My Body-His Marcello (14 page)

“
You
aren’t making any sense.”

“
She
trapped ...” Marcello said. He stopped speaking as two servers
entered the room with breakfast and coffee.

I no longer felt
like eating. I no longer felt like living. I wanted to crawl up
into myself, cocooned and all alone.

“
How
could he give me such a hard time about honesty and trust when he
lied to me about something as serious as this?” I said aloud. I had
meant to keep my thoughts to myself. Until Marcello spoke again, I
had forgotten where I was.

“
As I
was saying, she trapped him into it. He never asked her to marry
him; he did it out of obligation. She said she was pregnant and he
believed her. I told him to check it out but he wouldn’t listen.
He’s a stubborn one, that man. Anyway, the day after they were
married—no
wedding
—she got her period and he found out. The
marriage was annulled.”

“
I
see,” I said. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the news. I wondered
if that’s where the garter belt in the file had come from. He
definitely had some explaining to do when I got back.

The smell of
eggs, potatoes, bacon and coffee wooed my stomach. I put thoughts
of Luke on the back burner. “So do you make all your money from the
restaurant?” I asked after swallowing a mouthful of
eggs.

“
I
inherited my grandparents’ estate upon their passing.”

“
Hmmm,” I said, chewing the delicious potatoes.

“
You
have a hearty appetite,” he said, watching me quickly consume the
food on my plate.

“
That’s what happens when I’m starved for two days.”

“
You
need to learn respect,
signorina
,” he said, furrowing his
brow and taking another sip of his coffee.

“
Respect is earned. You can’t beat it into someone.” I wiped my
mouth and smoothed the napkin back over my lap.

“
How
wrong you are on that account.”

“
Fear
and respect are not the same thing. You can beat fear into me but
not respect … never respect. Respect would come from seeing you as
a good man, a good person. Someone who is worthy of respect would
never need to demand it from others, would never need to beat it
into them.”

“
I can
see we will have a lot to discuss once you belong to me, but today
is my day. As it should be, your safe word holds sway here. Just
keep in mind that the words might get you out of some obligation
today, but you will never truly be done with me.”

“
I’m
doing this for Luke, so he will forgive me. That is the only reason
I’m here.”

“
Jane,
you and I know better than that. After today you will see.” He rose
and sauntered over. After pulling out my chair for me, he took my
hand.

I cursed my body
as his energy permeated me. I couldn’t make sense of the intensity
of his mere touch. Maybe my anger fueled it. I needed some
explanation for what I felt.
Just get through it Jane
, I
thought.
You’re a mere day away from being back home. Enjoy it
if you must but get through it
.

He led me to his
bedroom, which seemed twice the size of Janice’s. I was struck by
its warm, masculine feel. A black leather king-size bed dominated
the space. No woman’s touch was in evidence on the black dresser or
armoire that stood against the brown walls. Looking around at the
artistic photographs and paintings of nude women, I found it
interesting that none included bondage or whipping. I wondered if
Luke had taken any of the photos but didn’t ask.

I felt young and
self-conscious standing next to him. I paused, avoiding eye
contact, totally unprepared for what happened next.

Reaching out, he
put his hand on my arm and gently twirled me around to face him.
Reverently, as though determined to savor the moment, he lifted the
top half of the robe off my shoulders. I felt so small next to him.
He lowered his mouth and kissed my shoulder, working his way up the
right side of my neck, nibbling, kissing, licking and biting.
Unlike Luke’s clean shaven face, Marcello’s mustache tickled and
felt unfamiliar but not unpleasant.

Stopping just
short of my ear, he said, “So sweet you are,” then began to kiss
and suckle the other side of my neck.

“
Ohhhhh,” I said. I felt dazed and light-headed, but still
tried to hold myself rigid. With each touch of his lips my guard
slipped a bit more.

He drew back for
a moment and gazed intently into my eyes. I was unable to look
away. He lowered his head and kissed my mouth for the first time.
The rest of my defenses melted away. The kiss seemed to have a life
of its own. It transported me away from all my torment, bringing me
closer to my real self even though I didn’t yet know her
completely. I couldn’t understand how two such different men could
excite me so much with their kisses. Did my body no longer have any
discrimination or did Marcello’s energy speak to me in a way I
needed?

His taste—so
different from Luke’s—awakened a hunger foreign to me. He held my
head in his big hands, making me feel like a little girl. The kiss
he gave me, however, made me feel every bit the grown woman. He
devoured my lips, exploring the edges and making me gasp out in
pleasure as he captured my tongue in his mouth. I could have lost
myself indefinitely in his kisses, and when he pulled away, I felt
bereft, as though rudely awakened from a lovely dream.

“
Your
taste and smell are so intoxicating,” he said. His eyes roamed my
face as though gleaning the secrets I kept even from
myself.

He continued his
kissing descent as he breathed my right nipple into his mouth. I
expected him to be rough and cruel; instead he sucked ever so
slowly and softly, subtly increasing the pressure, pulling on my
piercing until I cried out in delight.

“
Oh,
that feels good, really good,” I said.

“
Shhhhh,” he said, almost sweetly.

He loosened the
tie at my waist, letting the robe fall to the ground.

“
So
beautiful, too,” he muttered.

“
Mmmmmmm,” I said as he kissed his way down my
stomach.

He unexpectedly
lifted me into the air and draped me over his shoulder.

“
Umphhhh … Oh,” I said, laughing.

He lowered me
down onto the bed and began to explore the rest of my
body.

When his tongue
lapped at my juices, I couldn’t keep from crying out. “Oh my god,
oh my god, oh my god ...”

He lifted his
head and admired me. “I’ve never tasted anyone so sweet,
così
dolce
.”

I felt warmed by
his approval.

He grasped my
thighs, spreading them wider as he explored with his tongue. He
brought me to the brink of orgasm, over and over and over again,
never letting me cum.

“
Please, please, please,” I said. I couldn’t take the build-up
any longer.

“
When
I’m ready,” he said. “Always and only when I’m ready.”

He continued to
torment me with his tongue, bringing me ever so close, skirting the
edge, working his fingers in and around my hole. Then he penetrated
my pussy with his fingers, rubbing in a way that made me groan. His
touch felt almost painful, causing a strange sensation of needing
to pee, but the pressure heightened the entire experience. I would
have fallen over the edge with one more lick.

And then he
stopped.

“
Don’t
stop,” I said.

“
We
have all day, my sweet,” he said. “When you cum, it will be an
orgasm like you’ve never experienced and won’t soon
forget.
”

“
But
...”

“
Shhhhhh.”

Marcello lay down
beside me and kissed me again. I could feel his sizable erection
through his nightclothes.

I became lost and
found again in his kisses. He sat up in bed and pulled me onto his
lap. His bulk made me feel small and timid but his kisses left me
feeling brazen. I pulled out of his grasp and opened his robe. His
chest was covered with curly black and silver hair. His tiny
nipples stood erect as he looked down at me. I untied the string at
his waist and pulled on his pajama bottom. I didn’t have to pull
down far to see the tip of his cock. His bulbous mushroom head
stared back at me. I lowered my mouth over his large phallus,
provoking a groan from him.

I didn’t think I
could take all of him in my mouth and he didn’t try to force
me.

For the first
time since breakfast I thought of Luke. I did to Marcello what I
had wanted to do to Luke the day he’d proposed to me. Wanting to
pleasure him, I asked if I could suck his cock. “My way,” Luke said
and proceeded to use his belt to secure my arms behind my back. He
then
fucked my mouth at
his leisure until he came down my throat.

Marcello didn’t
dominate me or try to control his pleasure. He leaned back on his
arms and watched me worship his cock. I used my mouth and hands to
pleasure him, which filled me with a sense of purpose.

“
Hmmmm, that’s so good, but I have to ask you to stop,” he
said, lifting his pants back up to cover himself.

“
Oh,”
I said, disappointed.

“
Come
here,” he said, pulling me back onto his lap. “I want us to come
together.”

“
Okay,” I said. “I hope I pleased you.”

“
You
were wonderful,” he said and smiled, removing his
pajamas.

He lowered his
mouth to mine and brought me back into his world. He shifted our
bodies so I lay under him. He moved between my legs and I could
feel the head of his cock against my opening. He slowly pushed
forward, working himself into me. All of his earlier play had me so
aroused, my lips and clit so swollen ... I felt each inch pushing
me further, deeper to climax. It took him awhile to be able to work
the entire length of his cock inside me. I wasn’t sure if I’d be
able to handle his large phallus but his slow, steady strokes
allowed me to accommodate him more fully as I tilted my
hips.

I lay there,
looking up at him, his gaze holding mine. He increased his thrusts
and I could keep quiet no longer.

“
Oh
god, oh my god … your cock, it’s so
big
.”

Marcello’s large
body hovered over me, his weight propped up on his elbows, his hips
pressed against mine. Their circular motion increased the friction
against my clit along with each deep penetration. I felt a new kind
of pressure building and it heightened the intensity of his down
stroke. In and out he slid as I grasped onto his arms and held on.
The rubbing of my clit and the hitting up against my uterus had me
making animalistic sounds I didn’t recognize.

“
I’m
so going to cum, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yessss, don’t stop! Please don’t
stop. Ohhhhhh god!” I screamed out as I tripped over into elation.
Something else happened to me as my orgasm continued to contract.
My release was exquisite, vastly different from a mere orgasm. Wet
warmth flowed over me.

Unlike Luke’s
roar, Marcello grunted and then shouted, “Oh, yesssssssssss, oh
Jane, yes!”

He collapsed to
the side of me, and we lay there, not speaking or
moving.

Guilt and
confusion gripped me in equal measure. Somehow all I had done until
that point had been okay but the pleasure and release I experienced
at the hands of Marcello seemed a betrayal of Luke.

Marcello rolled
onto his side and leaned his head on his palm. “Amazing as I knew
it would be,” he said, his chest still moving up and down
rapidly.

I didn’t say
anything.

“
Are
you okay?” he asked, tilting his head and moving my hair away from
my face.

I didn’t know how
much I wanted to share. I thought he wouldn’t understand. I wished
in that moment that I could talk to Janice, because I knew she
would get it.

“
Jane?” he said, this time more insistently.

“
I
feel guilty,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

“
Why?
He’s the one who sent you here.”

“
Somehow I don’t think he counted on your making love to
me.”

“
Is
that what I did?”

“
Yes,”
I said, tilting my head to look at him. “And something happened to
me. I’m not sure what it was. Right after I came ...”

“
It’s
okay, Jane,” he said. He cupped my chin in his hand. “All the
wetness?”

“
Yes,
did I pee?” I said. My cheeks grew hot with
embarrassment.

He chuckled and
then smiled in a way that warmed my soul. “No, you just experienced
your first gush. How wonderful.”

“
Oh.
Is that the same thing as squirting? Janice did that yesterday but
I wasn’t sure any of it was real until I saw her.”

“
Yes,”
he said, smiling. “We have so much more to explore
together.”

“
You
mean Luke and I have—”

“
Luke
knew what he was doing.”

“
I’m
certain he expected you to whip me or paddle me or something like
that.”