's a sweet, blissful pleasure in that, in being able to trust that anything he does to me, with me, anything he makes me feel, is something I can enjoy without fear.

The flavor bursts over my tongue, filling my mouth as he traces the shape of my mouth, and I feel his cock swelling underneath me, his breath warm on my cheek as he lightly brushes his lips over my ear.

'You're just going to have to find out. We're going to have more lessons, Rosalia—and this time, I'll teach you what it is thatIwant." He lets me feed him a bite, too; the two of us nestled together on the chair, and I notice that no one comes into the dining room. It makes me wonder if he told the staff to let us alone on purpose, and that suspicion is only confirmed when I feel him start to harden underneath me.

'I might ask you to kneel under the table and suck my cock while I eat," he murmurs, one hand over my legs as he feeds me the scone bit by bit, holding me down against his hardening cock. 'You might have my cum for breakfast before you eat anything else, and then sit there, wet and needy, until you've cleaned your plate. Then, if you're a good girl, I might do this."

I let out a soft gasp as he stands up suddenly, pushing the plates down the table as he lifts me onto the edge of it. I'd put on another of my filmy maxi dresses before coming down for breakfast, and he pushes the skirt up to my hips, spreading my thighs as his fingers hook expertly under the edge of my panties and pulls them to one side.

'If you're my good girl, I'll make you come just like this." He sinks back down in the chair, his elbows holding my legs apart as he lowers his face between my thighs, his tongue sliding up between my folds in a hot, wet line that makes me cover my mouth with one hand as I grip the table with my other. 'Keep quiet," he murmurs, his breath warm against my clit. 'Or the staff will hear you. How would you feel about that, my sweet girl? Having all the household staff knowing you're getting eaten out on the breakfast table?"

The gush of arousal between my thighs is all the answer he needs. I hear his low, growling chuckle as he presses his mouth to my pussy again, his tongue circling and fluttering over my clit as he sucks and licks at the swollen flesh. It's not the slow build of last night—this is faster, more urgent, pushing me to an orgasm that he knows I'll struggle to keep silent through, one hand gripping my hip as he devours me.

Anyone could walk in,I think frantically. It's the only thing keeping me from coming, and it's also simultaneously the thing shoving me headlong to the edge. The thought of one of the staff walking in and seeing me perched on the edge of the table with my husband's head between my thighs sends jolts of searing pleasure through me with every movement of Angelo's mouth. His hands tighten on my legs, the suction of his lips increasing until the pleasure is almost unbearable, and then I feel myself tip over, my thighs tensing and my knuckles going white where I'm gripping the table as the orgasm crashes over me.

Dimly, I hear a plate hit the floor where it must have been jolted off, but I don't care. My entire body is flushed hot, my face burning with humiliation, because I know what I must look like, writhing and bucking against Angelo's mouth as I come shamelessly in the middle of our dining room, my hand tightening in my husband's hair.

My cheeks burn even hotter when he pulls back, and I see his lips and chin glistening, his freshly shaved jaw wet with my arousal. When he stands up, I can see how hard he is, and I spread my legs wider for him without thinking, aching to have him inside of me again.

Angelo chuckles. 'You are a good girl," he murmurs. 'So quick to let me fuck you, just because you can see that I'm hard. But you're too sore for a third round so soon. I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart. So we're going to do something else instead."

He moves the dishes on the table as I watch him curiously, his other hand undoing his belt and zipper, drawing his thick, throbbing cock out. I lick my lips, wondering if he's going to let me put my mouth on him finally, but instead, he steps between my thighs, gently pressing me backward.

'Lean back on your elbows,dolce. Very good," he adds, when I obey immediately, my forearms braced on the table. It pushes my chest up and out, my back arched enough that he has a perfect view of my breasts in the filmy material of my dress, and Angelo reaches up, tugging the straps down until the dress slips, pooling at my waist suddenly. I gasp as I'm suddenly bared from the waist up, my nipples instantly stiffening, and Angelo groans, his gaze hungrily taking in the sight in front of him as his hand moves over his stiff cock.

Anyone could walk in,I think all over again, my skin flushing with delicious, arousing embarrassment as Angelo nudges his cock between my thighs, rubbing it between the folds of my pussy.

'I'll be gentle," he murmurs. 'You're so wet for me, sweet girl. I'm going to get my cock all nice and slick, just like this—" he groans as he rubs his shaft through the dripping mess between my thighs, nudging the tip up until it bumps against my clit. I gasp, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning so loudly that someone might hear, and Angelo smirks.

'You'll have to be quick, sweetheart, if you want to come like this," he murmurs, nudging his cockhead against my clit again as he rubs himself back and forth against my pussy. 'I need to come after tasting you, and I want to fuck those pretty breasts before I do."

I stare at him, shocked. It's not that Idon'twant him to do that, but it had never occurred to me. The thought of it is so lewd, so filthy, and it sends another jolt of pleasure through me at the same moment that he rubs the tip of his cock against my tender clit again. My head drops back as I start to shudder, another climax spreading through me as I fight not to moan aloud. It's a smaller one, but my hips buck upwards, rubbing against his cock, and the sound Angelo makes as he pushes the swollen tip against my clit sends another wave of pleasure through me.

He steps closer, his hand rubbing his slick shaft as he angles it up against my chest, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I watch his face, fascinated, as it goes taut with pleasure, his hips jerking as he angles me so he can thrust upwards, my skin slick with my own arousal that he uses to lube the tight channel he's created between my breasts.

'Angelo—" I breathe his name, moaning as I feel him start to thrust, fucking me with quick, short strokes. He gasps with each one, his eyes dark with lust, his fingers rolling and pinching my nipples as he holds me tightly around his cock.

'You can touch yourself if you want,mi vida," he murmurs. 'But it won't take long for me to come."

That turns me on, too—knowing that I arouse him so much, that he wants me so badly that it's hard for him to control himself once he gives in to his own pleasure. My hand slips between my thighs without a thought, playing with my swollen, sensitive clit as Angelo fucks my breasts, his pre-cum adding to the slick wetness over my skin.

'I'm going to come all over your pretty breasts," he growls, his cock thrusting faster now, the tip brushing against the hollow of my throat with each jerk of his hips. 'I'm going to cover you in my cum,bellisima. I'm going to—"

I almost wish someone would walk in right now, that someone would see Angelo using me like this, so overcome by his own pleasure that he's rutting on my chest like a beast, primal and desperate for his own climax. He thrusts against my skin, the heat of it making me flush even more, and my fingers roll and pinch my clit, wanting desperately to come one more time. If I don't, I know I'll have to wait until the next time we play.

It's the sound he makes when he comes and the heat of his cum spurting over my breasts and throat, the feeling of him fucking them as he comes all over me with short, ragged thrusts punctuated by hoarse moans, that sends me over the edge. Nothing arouses me as much as Angelo's desire, as much as his pleasure. I feel my clit throb under my fingertips as another small orgasm pulses through me, my lip bitten almost bloody to keep from screaming out my own pleasure in the middle of our dining room.

Angelo pulls back, breathless, his cock still half-hard between his thighs as he looks down at me. 'Christ," he swears, his gaze sweeping hungrily over my bare, cum-splashed breasts, my flushed skin, my still-dripping and swollen pussy exposed to his gaze where my skirt is pushed up around my hips. 'You look like a fucking piece of art. I want to keep you like that on the lounge in my office, bare and spread out and covered in my cum, ready for me to use whenever I get hard again."

Just thinking about that makes me moan, my pussy clenching at the thought, and Angelo's eyes widen as he takes in my reaction.

'Fuck," he whispers. 'God, you're fucking perfect."

He reaches for a cloth napkin, gently cleaning off my chest as he tips my chin up to kiss him again, slipping himself back into his trousers when he's finished. Tenderly, he slides my dress back up, fixing it so that I'm covered, and then he kisses me once more, so much sweetness in the kiss that it makes my heart ache.

'Go upstairs and get cleaned up, sweetheart," he murmurs against my lips. 'I'm going to see about having a doctor come and give you a prescription for birth control. In the meantime—" He pulls back, tapping a finger gently against my lower lip as he smiles down at me. 'There are books in our bedroom that I want you to read—books that will teach you all about the kind of dynamic I want with you. I'm going to quiz you on them tomorrow, so read as much as you can. If you're a good girl and learn all your lessons well, there will be a reward in it for you."

His smile promises exactly the kind of reward I hoped for. And as much as I would have loved for him to teach me every single thing about what he wants from me himself, he picked the second thing I would have liked the most—reading about it. It makes me feel loved, like he knows me well enough to know I'd rather read books than scroll through articles or watch porn with the kind of acts in them that he wants me to do. The idea of him quizzing me on what I learn and punishing or rewarding me for my performance turns me on all over again.

I think Angelo sees it, because he smirks as he tugs my skirt down, arranging my clothing so that I once again look decent if someone were to walk in, albeit still sitting on the breakfast table. 'Careful," he murmurs, giving me one more kiss. 'I might start to get jealous of the idea of your professors at Northwestern seeing you like this, if you get so turned on at the idea of being tested on something."

With that, he lingers for one more moment, before shaking himself a little and stepping away as if it's hard for him to leave me. 'I'll see you at dinner," he says gently as I slide down from the table, my legs still feeling a little shaky, and then he turns to go, walking out of the dining room towards his office.

I watch him leave, still hardly able to believe that all of this is real. That Angelo is mine now—really mine.

The way I wanted him—and so much more.