“Then I must go,” Bianca responded, arising from the bed.
“Put this on,” Agata told her mistress, handing her a long, plain, silk night garment. “The manservant is waiting. I will go with you, but mark the way well for you will have to return on your own. I will be here awaiting your return.”
Bianca put on the nightgown Agata held out to her. Shouldn’t he have come to her bedchamber on this their wedding night? But then she knew nothing of wedding nights. Barefooted, she followed Agata through her apartment and out into the corridor, where a manservant awaited them. To her relief, he kept his eyes politely lowered. The silk was very sheer. She watched carefully as they went. Her husband’s rooms were not far from hers, much to her relief, and were at the end of a passageway.
The door opened. Another manservant stepped out. “If you will come with me, mistress, I will bring you to the master,” he said politely. “I am called Guido, mistress.”
“Go! Go!” Agata murmured. “God and his blessed Mother protect you.”
Bianca followed Guido into Sebastiano Rovere’s private rooms. They crossed a dayroom. The servant knocked upon the door of another chamber across from the first chamber. “Master, she is here.” He opened the door, and after a moment’s hesitation Bianca stepped inside. The door behind her closed with the finality of a prison door.
The room was dim, the only light coming from a large fireplace. “Signore, I have come at your request,” Bianca said. Her eyes growing used to the dim light, she saw him sprawled upon a large canopied bed in his wedding robe, which was now stained with wine and food.“Signore,”she murmured again, not certain if he was asleep.
“Take off that garment,” he said. “I want to see you naked,cara mia.”
She obeyed, already feeling shamed by his disrespect.
He stared at her and licked his lips as if he were anticipating a fine meal. “Come closer,” he said.
She moved closer, although how she managed to work her legs Bianca was not certain. She was very frightened, and she could see he was indeed drunk with her father’s good wine. She had drunk more than she was used to drinking, but she felt no effects from the wine at all.
“Turn around. Do it slowly,” he said.
Bianca followed his instruction, rotating herself around a turn.
“Put your hands beneath your breasts and hold them up for me,” he said. She was delicious. She was perfect. For months the very sight of her, the mere thought of her, had caused his male member to rage with lust. Tonight he felt nothing.Nothing!Sebastiano Rovere was suddenly angry.
She saw the anger staining his face. “Do I not please you, husband?” she asked him. Was he angry at her? What had she done? He reached for something upon the table next to the bed. Bianca saw it was a small dog whip. Her eyes widened with surprise as he arose, and turning her, pushed her facedown upon the bed. She felt the whip upon her buttocks and shrieked with both her surprise and her pain. But beating her did not help. He had not hit her hard enough to even break the skin, but she was sobbing piteously, and he found it annoying.
“What have you done to me, you little bitch, that I cannot perform as a man now?”
“I have done nothing, husband,” she cried.
“You have!” he snarled. “I have lusted after you for weeks, but tonight my fire is dead. It would not be so had you not done something to me. Is it a spell you murmured, or something you slipped into my wine, Bianca? Answer me!”
“I have done nothing,” she told him, sitting up to face him.
“You must be punished for this wickedness,cara mia. I can see you are fearful of losing your virginity. All brides are. If I cannot do what is necessary tonight, someone else shall. Then you will not be afraid, and my potency will be restored. Guido!”
The servant’s head came round the bedchamber door. “Master?”
“Fetch my son, Alberto, and hurry!” Sebastiano Rovere shouted.
Guido disappeared, to return a few moments later with young Alberto. He had found the boy about to make use of Nudara’s charms and wondered if the master knew.
He pushed Alberto into his father’s bedchamber, and then, shutting the door, put his ear against it to listen. What was the master going to do?
“She has cast a spell on me in her fear,” the senior Rovere told his son. “You will take my place and breach her. Have you ever taken a virgin, my son?”
“No, Father,” the boy answered. His young cock was hard and raging for pleasure.
“Well, you will marry next year, and for your sake you should know what a real virgin is like to fuck for the first time,” Sebastiano Rovere said.
“Father...” The young man hesitated. “This is your wedding night, and this is your bride. Would you not enjoy taking her first-night rights?” He could see his father was very drunk.
“Fuck the little bitch, or you are no son of mine,” Sebastiano said. “Only when you have ploughed her well will this curse she put on me dissolve. I am certain of it!”
“If you do this incest, you commit a mortal sin,” Bianca warned both men. She scrambled across the bed, seeking an escape, but there was none.
