“Oh,caro mio,” she whispered with hot breath in his ear. “Fuck me! Do not stop! What a fool I have been to resist you, my Sebastiano! Ahh yes! Yes! Yes!”
How long had he waited to master this proud beauty, and now she was begging him. He would have laughed aloud had his lust for her not been so great. For the first time, he felt her sheath contract with strong shudders about his hard cock. He groaned and forced her legs up and over her own shoulders so he might plunge deeper and deeper into her heat. She began to scream, and he howled with his victory over her. Never had he known such pleasure with a woman as he knew this night with Bianca.
She fainted as he poured himself into her womb. There would be no child from this travesty, she knew, for Agata fed her a noxious potion each morning to prevent it. She came back to herself quickly, her hands caressing him over and over again as she praised his passion. She managed to rise from his bed to bring him more spiced wine. Then she bathed him and herself because she knew he would want even more now.
“Have I pleased you, Sebastiano,mio amore?” she purred as she pulled herself next to him on the bed and began to stroke his broad chest.
“You will need to do more before I give you your way,dolceBianca,” he growled. His head was still spinning.
Bianca giggled girlishly. “You are a magnificent lover,caro mio, and I know that once is never enough for you.” Then, giving him a quick kiss, she slid between his legs and, grasping his cock, began to suck upon it most vigorously.Madre di Dios!She had become such a whore for him tonight. She would never get the stink of him off her skin. He began to swell in her mouth, and she teased his balls, letting her fingernails run gently over them.
He moaned and his hand wrapped itself into her ebony hair. “Little sorceress,” he said accusingly. “I cannot believe you have brought me to a stand so quickly.”
“You are ready?” she inquired of him.
“I am,” he told her.
Bianca pushed herself up and onto her knees, presenting her round bottom to him.
He was quickly on her, and driving into her sheath eagerly. “Ah yes,cara mia!” he murmured into her ear. “I love how tight you are for me. That is why I ordered that your servant bathe this bit of you with alum and water each day. So you will remain tight for me,dolceBianca. Only for me! Only me! No other man will ever fuck you.”
“Only you,caro mioSebastiano!” she cried out to him. “Oh! Oh! It is too perfect! Do not stop! Do not!”
He couldn’t stop with her that night. He had her five times, and yet was not content. He allowed her to sleep in his bed, keeping her there for the next two days while he fucked her until finally she collapsed with his lust, even as he admitted his satisfaction. Having Bianca yield so completely was something he had not expected. If truth be known, he was beginning to become bored with her constant resistance. Only the fact that she charmed his business associates, especially the Medici, had saved her, for he had been contemplating her death. He had gained the envy of all of Florence in marrying her, but she had proved nothing more than a great beauty until last night. But now her capitulation to his amorous nature had changed all that. He might keep her for a while longer until she bored him a final time.
He had her carried to her apartments and heard the cries of the servingwoman, who had come with her from her father’s house, when she saw her mistress’s condition.
For several days he heard nothing, and then his own servant, Guido, told him that the mistress’s servingwoman had sent word that the lady Bianca would speak with her husband. He brought a bouquet of roses from the gardens when he came to her rooms.“Cara mia,”he said in greeting, bending to kiss her lips as he handed her the flowers.
Agata took them immediately.
“Sebastiano,” Bianca said in dulcet tones, “your strength has quite exhausted me, but not so much that I would forget to ask you for my reward.” She gave him a small smile as she spoke, her hand upon his arm as he sat at her bedside.
“You were superb,cara mia, and are deserving of whatever you desire of me,” he told her in sincere tones. “What would you have? A new gown? A ring?”
“I want my mother,” she answered him simply. “I am told you have forbidden her my company since our marriage. I am certain I have been misinformed and some foolish servant has acted on his own. I ask nothing more of you than to see my mother,caro mio. It is a little boon, is it not? And far less trouble and expense than a new gown or a jewel would be.” She gave him another smile.
“When will you come to me again,dolceBianca?” he said. “Come to my bed and give yourself as you did a few nights ago?”
“I will come whenever it pleases you,” Bianca lied. “When will you allow me to send for my mother so she may visit?”
“In a few days’ time,” he promised.
“And I shall join you tonight if it pleases you,” Bianca promised him.
“It pleases me well!” he said eagerly. “Send to your mother to come in three days’ time,cara mia. As long as you continue to please me, how can I refuse you?” He smiled his toothy smile at her. “I will leave you now to rest, for you should know my vigor is fully restored,” he said, leering at her. Then, kissing her hand, he left her.
“What have you done to him that his mood is so changed?” Agata demanded.
“I have played the whore,” Bianca said bluntly. “Now fetch my writing desk and the vellum so I may write to my mother.” She wrote the invitation, and it was, to her relief, quickly dispatched. Antonio took it himself and promised to return with an answer before the day was over.
That night, Bianca went to her husband’s bedchamber to find the slave girl, Nudara, waiting with him.“Caro mio?”Her tone was questioning.
“We must have a little variety in our passion,dolceBianca. Now that you have accepted your duties in my bed I thought I should bring Nudara for our amusement. I will even allow you to beat her, for she is a very naughty wench, aren’t you, Nudara?” He chuckled darkly, and held out his hand to Bianca.
It had been difficult—nay, near impossible—to play his willing lover when they had been alone. Now she would have to do it with the slave girl present, and a part of his passion. She saw the girl looking at her slyly as if she knew exactly what Bianca had done, was doing. “I should like to beat her, Sebastiano,” she heard herself saying. “I do not like the way she looks at me. She is too pert for a slave.”
Sebastiano Rovere chuckled. He was very much enjoying the woman his beautiful wife was becoming. “What will you have? The strap or the dog whip?” he asked her, curious as to which she would choose.
