Page 52 of Vow of Desire

“If pain won’t make you talk, then maybe pleasure will.” He parts my legs and cups my entire intimate area. My pussy as helikes to call it. This time, a moan does leave me. I’m lost in both shame and pleasure and I can’t make sense of any of it. “Tell me.” He rubs me with his palm, right over my nub. My hips buck backwards into his hand.

“Matteo,” I whisper.

“Tell me.” He rubs me harder and harder. The firmness of his palm right on my nub is too much. I think I might die but I need a release first. I need something to make me feel better about my shame.

“Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want when you tell me.” He pulls his hand back just enough so I can’t quite find my release yet. When I whine, he presses his palm back against me. “Talk to me, Luciana. Stop shutting me out. Are you afraid it will make you look bad?”

“Yes,” I admit, crying out. My hips buck harder into his hand. I need more and more and more. I’m losing my mind.

“Then what is it?” Matteo’s hand is like magic on my body. Both soft and firm. Scary and sweet. I need it all – more than I ever thought I needed anything this bad in my life.

I grind my body onto his hand. Matteo rubs me harder. Every motion of his palm runs right over my clit. Its taboo and wrong but it also feels right.

Matteo leans over me until his mouth is beside my ear. “Tell me. Please, baby. Tell me.”

His word of endearment makes me cry out. It’s so soft and warm. It makes me feel like I could love him.

He presses a kiss to my neck while his hand continues to pleasure me. “Tell me. Come on. Please.”

“It’s so shameful. I can’t say.”

“Maybe you’ll finally tell me when you get your orgasm. Would that make you talk?”

“Please,” I moan and cry at the same time.

Matteo’s breath is dark and ragged while mine sounds like I just ran a marathon. I’m exhausted and yet more alive than I’ve ever been.

“Please,” I beg. “Please.”

“You need this?” He shoves his finger inside of me and I can’t hold back my moan. It feels good to use my voice. To let go just a little. Matteo thrusts his finger in and out of me, filling me right up. “You needed me to fuck you with my finger? Tell me.”

“Yes,” I gasp out. “Yes.”

“Tell me how much you like this.”

“I love it,” I say into the mattress, clutching the blanket for dear life.

He plants another soft kiss on my neck as his finger is rough with my… pussy. Just thinking the word feels wrong and somehow right at the same time. My mind is really losing control. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on for.

“I need to get you ready for my cock. Do you like that sound of that? My cock inside of you?”

At his suggestion, my inner walls clamp down on his finger.

“Do you want my cock inside of you? I want to make you fully mine, Luciana. Claim your virginity. Would you let me?”

“Today?” I whisper.

“It doesn’t have to be today. But one day. Will you let me?” There’s a deep ache in his voice that speaks to how much he wants this. I want it just as much. That realization hits me hard and fast.

I want Matteo. I’m tired of fighting how I feel for him. What I want is to get lost in his body. Have him make me feel good. Do my final duty as a wife. Maybe then I won’t be filled with so much shame over what happened to Alexandra.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, I’ll let you.”

A low growl escapes his lips, making more wetness seep out of me. His hand must be coated in it. For once, I don’t feel ashamed about that. I only feel excited. Turned on.

“Today,” I decide. “Take me today.”