I shook my head and stroked her cheek, then began to move, little shallow thrusts that became harder and harder. She stiffened each time, but she didn’t cry, whimper or sob, and I was grateful for that.
It didn’t take long for me to reach my point of no return, and I didn’t bother holding back, knowing that she would be happy when it was over. My body stiffened, my balls expanded, and then I shot my cum into her. She inhaled and I lay still on top of her. Then I pressed my forehead against the pillow next to her head.
She was very still under me, and I listened for a sob, crying, and again relief filled me when I felt neither. I pulled out very slowly and rolled away from her, but stayed close. She turned on her side, facing me.
“Thank you,” she whispered. I scanned her flushed face.
“What was the point?” It couldn’t be to give her an orgasm because I certainly hadn’t, but I would soon. Many of them.
“For being patient and attentive.” I frowned.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Gaia had enjoyed playing the guilt card, had often cried to make me feel bad even when I had tried everything to be decent.
“Women talk. Some men don’t because it gives them a feeling of dominance, some because they enjoy hurting, and some just want to make sure the blood stain is big so they can impress…” Surprise filled me with her words. She sounded less like a girl then.
“I don’t need to show my dominance by hurting you during sex. I am Underboss, I control people on a daily basis. And while I like to hurt when necessary, I don’t like to hurt women or children.
As for the last reason, maybe some men think that a big blood stain makes the public think they have a huge cock, when in fact it just shows that they have no idea how to work that cock.
Gianna laughed. Then her smile became teasing.
“How about you?” A soft laugh rumbled in my chest.
“Do you know how to work my cock?” She blushed, but nodded.
“I think I do. I know it wasn’t pleasant for you today, but it will be soon.” She tilted her head in reflection.
“All right.” I cast a glance far and wide. My cock was smeared with blood. I stood up in my seat and extended my hand to Gianna.
“Can you sit down for a moment?” With a slight frown, she did.
“Why?” Then her eyes widened and her gaze darted down her body.
“Oh.”
“Just wait a couple of seconds.”
His nose wrinkled. “It’s kind of gross.”
“I know. But it’s tradition.” I brushed her hair back from her face, and Gianna looked at me in curiosity. Her eyes were a striking blue like a clear summer sky, and her nose had a slight upward tip, which gave her a shy air.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked, tucking her chubby lower lip between her teeth. “Yes, I do.” My thumb stroked the back of her hand, which I didn’t even realize I was still holding.
“Oh,” she replied.
“I wasn’t sure. You didn’t act like you cared much.” It was a good thing I had perfected my poker face over the years and a necessary evil in my work.
“I used to and do find you very attractive.”
“Hmm. I’m usually good at saying these things. Most men are really obvious about their interest. They have that intense look, like they want to devour you.” Something angry and dark curled up in my chest.
“Did it happen often… That men looked at you like that? Like they wanted to devour you?” Despite my best intentions, my voice had a edge to it that it never had before. Gianna tilted her head, looking at me in that quiet way of hers.
“From time to time. Sometimes men visiting my father, sometimes strangers when I was out with my bodyguards. It’s not like anyone ever approached me.”
“Fine,” I growled. His eyebrows rose.
“Are you jealous?” “Possessive. I don’t share well. Or at all.” She laughed. “Is this fun for you? I’m serious.”
He rolled his eyes. Rolled. Hers. Eyes. I couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had dared to roll their eyes. “Do you get jealous of men watching me from afar, knowing full well that you gave me my first kiss in church today? You never had to share me, nor will you.”
“Have you ever given a man that look?” I asked.
“No,” she replied without hesitation. “A sheltered upbringing does not make you blind.” She tightened her lips.
“I’ve never looked at men long enough to form an opinion about them. It didn’t seem wise, considering I wouldn’t be the one to choose my husband.” It was true. She had no say in the matter.
Gianna
Alessio swung his legs out of bed. “I’m going to clean up.” My eyes rested on her muscular body, mesmerized by the hard tops, the ridges of her six-pack, and the tight V of her hips. I was drawn to his body, which was a relief. My gaze dropped even lower and the blood on his penis pushed heat into my head.
I looked away. I had stared too long anyway. Looking down at myself, I shuddered at the sight of his soiled inner thigh, a disgusting mixture of blood and semen. I slid off the bed, observing the mess on the sheets.
“Are you okay?”
Alessio growled from somewhere behind me. I turned around, grimacing. “Do we really have to show these sheets?”
“This was the reason we slept together.”
Ouch.
“So, you only slept with me for the presentation of the sheets?”
Now that we were married, I wanted Alessio to be attracted to me. It seemed a horrible fate to spend your life with someone who couldn’t bear to touch you.
I loved the sight of his body. His touch was still unknown and the sex had been painful, but it had not been the ordeal my mother and some of my aunts had imagined.