He gently dragged his hand across my stomach to my hip and squeezed.
He leaned in again and whispered, “There are so many things I want to do to you.”
I shivered and could feel myself getting aroused. I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked the sound of that.
In a slightly more commanding voice, “Now be a good little wife, and give me what I want.”
He started to rub up against me more aggressively, making me moan out. His hand moved from my hip to my breast and he squeezed.
“These are mine,fiammetta.Do you hear me?”
He squeezed and kneaded my breast, making me moan out, “Yes.”
Damn it! I felt like a wanton hussy. But if he was going to offer, I wasn’t going to refuse him. Not when he felt so good. I may regret it later. But that was later. This was now. I will enjoy what I can while I can. I will regret and mourn later.
His hand moved back down to my ass. “This is mine too,fiammetta.Do you understand?”
I whimpered. In a soft voice, “Yes.”
Then his hand slid from my ass over my thigh and down until he cupped me between my legs, making me gasp.
“This. This is mine too, wife. Only mine.” He started to rub his palm against me, making me arch.
“Yes,fiammetta?”
I moaned and arched back into his chest. “Yes, Dom.”
I whimpered when he moved his hand away, making me pout. I heard him snicker. Asshole!
But his hand kept moving until he moved it over my heart, making me freeze.
“This belongs to me now too, Sophie.”
I didn’t say anything. What was he doing? I didn’t want him to have that power. I couldn’t give him that power. People who hadmy heart before crushed it, stomped on it, and laughed while they did it.
“Sophie?” His voice became harder.
“Dom….I can’t…..”
He pulled me tight against him until his lips were on my ear, still holding his hand at my heart.
“This belongs to me. As your husband, I own this heart. Do you hear me?”
I wanted to cry. He would break my heart if I gave it to him. Wouldn’t he?
I was trying to hold back the tears. I barely got the word out, “Yes.”
I waited, listening to his breathing. Waited for him to pull away, laugh, tell me I was ugly, didn’t deserve this, was just temporary. I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Good. Because my heart belongs to you now,fiammetta.I am trusting you with it.”
My breath caught as I turned my face up to meet his. His lips were softly breathing on mine.
“Really?” I stared into his eyes, waiting to see something, anything, that told me he was lying to me.
“Really. I believe I have been in love with you for a while now, my wife.” He kissed my lips quickly, but softly, and continued to maintain eye contact with me.
I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
