“Do you understand me,cara mia? Obey, or I will beat you,” he murmured in her ear. “Did you know the sweet conjunction of your buttocks with my cock is warming it?” He dropped a kiss upon her bare shoulder. Then his gaze turned to Nudara. “Lick her and get her ready to be fucked. My member is beginning to stir vigorously. Spread your legs wide, Bianca.” His thumbs began to rub her nipples.
Bianca was ashamed to find herself very fearful. It was disconcerting to learn she was not a brave girl. She believed him when he said he would beat her, and make her punishment painful. She didn’t want to be beaten. She opened her legs, and was horrified to see Nudara crawl between them. It was worse, and she could not help the little cry that escaped her when Nudara’s tongue began licking at her most private place.
Her husband began to whisper in her ear. “I know how skillful her tongue can be. The flat of it will caress the insides of your nether lips,cara mia. The pointed little tip of it will tease your love bud to passion. And when your juices begin to flow, and they will, I shall put my cock deep into you, and fuck you until you are screaming with your pleasure. You will give me that pleasure, Biancadolce, whether you wish to or not. You cannot withhold it from me.I will not be denied!”
But she did deny him. Her juices flowed, which the teasing Nudara’s tongue forced from her, but Bianca lay as cold as ice in his arms. She felt nothing but revulsion. His cock withered at her lack of response. He screamed his outrage, but Nudara quickly took that shrunken bit of flesh between her lips, and sucked him hard. Shoving her away, he then climbed atop Bianca, fucking her until she fainted from the excess. He next proceeded to use Nudara, but after a satisfactory period of fucking, she forced his juices from him, screaming her delight, praising his prowess and his skilled manhood.
When Bianca finally came to herself again, she saw her husband and Nudara drinking wine. Nudara’s sharp eyes saw that her mistress had regained a conscious state. They forced a small goblet of wine upon Bianca, and Nudara smiled wickedly as they did.
“It has stimulants in it to make you eager to be fucked,” the slave told Bianca. “You disappointed the master greatly with your icy hauteur, but soon you will beg for him to fuck you. First, however, you must be strapped for your disobedience, mistress.” And she laughed, quite pleased with herself for having engineered this scenario with Rovere while poor Bianca lay helpless and semiconscious.
“Kill me!” Bianca said to her husband. “I should rather be dead than suffer this abuse from you and your whore.”
“Ahh,cara mia, does Nudara distress you that much? Then she shall go,” her husband said in a kindly voice. “Get out, wench. I can see you have been having too much fun, which does not please me.” He pushed the slave from the bed.
Scrambling to her feet, Nudara protested. “But, my lord, I sought only to please you. We have all drunk the spiced wine now, and I am eager for your love!”
“Find my son, and let him satisfy your itch,” Sebastiano Rovere said caustically. “Did you think I did not know, Nudara? You are like an alley cat. Now leave me with my beautiful bride.” He laughed cruelly as the girl skulked from his bedchamber. Then he turned back to Bianca. “I would never kill you,cara mia,” he said, bending to kiss her cold lips. “The spices will help your blood to warm for me. In my eagerness, I have treated you roughly. I realize now you are a creature that needs to be cosseted.”
Bianca lay silent. She could think of nothing to say at this moment. She did not resist when he began to stroke her body. To her shame, the wine was beginning to have the desired effect, but she kept her lips pressed tightly together, making no sound whatsoever. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing. If he believed the wine with its special mix of spices had not aroused her, he would, she prayed, not use them again on her.
It was difficult, however, to maintain her attitude of detachment. Her body was suddenly burning with a need she neither understood nor desired. She could feel the secret place first growing moist, and then distinctly wet with that odd need. He seemed to be kissing, stroking, and caressing every inch of her body. She bit the inside of her lip to prevent a scream from escaping her when he mounted her and pushed into her tight sheath.
“Ah,cara mia,” he groaned, “how perfect you are!” Then he fucked her until his lusts exploded. Afterwards he remarked, “Your juices were copious,cara mia.Now you see how pleasurable such activity can be when you are eager for your husband.”
With each passing day, she grew to hate him more. Her mother did not come, and she learned from Agata, who had learned it from Antonio, that Orianna Pietro d’Angelo had been forbidden entry to Sebastiano Rovere’s palazzo each time she had come to see her daughter. Bianca was furious, but she knew her anger meant nothing to her husband.
He had a right to do whatever he pleased, and he knew the law well. Her rights were few.
Bianca knew she needed to please her husband in some special way so he would grant her approval to see her mother. And she knew exactly what would please him more than anything else.
He made a point of reminding her daily that she belonged to him, that it was he who controlled her fate. But the one thing he had never been able to gain from her in their six months of marriage was her cries of pleasure. Bianca knew her husband well by now. If she gave him that, he was certain to reward her, and she would ask to see her mother. It was the only thing she had with which to bargain.
That night when he called her to his bed, she went to him, her long dark hair and her body perfumed with the scent of the exotic moonflower. She dropped the pale pink silk robe she wore and slipped into his bed without protest. He was surprised, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Bianca shrugged casually. “Suddenly something is different for me, Sebastiano,” she said softly, and took the goblet of spiced wine from his hand, sipping it slowly until she felt the aphrodisiacs beginning to surge through her body.
He grinned knowingly. “You want something of me,” he said candidly.
“I do,” she admitted truthfully.
“What?” he asked her.
“If I please you tonight, you will give me whatever it is I desire,” Bianca said.
His dark eyes narrowed, but then, amused by her attempt to manipulate him, he agreed. What could she want? Jewelry? A new gown? She was a simple girl for all of her great beauty. “Very well,” he nodded. “Please me, and I will give you whatever it is you want,dolceBianca.” Then he began to kiss her, and to his great surprise she melted into his embrace, which increased his ardor a hundredfold. He had never known her to be so willing. His hand went to her breast and she made a murmur of pleasure.
Sebastiano Rovere could hardly believe what was happening. For the past six months of their marriage, she had resisted him. He had taken her body a thousand times over, and yet he had received nothing in return but coldness. There had been times when he had felt as if she were not there at all, even after he had ceased letting Nudara join them to please her. Now she lay pliant in his arms, almost purring as he kissed and caressed her. What could she possibly want that had brought her to this point?
It took every ounce of her self-control not to shrink from his touch this night.
Bianca hated the hands that stroked her, the fingers that pinched her nipples and probed her body, her husband’s superior air of possession. He revolted her to the point where she actually had to secretly swallow back the bile that rose in her throat. Instead, she concentrated on gaining what she wanted; he had promised her anything if she pleased him. “Oh, Sebastiano!” she murmured as his mouth closed over a nipple.
This was surely how a whore must feel, Bianca thought sadly. But then she reached down to cup his balls in her little palm. How she wanted to crush the very life from them as his lips and tongue slobbered over her breasts and belly. Instead, she squeezed him gently, tenderly, teasing his sac with her fingers. Then she released him to stroke his cock, which was already burgeoning with his need for her.
He groaned. “Ahh,dolceBianca,cara mia, I have waited for this night!” Then flinging himself over her, he drove himself into the tight, wet heat and began to piston her vigorously. “I adore you,cara! You are mine and mine alone!” He had to control himself, for he did not want to release his juices too quickly. He slowed his pace.
Chapter 4
Bianca released the iron self-control over her body that she usually employed when in her husband’s bed. She let the aphrodisiacs he had fed her take over, and shuddered as her natural desires exploded within her. She was astounded by the emotions assaulting her, and thought that if she could love this man, how wonderful that would be for her. But she didn’t love him. She hated him. But it didn’t matter how she felt. He must be satisfied with her performance tonight. He must believe that he had finally overcome her resistance.
