AN: Thanks to RaindropSoup and SqueakyZorro from PTB for betaing this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Everything done in this fic is completely consensual.
Chapter 32
Epilogue
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Though there were some changes that I could have lived without, mainly the added wrinkles and the sprouting of a few gray hairs that Isabella claimed made me look regal and dignified.
There had been some ups and downs in the years of Isabella’s and my marriage. There were times when she was tempted to throw me out on my ass, and times when I would have gladly left, but it was those times that, in the end, made us stronger.
Being married was a job within itself. It was something that required constant work and attention. Finding a balance between our marriage and life outside of it had been tough. I had never thought that spending too much time together could be detrimental to our relationship, but it soon became apparent that we both needed time away from each other to pursue separate hobbies with other people unless we wanted to go crazy.
My life seemed to play out behind my eyelids like an old movie, flickering and blurring at times, the scene partially obscured as my memory failed to catch every detail.
In recent years, it had not been easy for us to find the time and the drive to fulfill all our needs, specifically the need to dominate and submit.
It had been a good day when after two years of marriage—almost four years ago now—Isabella had laid down a little pink stick and announced that she was pregnant. The pregnancy wasn’t easy for her, and she had ended up spending the beginning and a few weeks at the end on bed rest to ensure the baby’s and her own safety.
After eight months of mood swings and seven hours of pain and cursing my very existence in the delivery room that Antonio Demitri Cullen was born. He was seven pounds, eight ounces, and possessed a pair of lungs that I knew were going to keep Isabella and me up in the near future.
Surprisingly, despite the hard pregnancy, Antonio was a reasonably easy baby, mostly quiet and content as long as he had attention and his needs taken care of. He was a healthy, chubby baby, and Isabella took to being his mother like a natural. It wasn’t to say that neither of us made mistakes as parents, even in the early days, but our prenatal classes had prepared us somewhat, and we learned the rest as we went along.
We once again had to fight to find a new balance in our relationship, between taking care of our son and making time for ourselves. It was hard not to neglect our relationship when we were both constantly exhausted, trying to adapt to having someone who depended wholly on us. There just never seemed to be enough hours in the day to get everything done, and it was a struggle not to forget that we were not alone in it.
Only when Nonna coerced us to let her babysit for a few hours did we manage to go out and reconnect, reminding ourselves of the solidarity of our foundation and vowing not to let things slip so far out of control again. We managed to work out a schedule, and with me at work during the day, I hired a housekeeper to help with running the house so that Isabella could devote more of her time to Antonio without passing out from exhaustion.
Upon getting married, we had bought a two-story, five-bedroom house just outside of Florence, close enough to my grandparents that we could visit it, but far enough away to ensure our privacy. At the time, Isabella had not minded solely taking care of it, but with the baby, it proved too much for her to maintain on her own.
Master Yoda, while cautious at first at the complete one-eighty in scenery, thrived in the large backyard, his short legs racing around as he ran and played to his heart’s content. Though now, he was more content to sleep and putter lazily around in his old age.
Tanya and Irina did eventually get married, and I stood up with them as Tanya’s best man. They ended up moving to Russia to live near Tanya’s parents and adopted a little blue-eyed girl called Nina. Isabella and I were named godparents, and we visited each other as much as we were able.
Charles, after having broken up with Makenna, met Alistair, a younger man who became his sub and his life partner. They both now lived in a country house just outside of London with their two Dobermans.
“Papa! Papa!” My son yelled, his voice loud and shrill as the quick pitter-patter of feet reached my ears. For some reason, in the quiet of my office at work, I missed the never-ending stream of noise that constantly filled my home, but I guessed the noise was what made it home. I closed the door behind me, dropping my briefcase by the door as I entered the mad house.
Maybe I should have been, but I wasn’t shocked to find him naked as he ran toward me. I wasn’t sure why, but every time someone put clothes on him, five minutes later he found some way to get of them. It was only when we were out in public that he managed to stay clothed, and even then he seemed uncomfortable beneath the fabric.
Maria, our housekeeper, was chasing him down the hall, but his pudgy legs were surprisingly fast. I swooped him up before he tripped, knowing that it would be the inevitable outcome if I let him continue.
I grunted as I swung him up in my arms, settling him against my hip. “Tony, what have I told you about running?” I scolded, planting a kiss on his unruly dark curls. The smell of buttermilk and lavender emitted from his skin, a scent I had long since associated with home.
“Sowwy, Papa,” he murmured, his big, brown eyes melting my heart with their sincerity. He looked so much like his mother that it was impossible for me to stay firm and serious with him. I sighed, ruffling his hair before turning my attention to Maria who was still holding his pajamas.
“I’ll put him to bed,” I told her, and she gave me a small smile of relief, thanking me as she eagerly handed over his pajamas before disappearing back in the direction of the kitchen.
“Come on, Campione, it’s time for bed,” I told him.
“But, Papa...” he whined, wiggling and squirming in my arms. I tightened my grip on him, knowing that neither of us wanted him to topple down the stairs I was currently walking up. Seeing that his struggles were futile, he turned to me, all big brown eyes and a pouting bottom lip. I wasn’t swayed by his expression, knowing that if he didn’t get enough sleep, there would be hell to pay for tomorrow.
I loved my kids; I really did, but the last thing I wanted to deal with was a grumpy child who would inadvertently set off his sisters. Isabella still hadn’t quite forgiven me for getting her pregnant with twins the second time around. Gabriella and Elisabetta were the apples of my eye with their curls and dimples. Though less than a year old, they were both walking and babbling. They both had blue eyes, which Isabella hoped would turn green like my own, and dark auburn hair that was a combination of both hers and mine.
I dressed Antonio in his pajamas and helped him brush his teeth, all the while listening to him chatter about his day, before tucking him into bed. I sat on the edge of his bed as I read him the same story that I did every night about an astronaut flying in his rocket through space. If his room and his choice of reading material were any indication, my boy was an avid space fan.
There were constellations and mobile glow-in-the-dark planets attached to the ceiling. His sheets, pillows, and pajamas were covered in rockets. Model space shuttles and spaceships sat on the shelf above his bed, and even his favorite toy was a stuffed astronaut.
Antonio was a smart kid, and something told me that he would go far in life. Maybe not as an astronaut, but far nonetheless.
As always, he fell asleep before the end of the book, and with one last goodnight kiss on the forehead, I left, keeping the door ajar in case he woke up at some point during the night and needed something.
I loosened my tie and shrugged out of my suit jacket as I walked into the Master bedroom across the hall. I was greeted by a sight that I doubted I would ever get tired of seeing. There was something so maternal and comforting about watching Isabella breastfeeding.
She sat at the foot of the bed, her robe parted and her long legs crossed. Her hair was piled neatly on top of her head, her makeup soft and alluring as she held my Angioletto, Gabriella, to her breast. The baby’s small eyelashes cast shadows across her cheek as she suckled contentedly on Isabella’s nipple.
My Bambina, Elisabetta, waddled unsteadily toward me, dressed in only a diaper, her steps clumsy as she wobbled, gurgling happily as she reached for me with chubby hands.
I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, mopping up the dribble of drool running down her chin before scooping her up in my arms. I smiled as she squealed, her fat little arms flailing around as I bounced her up and down.
“Don’t get her too excited; I need to put them down to sleep,” Isabella murmured quietly. I moved over to her, dipping down to give her a chaste kiss on the mouth. I hummed against her soft, pouty lips, lingering for a moment, not wanting to separate myself from her.
“Dannazione, mi sei mancata oggi, mia Bellezza,” I murmured against her mouth, making sure she knew that I had been longing to be by her side all day. The hell I went through, not being able to see her all day, five days a week, would seem unnecessary to some, but I had never enjoyed a life of leisure.
Sure, I didn’t need to work, but I enjoyed it, and it kept my mind working hard, which I needed.
“Mi sei mancata, anche,” she responded, concurring with my words. Her Italian was flawless now, but we still mostly spoke English in the hopes that we would teach our children both languages.
I straightened up, feeling Elisa tugging impatiently at my hair, wanting my attention. “What is it?” I asked softly as her big blue eyes stared into mine. She gurgled, talking in her own language as I pretended to understand what she was saying.
Once Isabella finished breastfeeding Gabriella, I picked her up and balanced her on my free hip. “Why don’t I put these two to bed while you finish getting ready?” I suggested. She opened her mouth to argue, but I quirked an eyebrow, silently asking if arguing was worth the trouble when we both knew I would win in the end.
She sighed, a small smile tugging up on the corners of her lips. “Okay,” she acquiesced, giving in easily. There were times when Isabella’s beauty still knocked me over, the years doing nothing but maturing it. At the age of thirty-two, she was as beautiful—if not more—than when we first met.
It was hard to fathom that tonight we would celebrating our sixth anniversary of marriage and that prior to that we had been engaged for two years. Adding up all the years we’d been together, it came up to almost ten years, yet every day still seemed like the beginning of our relationship: new and exciting.
I knew that I would never get tired of her, of us, even when our sex life was regulated to quickies in the shower before work or in the middle of the night with the door locked. There were times when I missed spending hours teasing and exploring her body, and while those times were now fewer than they had been previously, I wouldn’t change a thing about my life.
It didn’t take me long to get Gabe and Elisa settled, methodically changing their diapers and slipping their footed pajamas on before tucking them into the cot they shared. I switched on the hanging mobile above, a quiet tune warbling out as the lights danced.
Since they weren’t kicking up too much of a fuss, I let them be, strolling back to my bedroom to get ready. I finished taking off my suit, hanging it the closet before throwing my shirt in the clothes hamper.
I picked out some dark, fitted slacks with a blue shirt, rolling up the sleeves and leaving the top three buttons undone to make it look more casual.
Once I was ready, I wandered into the en suite bathroom where Isabella was, the robe now replaced with a strapless dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. It wrapped around her body, the colors changing from black to pink before settling on blue where it ended just above the knee.
She’d accessorized it with a thin, white belt and a white suit jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. I loved how, even after giving birth to three kids, she had enough confidence to go out in a sexy dress and heels.
That wasn’t to say that her confidence wasn’t something she worked at, or that there weren’t still times—especially during sex—that she was self-conscious about her body, but she worked to keep herself trim and fit.
It helped that with the pool in backyard and the dog that needed walking, it was easy for her to include the kids in exercising.
I came up behind her, snaking my arms around her waist as I peppered kisses along the column of her neck. She hummed, relaxing into my embrace as she slipped in the diamond stud earrings I had presented to her this morning.
“You look breathtaking, mia Bellezza.” I breathed, letting my hands slide down over her hips. I could feel the thin material of her panties beneath her dress, and a wicked idea came to mind.
“Edward, what are you doing?” she asked as I hiked her dress up her thighs. “We don’t have time for sex right now if we want to make our reservation.”
Though her tone was slightly reprimanding, it didn’t stop her from squirming as I dragged my fingers over the soft flesh of her thighs. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, my fingers skimming along the inside. She didn’t even attempt to fight me as I dragged them down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet.
“I think you look so much better without panties, don’t you, mia Bellezza?” I murmured against her ear, smirking when she shivered in response, confirming the little inkling that told me she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Dirty girl,” I growled out, raising a hand to thumb one of her nipples that were straining through the fabric of her dress while the other hand dipped between her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to find her hairless since, with taking care of the kids, it was something that had drifted down the priority list of things to do.
I didn’t mind; I liked her either way, but she knew I had a preference for a bare pussy. I nipped at her neck as my fingers danced over her folds, my touch light and teasing as I worked her up. I wanted her desperate and dripping by the end of the night, so ready for my cock that I would slip in without effort.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door before I could get her nice and wet, and Isabella stiffened in my arms. We were in somewhat of a compromising position since her dress was up over her ass and I was pressing up against her, but I refused to let her move, my fingers stroking her folds softly.
“What is it?” I called out, pressing my cock, which was twitching to life, against Isabella’s ass.
“Your Nonna is here,” Maria responded, her accent thick.
“Okay, we’ll be down in a minute,” I answered before placing one last kiss on Isabella’s throat and stepping back. I helped her pull dress back down but stopped her when she reached for her panties.
“Nuh uh, I want you naked underneath this dress,” I told her. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit down on her bottom lip, peering up at me from under her eyelashes, excitement and lust clear in her eyes.
It had been a while since we had done any kind of playing, and I wanted to take advantage of the time we had to ourselves tonight.
She gasped as I slapped her ass, not hard, but enough for her to feel the tingle of my palm lingering on her skin.
“Finish getting ready, Mrs. Cullen. I have plans for you tonight.”
She let out a choked whimper, the flush on her skin spreading down her chest and disappearing beneath the neckline of her dress. “Yes, Papi,” she murmured.
I couldn’t hold back a groan at hearing her call me that; it had been much too long. I crashed my lips to hers, my hands cupping her ass as I yanked her against me. I devoured her mouth, thrusting my tongue into it and making sure to remain in control of the kiss so that she knew who would be holding the reins tonight.
Her hands flew to my hair, tugging at it as she returned the kiss, her lips yielding beneath the pressure of my own as they moved.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Little One,” I growled out once I finally pulled away from the kiss. I didn’t give her time to respond as I turned on my heel and headed out to greet my grandmother, subtly arranging the erection that had risen to half-mast.
I raked a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath as I made my way downstairs to greet my Nonna.
“Come stai, Nonna?” I asked, inquiring after her health as I kissed both of her cheeks.
“Bene, bene,” she replied, patting my cheek affectionately with her weathered hand.
“E il Nonno?” I questioned further.
Her wrinkled face twisted into a scowl. “Pffft.” She waved her hand through the air elegantly, telling me without words that he was the same as always.
My Nonno had recently developed hypochondriac tendencies, getting somewhat obsessed that his age made him more susceptible to diseases. The amount of vitamins he consumed daily was slightly alarming, but the fact that he was badgering Nonna about taking them had her ready to slap him upside the head.
I laughed at her disgruntled expression.
“What’s so funny?” Isabella asked as she walked down the stairs, her feet now encased in blue heels that made her legs go on for miles and miles. It was a rare occasion that she wore that high a heel anymore, but I was grateful that she had picked them out for tonight.
“I was just asking how Nonno was,” I explained, causing an amused smile to curl up on her lips.
“I should have guessed,” she murmured, leaning up to give me a quick chaste kiss. I wrapped an arm around her waist as she pulled back, focusing her attention on Nonna.
“The kids are all in bed. Maria is here if you need her at any point, and if anything happens, please don’t hesitate to call. You have both our numbers, and you know where everything is...”
“Mia Bellezza,” I interrupted her. “She knows what she’s doing. This isn’t the first time she’s stayed over.” I made sure to keep my voice soft and reassuring, not wanting her to feel silly for her concern. She was, after all, a mother, and it was hardwired in her DNA to worry about her kids.
“Right, of course,” she murmured, blushing.
“You no worry. I take good care of i cherubini,” Nonna said. “Now, shoo.” She ushered us out of the house, barely giving me time to grab a jacket and my keys before she closed the door behind us.
“That woman is a tyrant,” I grumbled, shrugging into my jacket as I headed for the Aston Martin. There were a few cars in garage, including Isabella’s SUV which she carted the kids around in, and an vintage 1967 Mustang.
We drove toward the city, leaving the lush, green countryside behind for the bright lights and concrete of the heart of the city of Florence. I shifted gears effortlessly, weaving in and out of the traffic, my hand lying on Isabella’s thigh where her dress had ridden up when not on the gear stick.
Her skin was soft as my fingers stroked across it languidly, almost absently, as the radio played some jazz quietly. We didn’t speak, content to bask in the freedom of spending the night without the kids. Isabella rested her head back against the headrest, her body relaxed as a smile curled on the corners of her lips.
We had done many things for our previous anniversaries; the first three had been spent abroad, but Antonio’s and then the twin’s births had forced us to keep things relatively local.
Last year, with Isabella heavily pregnant, we had gone to Milan for the weekend to see the ballet and—per her request—for some shopping.
I had kept things relatively simple this year, putting more effort into the sentiment than the price. The ear-splitting grin that stretched across her face as we pulled up in front of the Grand Tower Hotel where we had stayed when our relationship was still new told me that I had gone the right route.
It brought back memories for both of us about the night I had told her that I was falling for her.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, sounding slightly overwhelmed. “Has it really been nine years?”
I nodded slowly. “As hard as it is to comprehend, yes.” The valet opened my car door, interrupting our moment, and I stepped out.
“Scratch my car and your job won’t be the only thing you lose,” I warned the kid, throwing him my keys and fifty euros before making my way around the car to let Isabella out.
She struggled to keep her dress down as she took my hand and stepped out of the car, smoothing her clothes down and grabbing her bag. She let me guide her into the hotel with my palm placed at the small of her back, the lobby just as I remembered it from all those years ago.
Even after all these years, I was still insanely proud to have her on my arm. I noticed the way the valet and several other people’s gazes lingered on her, and it made me feel smug that even at forty-three, I was able to have and hold on to such a beauty.
The dazed look of wonder on Isabella’s face turned to confusion as we passed by the front desk and restaurant, heading straight for the elevator.
She glanced up at me slyly, a small smile playing on her lips as we stepped inside, my hand casually slipping from the small of her back down to her ass.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re planning?” she questioned lightly. “Because I was under the impression that you were taking me out to dinner.”
I chuckled lightly, dipping my head down to kiss the base of her neck. I dragged my lips upward, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat until I reached her ear. My tongue darted out, tracing the outer shell of it before I diverted my attention to the sensitive skin behind it.
She whimpered softly, her body leaning back into me as she tilted her head, giving me more room.
“I want to have you all to myself tonight,” I murmured. “I want your focus to be solely on me at all times. I want to be able to strip you naked and spread you out across the table so that I can eat my dinner off your naked body without having to think about who’s watching.”
My words ended in a hiss as she pressed back, grounding her ass against the front of my slacks where my erection was already straining against the fabric.
She leaned her head back against my shoulder, peering up at me with her teeth firmly embedded in her bottom lip. She released, swallowing tightly as her tongue darted out, sweeping over her lips before she attempted to speak.
“Will you...can you...I want you to...No, I need you to be in control tonight,” she pleaded, her eyes wide as they beseeched me.
A shiver rolled down my spine at her words as heat and want curled in my gut. It had been too long since I’d had the privilege to having her on her knees, docile and obedient.
Dominating her was something that couldn’t be rushed; it was something that I needed to take my time with. The presence of the kids made it hard for either of us to find the time for anything more than a quickie. I needed both of our minds to be in the right place, and it was impossible to achieve that when we were worried your children might need you at any moment.
But tonight, I could take as long as I needed with her.
The keycard slipped into the slot of our room, flashing green as I pulled it out and entered the room with Isabella hot on my heels.
She walked slowly around the room, dragging her fingers across the sheets on the bed as she took it in.
“It’s exactly as I remember it,” she confided, turning to face me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the door, more interested in her than in the room. She sat on the bed, lounging back on it as she crossed her legs, making her dress ride up her thighs to an almost indecent level.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she tipped her head back, her chest bowing out as she breathed deeply. Wisps of hair fell around her face as her pink, pouty lips parted. Never had I seen a more sensual woman than my Bellezza, and I once again thanked God that she had chosen me over anyone else.
“Did you ever think we’d get here, married with three kids, the first time we came here?” she asked, lolling her head in my direction.
I pushed off the door as I shook my head. “I didn’t really know what to think back then. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was falling helplessly in love with you,” I admitted, a wry grin on my face as I took the bottle of champagne that I’d specifically asked to be placed in our room out of the ice bucket.
Two glass flutes sat on the small table in the corner, and I popped open the champagne, pouring the golden liquid into them.
“I think that was when I started to realize that my feelings were deeper than I was willing to admit to myself,” she admitted. “You scared the crap out of me, and I didn’t understand how you could tell me something like that and not expect anything in return. There was no motivation other than telling me how you felt, and that made me start to understand that love wasn’t something you earned or deserved. It was a gift given from one person to the other, selflessly.”
“My love is yours, mia Bellezza, until my last breath,” I vowed.
“And I shall cherish it as you do with mine,” she answered in return.
She suddenly felt too far away, and I took the glass flutes and strolled over to her, offering her one.
“To us,” I murmured, clinking my glass against hers. She must have seen the intensity in my eyes because she bit her lip, looking at me from under her lashes as her chest moved with her quickened breaths.
“To us,” she agreed.
The tension in the air shifted, humming and buzzing with electricity as my gaze bore deeply into hers. My skin prickled with awareness as I raised my drink to my lips, feeling the bubbles against my tongue as I swallowed it all down in one go.
“I shouldn’t really be drinking,” she reminded me. “Not when I’m breastfeeding.”
“Just one glass, to celebrate our marriage,” I coaxed her softly.
She relented easily, not really wanting to argue about something inconsequential when she actually wanted to indulge in that one glass. I didn’t miss the spark of excitement in her eyes as she took her first sip, the smile that had been playing on her lips since we left making her glow.
“What?” I asked, my smile matching hers.
“I feel so naughty drinking when I shouldn’t,” she explained, her tongue darting out to lick up any stray droplets that had slipped over her lips.
I chuckled, moving closer until my knees hit the end of the bed between her legs. I towered over her, reveling in my place of power above her.
“Such a bad, bad girl,” I murmured, lifting one knee and pressing it between her thighs.
Her eyelids drooped in lust as she watched and waited for my next move. I plucked the half-drunk flute of champagne from her hand, downing the contents before letting it drop on the carpeted floor.
“Do you submit?” I asked softly. I rolled my shoulders as I relaxed my muscles, my mind working a mile a minute as I decided where to take this.
She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine as she nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered.
I raised my hand, stroking my fingers against her soft skin before letting it coast down to her neck. I caressed it gently, feeling the muscles of her throat convulse and as she pressed herself into my touch, her eyes closing as she sunk further into her mind.
“Yes, what, Little One?” I asked, my voice firm.
It had been so long since I’d gotten my hands wrapped around it, and I missed the high of stealing her breath from her lungs only to give her an orgasm far beyond what she could have achieved without it.
“Yes, Papi,” she whimpered as my fingers flexed, tightening their hold slightly.
I slid my free hand across her ribs and around to her back. I gripped the zipper of her dress, pulling it down achingly slow as her back bowed forward. Once it could go no further I released it, the fabric now loose as it draped over her upper half.
She shifted, squirming beneath me as I dragged her dress down to her hips. Her soft, plump tits were bigger and more sensitive now than they once were from breastfeeding, sagging slightly.
Her body wasn’t exactly the same as it used to be, the stretch marks across her stomach silently telling stories of how she’d carried my children and her widened hips speaking of a place they had rested as she carried them.
I moved my body back as my fingers danced over her skin, intentionally skipping over her tits as they tickled her sides and swept over her stomach.
“Hips up,” I ordered, tugging her dress down further as she complied. She was now completely naked apart from her heels and jewelry, and I allowed my gaze to wander over her hungrily.
She squirmed uncomfortably under my gaze, anxious and self-conscious at my blatant staring. I cupped her face with my hands, crashing my lips to hers. I sucked and nipped at her lips, my tongue diving between her parted lips and tangling with her own. She didn’t fight me as I took control, dominating her mouth as I would later do to her body.
“So fucking beautiful,” I breathed against her lips, feeling some of the tension evaporate from her shoulders.
She whined as I pulled back, trying to tug me back down by her grip on my hair, but I resisted, chuckling at her disappointed pout.
I took hold of her fleshy hips, causing her to squeal and giggle as I picked her up and switched places with her. I sat on the end of the bed, while she stood between my legs.
“Spread your legs for me,” I instructed, my gaze now transfixed on her little pink pussy. She obeyed, her slick folds parting and her clit peeking out as I ran my hands over her thighs.
“You’re already so wet for me,” I murmured, leaning forward and placing a kiss on it. Her hips bucked forward, and she let out a breathless mewl as her fingers descended into my hair. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I groaned against her flesh, unable to stop my tongue from darting out to taste her.
It slipped between her folds, flattening out as I lapped at her from bottom to top, pausing to suck on her clit.
“Papi,” she moaned, rocking her hips against my face. It took everything within me to pull back before she came, licking her juices off my lips as I did so.
“No,” she whined. “Please, Papi, I need to cum.”
“Later,” I told her.
Frustration bloomed on her face as she stared at me, part of her wanting to complain about the merciless teasing that I had just subjected her to, but the other part knowing that there was no point.
She sighed, struggling to pull back her emotions and slip back into the place she had been.
“Soon,” I placated her. “Now, over my lap.”
She moved grudgingly to do as she was told, and while her attitude left something to be desired, I knew that a spanking would put her right back where she needed to be. She draped herself over my spread legs, her feet off the ground and her ass pointed high over the center of my lap.
“Arms behind your back,” I ordered, and she clasped her hands together in the small of her back. I used one hand to keep them there, knowing that she would be tempted to move them at some point and also reaffirming my control over her.
Her position over my lap meant that she was completely reliant on me keeping her steady since the only thing she was touching was my legs. Her nudity against my fully clothed body made her feel vulnerable and powerless, and it was these things that I was counting on to subtly arouse her.
I didn't rush as my palms dragged over the curve of her ass, kneading and massaging her cheeks, alternatively pulling them apart and pushing them together. The very thought of taking her in her little puckered hole had lust surging through me.
“You have such a pretty little ass, mia Bellezza. Maybe I’ll take you there tonight,” I cooed, feeling her shudder and whimper as she shifted against my lap, trying to rub her thighs together.
She cried out as my hand came down on her ass in reprimand. “Keep those dirty little thighs of yours apart.” I growled, my hand slipping down to her drenched pussy and rubbing it softly. “The only pleasure your little pussy will be receiving is from me. Understood?”
“Yes, Papi,” she whimpered pitifully.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to spank your little ass, and I want you to lay still. Can you do that for me?”
She agreed quietly, shifting somewhat nervously for what was to come. I didn’t give her any warning before my hand came down on her ass, the tips of my fingers slipping down between her legs to where she was wet and needy.
She sucked in a harsh breath before releasing a soft moan. A shudder wracked through her body as she fought against the instinct to buck and rub her pussy against my thigh.
I didn’t intend to make this painful since it wasn’t a punishment, so I opted for an erotic spanking, the sting of my palm mixed with my fingers stroking her pussy working her up into a frenzy.
My hand came down again, lingering longer as I stroked her swollen lips, teasing her by not entering her.
I groaned. “You’re so soft and slick, mia Bellezza.”
For each spank I gave her, I allowed my fingers to sweep more thoroughly over her swollen pussy lips without truly giving her the friction she needed to orgasm. I stimulated her, not only her body but also her mind in this way, leaving her helpless and at my mercy.
I could feel her frustration mounting with each pass of my fingers, even as they finally dipped inside. She trembled, the feel of my fingers dragging across her sopping wet labia almost too much to handle as she started squirming.
I purposefully avoided her clit and her entrance, swirling my fingers in her arousal and feeling the silken heat of her flesh. I could read her like a book, and all the signals were pointing toward an impending orgasm. The way the muscles of her thighs tensed, flexing and clenching, along with her uneven breaths and the light sheen of perspiration forming over her skin—told me that it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
Her ass, once a sun-kissed bronze, was now inflamed with dark pink from where my hand had spanked, alternating from the center of her ass to the curves.
I was shocked by just how much I had missed it: the feel of her flesh giving way beneath the force of my hand, the wanton cries of pain and pleasure mixed together, and the squirming of her body against my thighs as she struggled to stay composed.
Here, in this hotel room, she was not a mother of three or a housewife; she was my little girl, ready to serve me in any way I deemed fit. There was something about the way she was leaking down her thighs and onto my slacks as she begged me for some kind of relief that gave me a power high. Her body and mind were greedy for my touch, malleable to my instruction, and obedient to my demands.
No matter what anyone had to say on the matter, it took a strong woman to let a man dominate her like I so loved. To be degraded and humiliated to the point of feeling small and insignificant, and yet love every minute of it, took more strength that even I possessed.
She had to put away every grain of pride and trust someone blindly to give her what her needed. Her faith and trust in me was what fueled me onward. It was that and her reactions that caused my hard, throbbing cock to dig into the soft skin of her belly through my slacks as it twitched and wept.
“Oh, Papi!” she wailed desperately, her words choked. “I need...need to cum. Please!”
I had to physically restrain her as she bucked and shifted impatiently in my lap.
“You will cum only when I say you will,” I told her as calmly as I was able with her rubbing up against my erection. My hand hit her ass with a sharp smack. “Keep still,” I ordered.
She stilled, but it wasn’t without great difficulty, tremors still working their way through her body. I dragged a lone finger down her spine, feeling her shudder in response. Instead of going back to my own imaginative torture, I stroked the hot flesh of her ass, easing some of the tension and bruising.
“Do you think you deserve to cum, mia Bellezza? I asked softly.
She was silent for a moment, going over my question in her head as she tried to figure out the appropriate response. She knew better than to assume what I was thinking, especially in a situation that could potentially lead to another spanking, this time a punishment one.
“If it pleases you,” she finally murmured.
“If it pleases me, huh? And what if it pleased me to continue teasing you, leaving you teetering on the edge while I turn your ass a nice shade of red?” I taunted.
She swallowed. “Your little girl will take whatever her Papi desires to give her.”
“Good answer,” I informed her, rather proud of how she had put my needs in front of hers like a good little submissive. My fingers moved without warning or premeditation, simply diving between her legs and thrusting up into her.
She cried out, her walls fluttering and clenching around me as her voice faded into breathless keens and whimpers.
“Shhh,” I murmured, running my free hand through her hair. I flexed my fingers abruptly, twisting and curling them as I search out that elusive spot. It was only when she screamed, a gush of arousal dripping down onto my hand, and bucked her hips furiously that I knew I had found it.
“You may cum.”
Those three little words were a like a switch as her body stiffened, the tremors starting off small before her whole body started shaking and writhing. She made no attempt to hold back her screams and sobs, incoherent babblings falling freely from her lips as she came. Her walls clamped and spasmed around my fingers as I thrust them in and out, prolonging her release as she flew, soaring high before spiraling back down to earth.
It had been much too long since I had given her an orgasm of that intensity, so I wasn’t too worried when she went limp, quivers running through her as she panted heavily. I moved her with quick efficiency, turning and lifting her into my arms. Her head burrowed in the juncture between my shoulder as quiet whimpers escaped her, and I ran a hand through her hair, murmuring words of praise.
“You did so good, Little One,” I murmured, standing up with her still in my arms and laying her face down on the bed. “Papi’s so proud of you.”
She moved sluggishly, tucking her arms under her head as she turned her face to the side, her skin flushed and her hair sticking to her forehead. She blinked a few times, glancing up at me from under her long lashes with a lazy smile. She didn’t say anything, but her expression was enough for me to know that I was giving her exactly what she needed, and she was enjoying every second of it.
I sent out a silent prayer of thanks that I’d thought to come to our room earlier in the day to prepare. I grabbed a water bottle, uncapping it and offering it to her before I retreated to the bathroom to fetch some condoms, a towel, and some lubrication that doubled as a moisturizer, which I had purchased earlier.
By the time I came back into the room, she was looking much more alive and coherent, propped up on her elbows, her tousled hair falling down over her shoulders as she watched me.
I flashed her a seductive smirk, pulling off my shirt and undershirt, feeling some pride in the way her eyes roamed my chest hungrily. I kept myself in shape since it would do me no good to be fat and weak with three kids and a young wife.
I climbed up onto the bed, kneeling beside her as I flicked open the lid of the oil. “Just relax and enjoy,” I told her with a wink. I poured a puddle of lubrication into my palm, rubbing my hands together to warm it before throwing a leg over her body so that I was straddling her lower back.
She hummed, shifting slightly beneath me as I pressed my hands into her shoulder, digging my fingers into her skin and massaging the kinks out of it.
“Hmm, Papi,” she moaned softly. Any tension evaporated from her body as I continued moving my hands over her, my lips unable to resist the temptation of latching on to her neck.
She deserved to be pampered like a goddess, and I did my best to show her through my actions how much I appreciated and loved everything she did for me. We had overcome so much together over the years, and times like this reminded me of that.
I kneaded her muscles, her soft, supple curves fitting perfectly into my palms. I was content to focus on her tonight, pushing my own need to the side for the time being. It was only a matter of time before my turgid, throbbing cock would find satisfaction, and I held enough patience to wait.
“Knees up,” I commanded.
She sighed sweetly, wriggling into a more comfortable position as she raised her lower half up by her knees. She spread her legs without direction, opening her body up to me without question or hesitation.
“Good girl,” I murmured, pouring more lubricant onto my palm before turning my attention to her ass. I soothed away the sting of her earlier spanking before spreading apart her cheeks and slowly working between them. She stiffened slightly as my fingers grazed her little puckered hole, and I was quick to ease any fears that may have arisen.
“Shhh, relax for me, mia Bellezza,” I instructed. It had been a year or two since we had attempted anything anally because, like dominating her, it was something that took time. She let out a breath, loosening her tensed muscles and pushing back against me in a silent plea for more.
I removed my hands and discarded the rest of my clothes before ripping open a condom and slipping it on. As much as I detested being restricted like that, Isabella was adamant that she was in no way ready for more kids, and since her shot wasn’t a hundred percent reliable—the twins had proven that—condoms had been placed back on the table as extra precaution.
I kneeled behind her, guiding my cock between her legs as I replenished my supply of oil and continued working on her ass. I entered her pussy, feeling her clench and squeeze me in familiar welcome. She wasn’t as tight as she had once been—three kids had seen to that—but it didn’t make being inside her any less satisfying. She was still snug around me, her pussy hot and wet as I slowly eased a finger into her ass.
“Fuck,” she hissed, trembling as I carefully thrust my finger in time with the rocking of my hips. I splayed my free hand out over her lower back, silently reminding her that I was there.
“Does that feel good, Little One?” I asked, adding another finger. “Do you like it when Papi plays with your ass?”
“Papi,” she moaned, the sound low and needy as she pushed back against me. I felt her stretching around my fingers, her ass opening for me bit by bit as I fucked her in slow, short strokes.
She wasn’t quiet or restrained like she usually was, with no kids to hear the sounds of wanton pleasure escaping her lips. The room filled with a chorus of grunts and strained groans as her pussy convulsed around me, tightening its hold as my fingers scissored, stretching her further so that she would be ready to take my cock inside her.
“You want it, don’t you, you dirty girl? You want Papi’s cock in your ass,” I ground out, my fingers thrusting roughly in and out of her now slick hole. “Tell me!”
“Yes,” she moaned out. “I n-need your cock in my ass.”
“Such a little cockslut. You don’t even care where I put my cock as long as it's inside you,” I taunted, drawing my hips back. I was so close already, the pain of wanting her, the unbridled need churning in my gut, making it hard for me to remain in control. I grappled with it, knowing better than to cum before getting to the main event. Another downside of age was that it took longer for me to gain and recover erections. Each one counted now, and I wasn’t about to ruin our night by wasting one before getting inside.
I was slick with her juices as I pulled my cock out of her, despite her breathless protests. She was as desperate—maybe even more so—as when I had her over my lap, once again teetering on the edge of an orgasm as I dragged the swollen, blunt tip up her crack before pushing against her puckered hole.
“You ready?” I grunted. “You want this?”
She knew that I was asking for confirmation, consent, to enter her, and she didn’t hesitate to give me what I needed.
“You have no idea how much,” she breathed, her words a promise as she surrendered her body to me completely, trusting me explicitly.
With one hand, I guided myself forward, pressing against the persistent tightness of her hole. I cautiously pushed until the ring of muscle surrounding her entrance started to give way.
My mouth fell open in a silent cry of excruciating pleasure, my forehead dropping to rest against her back. I stopped when the head slipped in, my breathing ragged as she tensed below me. Her ass was so tight that it was almost painful, and I had to grit my teeth to not cum right there and then.
I reached between her legs, stroking her clit softly as she let out a whoosh of air, the tension draining from her body.
“Keep going...please!” she croaked, the desperation and need in her voice uncloaked.
I swallowed tightly, sucking in a steadying breath before sinking further into her body.
“Holy fuck!” I bit out from between my clenched teeth. “Are you okay? Fuck, I need to know if you’re okay.” My words came out in a babble, the effort that I exerted to say them evaporating as quickly as it had bubbled up.
“Yes.” Her head jerked up and down in a nod as she struggled not to let everything overwhelm her.
“Relax, mia Bellezza. Relax for me,” I murmured, coaxing her body to loosen as my fingers absently rubbed her clit. She breathed out heavily, bit by bit, listening to my instruction and allowing me to slip just a little deeper inside of her.
The groan that left her mouth when my hips pulled back infinitesimally could only be described as guttural, and I pushed back in, easing more of my cock inside of her. It took every ounce of my control to push back my instincts that screamed at me to thrust hard and fast, and I forced myself to continue to push and pull, gradually getting deeper and deeper.
Her body was adjusting, accepting me inside the further I got in. Our groans twined together when my hips finally pressed flush to her ass. I was almost overcome, my muscles straining as she let out a high whine like that of an injured animal, but it was a good sound. Her desperation and need had reached new heights, every pore attuned to me and begging for release from the pressure, and she howled in response to it.
Being inside of her like this was overwhelming, my emotions pinging up and down, twisting me up. It was strange and frightening, yet so good and exquisite. The sight of my cock stretching and filling her had me shuddering, an indescribable noise rumbling through my chest. A hot surge of lust ravaged through me, a deep possessiveness rearing up, whispering to me how I owned her in every possible way.
It was wrong, dirty, illicit, and I loved every second of it. I could feel a trickle of sweat fall down my neck as I spread her legs wider with mine and pressed more of my weight down on her, the firm plane of my chest pushing against her delicate spine.
My teeth sunk into the tender flesh of her shoulder, sucking and nibbling it, her ass tightening its vise-like grip as we waited for her body to adjust to mine.
“Move,” she growled, the sound low and throaty. It was a demand, a request for satisfaction, and I reacted to it instantly, my hips pulling back slowly, savoring the feel of her before I thrust back in.
“Does this feel good?” I spat, my mind intoxicated as the lust swirled around it in a haze.
“Yes,” she exhaled in a shaky moan. “So full, Papi, so fucking full.”
I could barely control myself when I was like this, my limbs moving without conscious thought, wrapping the tendrils of her hair around my fist and yanking back harshly.
She screamed, almost sobbing as my hips jerked in rough, quick thrusts, slowly building up to more.
The sound of my hips slapping against her ass was almost my undoing, an inhuman snarl escaping me as I attacked her throat, marking her with wild abandon. She arched into me, driving back into me.
“Can you feel me,” I sneered, my lips against her ear, “invading your little body, fucking you like you’re a dog, a bitch in heat?”
“Yes!” she squealed. The slender column of her throat was exposed to me with the sharp grip I had on her hair, forcing her head back to an almost painful degree.
I moved the hand that had been resting on her pubic bone, dragging it up to one of her plump tits and groping it roughly. She hissed, her nipples already sensitive as I swiped my thumb over the taut bud.
I shifted my body backward, pulling her back into me as I rested on my haunches. I released her hair, letting her upper half collapse into the rumpled sheets, and palmed her fleshy hips, my rhythm never faltering.
Her knuckles were white as she fisted the sheets, practically tearing them apart as she slammed back, forcing my cock deeper inside her.
“Yeah, that’s it, Little One,” I encouraged, dipping one hand down to fondle her clit. I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I needed to feel her cum.
She mewled and screeched, wordless noises escaping her as she took from me, her pussy surpassing wet, and my fingers rubbed her slick, engorged clit.
“I need...you...to cum...for me,” I grunted out between thrusts.
I hadn’t anticipated the suddenness of her orgasm, the scream that left her lips almost frightening in its intensity. I jerked against her, the walls around me pulsing and squeezing, milking my cock for all it was worth as I pumped my cock erratically a few times before exploding, spilling heavily into the condom.
I felt as though my head was underwater, the howls and snarls distant as I shuddered, sparks dancing behind my tightly shut eyelids. Some distant part of me was aware that I had collapsed on top of Isabella, my full weight resting on top of her, crushing her under my 200-pound body.
My limbs were jellied, unwilling to move as I somehow managed to drag our bodies onto our sides, my cock softening inside of her. She was silent, her harsh breaths and heaving body the only indication that she was still with me.
My fingers were clumsy as I slipped out of her body, taking off the condom and tying a knot in it before throwing it in the trashcan by the bed. I slumped onto my back, arms and legs spread out as I attempted to catch my breath, my heart galloping in my chest.
Isabella eventually rolled over, pressing her forehead into the top of my bicep and grasping my hand. The contact, while minimal, was all either of us could handle. We were both hot and raw, our skin tingling in a near uncomfortable manner.
I lazily brushed her wet hair out of her face, taking in the flush of her skin and the dazed look in her eyes. She smiled at me, peeking up from under her eyelashes. No words were needed between us as we stared into each other’s eyes, our fingers dancing idly over slick, sticky skin.
Our touches conveyed love and contentment, our bodies gratified and our needs fulfilled. Our lips sought out each other, swollen flesh molding together slowly and carefully after the harsh fucking we had just indulged in.
Her fingers skimmed through my hair, winding and tugging gently at the locks as we breathed each other in, sharing lips, tongues, and air.
We eventually got up, taking a shower together where I made sweet love to her, as my wife. We had been near oblivious to the water cascading over us as she clung to me, arms and legs wrapped securely around my waist as I slid in and out of her, our eyes always connected.
Once dry and cozy in our hotel robes, we’d called to check in at home and ordered room service. We ate and talked, catching up on all the things we had missed out in each other’s lives before falling asleep naked, our bodies entwined.
We made love once more in the middle of the night, whispering sweet words as I lay on top of her, thrusting slowly until we both drifted back to sleep.
I woke up to her mouth wrapped around my cock, and after I came, I was quick to reciprocate.
It was still early when we left, a hearty breakfast in our stomachs and a longing to see our children in our hearts. There was a sense of wistfulness that clung to us on the drive home, memories of how our anniversary tryst had once been the norm between us. Our passion had by no means fizzled out, but it was contained, only to be released on nights like we had just experienced.
I realized, though, that it was a part of growing and expanding as a person. I did not regret marrying Isabella and having kids, even if those things had come at a price. Sacrifice was a natural part of life, a natural part of love. The responsibility for my family that I held was not something I would ever relinquish; they were the focus and the center of my world.
To think that ten years ago I had been a lonely bachelor, pining away for something I had become convinced didn’t exist. Now, everything dreamed of was right in front of me. Not that it hadn’t come without difficulties, but we, Isabella and I, had prevailed over everything thrown at us.
Yes, there were things that I wished I could change about my life, mistakes and harsh words that I wanted to take back, but they had all played a hand in making me the man I was today.
The welcome we received upon arriving back at the house solidified that I was now not merely content, but held the kind of happiness inside me that could not be extinguished. As long as I had my wife and children by my side, I was certain that never a more grateful and happier man could be found, kinks, fetishes and all.
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Papi = Daddy.Bellezza = Beauty.
Angioletto = Angel
Bambina = Baby-Girl
Campione = Champion
I Cherubini = the Cherubs
Dannazione, mi sei mancata oggi. = Damn, I've missed you today.
Mi sei mancata, anche = I missed you, too.
Come stai, Nonna? = How are you, Grandmother?
E il Nonno = And grandfather?
Bene, bene = Fine, fine
AN: It is sad to see this come to an end, but I hope to continue writing outtakes for it.
In case any of you are confused, this is the timeline of their relationship:
dated =1
engaged= 2
married before kids = 2
after kids = 4
Age:
Isabella = 32
Edward = 43
Antonio = 3
Elisabetta =
Gabriella =
