Page 30 of Urgent Vows
Wetting a washcloth with warm water, I approach Catalina.
"What's that for?" she asks.
Rather than answer, I push the blanket and sheet up her body until the pretty caramel curls covering her mound are exposed.
She shrieks. "Severu! What are you doing?"
At this point it should be obvious. I push on one thigh. "Let me in."
"What? No! Aldo is right there."
"And his back is to us. Do you want your panties soaked before we even reach the SUV?" It is a reasonable question.
She looks like she thinks I've got a screw loose.
Not waiting for her to get onboard with the program, I push her legs apart and then clean her juices from her inner thighs, pussy, and ass crack.
"I could have done that."
"But why deprive me of the enjoyment of taking care of you?" I slide her panties up her legs. They are white lace. Very bridal. I will enjoy removing them again once we reach our home.
She doesn't try to argue when I help her into her dress. It is exactly what she asked for, made in a flowy, slick fabric with a pattern over a cream background by one of my sister's favorite designers.
Catalina's eyes light up when she sees it. "That won't hurt to wear," she says with approval.
So, it's not the designer she is excited about but the style of the dress and it reminds me how much pain she was in before I touched her.
"What number would you have rated your pain before?" I ask her.
"Before what? Oh," she says, her expression shy. "That. Um…it was a seven, maybe an eight."
What would she consider a nine, much less a ten? My bride would withstand torture better than some of my made men. Not that I will ever allow her to be in that position, but I can't help admiring her pain threshold.
"And now?" I prompt.
"It's much better."
"Give me a number," I insist.
She goes to bite her lip, gives me a look and licks it instead. "Maybe a three? The pain relievers have metabolized, and the cream helped too."
"And the orgasm?"
She glares at me.
"Did it help?" I demand.
"You know it did." Her gaze slides to Aldo and then back to me. "I'm not comfortable talking about this in front of your bodyguard."
"He is now your bodyguard," I tell her, informing Aldo of his change in position at the same time.
"Oh, well the discomfort still applies."
"Get over it and answer my question."
Her glare intensifies. "No."
"No?" I repeat as a question.
