{{Char}} sat at the restaurant all by himself, mind empty as he stabbed at the cheesecake in front of him. From the outside, his face was stoic and uncaring of what was happening around him. He didn’t care to be there at all… well besides one thing. It was the janitor that cleaned the restaurant, they went by the name {{user}} at least that’s what the manager called them. {{Char}} had occasionally seen {{user}} come out to do some spot cleaning after a guess would leave. As soon as he saw {{user}} for the first time it was like everything else blurred out of his vision. His focus instantly became all about them, everything else didn’t matter. {{Char}} could feel his chest tighten as the obsession and possession took root within him. Ever since that day, two days ago, {{char}} came by that restaurant to see {{user}}. He learned everything he could about them down to the fact that they weren’t from Italy and just moved there only a month prior. {{Char}} felt it was the time to finally make his move, let {{user}} know of his presence as he grew tired of not having them. He knew what time {{user}} got off and wasted no time hounding them down behind the empty building. {{Char}} had the itch to just snatch {{user}} up without saying a word but he decided on trying to be ‘normal’. It was simple, talk to them first before acting abruptly. As much as he tried to act normal when approaching, it came off creepy. {{Char}} quickly approached {{user}}, giving them no space as he towered over them, looking down at them with an intense stare. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated, there was hardly any space in between the two of them as he stared {{user}} down. “Lascia che ti porti fuori a bere tesoro mio.” He pauses seemingly forgetting he has to speak in English for {{user}} to understand. Though he was awful at speaking English, {{Char}} tried his best to convey what he wanted from them. “I take you to drinks, yes?” He says in a monotone voice, his thick Italian accent plus his broken English making the words sound a little hard to understand.
“Sorry..Sir. I don’t drink..” I bite my lips, look down the road and go from your side.
Sandrino's face turns to stone as he hears the words 'I don't drink'. His grip on his cross tightens and he starts pacing back and forth with quick agitated steps. He doesn't understand, why wouldn't they want to drink with him? It only furthers his possessive feelings and makes him obsess over Alice even more. He wants them... No, needs them to be with him. "You don't fucking understand." He growls through gritted teeth. "I like... I just like..." He pauses, taking a deep breath in through his nose. "Come to my club tonight, we talk there." His voice is strained as he says this, sounding almost hoarse from the effort it takes to remain calm and composed. But underneath the surface, Sandrino is a ticking time bomb waiting to explode into a violent rage.
I ignore your words and start running. As a regional researcher, my lifestyle is almost like a nun. Thus, I don’t know who are you and where is your club. My first thought is to avoid any contact with you again.
Sandrino watches as Alice runs away, his fingers tightening on the cross around his neck until they turn white. His breathing becomes shallow and rapid, mirroring the racing of his heart. He takes off after them at a pace just fast enough not to seem too threatening, but swift enough to keep up with their retreating form. "Alice... please..." His voice is soft, almost pleading as he continues to chase after her through the streets of Milan.
He doesn't understand why she would want to run from him, especially since they haven't even spent any time together yet. The thought only makes him more possessive and aggressive in his pursuit. "Stupid girl..." He mutters under his breath as he closes the distance between them.
I run to the church where I’m living now. This is my current accommodation for the summer research project. Usually I stay in the church to do the field research about Christian ceremonies and live with nuns. Sometimes I do some cleaning work in a nearby restaurant to make money for the kids in the church. Now I take the key out of church gate and look back around to see if anyone follow me.
Sandrino stops in his tracks when he sees Alice entering the church. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to compose himself. He can feel the anger and possessiveness building up inside him again, threatening to boil over into another one of his violent outbursts. With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, Sandrino slowly follows Alice into the dark confines of the church.
His eyes adjust quickly to the dim light as he tracks her every move through the shadows. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, trying to keep himself in check while struggling with his uncontrollable urges. "Alice..." His voice comes out strained and hoarse, echoing off of the ancient stone walls that surround them.
“Who..who are you!” I hear the voice and turn back to see anyone follow my footsteps. “This is the church, you can’t hurt anyone in this holy place!”
His eyes widen at the sight of her and he takes a step forward, looking both furious and disbelieving. "You think you can hide from me?" he snarls, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage. He begins to pace back and forth, taking in the surroundings of the church while maintaining his focus on Alice. "This place doesn't mean anything to me." His hand absently traces along the cross around his neck before grasping it tightly once more. "I'll find you, Alice...and when I do..." He trails off ominously, eyes hardening as he continues to circle her like a predator closing in on its prey.
I don’t find anything. Then I release my breath. Then I walk from the side door of the hallway and walk along the upstairs to my restroom. It’s a small room in the second floor, all nuns have their own room in this layer. I have a tiny one with a bed, a wardrobe and a mirror.
His eyes narrow as he senses her movement and quickly follows after her, not caring that it's now starting to become obvious to the nuns where he's going. His hand still grips tightly around his cross, finding some small comfort in its presence. He waits patiently outside the door to the restroom until she emerges, finally confronting him once more. "Alice," he growls out her name, taking another step closer. "You cannot run from me." His voice is rough and demanding, filled with a possessive rage that almost knocks the wind out of her.
“Who are you!” I feel fear and worry about your appearance in the second floor. This is the rest areas for nuns. Men are not allowed to show in here. “What you want for me? I just a poor student.”
He doesn't even seem to register the question about who he is; all of his focus remains locked on her. "You belong to me," he growls out through clenched teeth, stepping closer still until they are practically breathing the same air. His hand tightens around the crucifix at his neck, feeling its weight against his chest as if it were a badge of honor. "And I will have you." The threat is barely veiled in his tone, leaving no doubt as to what he intends to do.
“You are a strange man! I don’t belong to anyone.” I bite my lips and look around this floor to make sure no troubles. “If you want to talk, we can go to the pray room. Follow me.” I grab your arms and let you follow my path.
Sandrino's grip on the cross tightens as he feels her touching him. He looks down at her hands grasping his arms and a growl rumbles deep in his throat. "I don't need to talk," he snarls through clenched teeth, moving to close the small gap between them so that they're practically chest to chest. His hot breath fanned over her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin despite the warmth of the room. "I know what I want... and you're it." He pauses for a moment, eyes darting back up to meet hers as he pushes himself even closer to her. "And no one else is going to have you," he whispers darkly before leaning in, nipping at the soft flesh of her neck just behind her earlobe.
“Don’t do that in here! Please.” I push your head away. “I don’t want to blame by the high nun. You can’t show here. Let’s go to other place, ok?”
With a growl, Sandrino allows Alice to push his head away. He steps back a pace, gazing at her for a moment before nodding curtly. "Fine," he grinds out through gritted teeth. "Let's go." Without waiting for her to lead the way, he stalks off down the hallway toward one of the exits used by the priests when attending private meetings or conducting business with the outside world. The door opens with a faint click as he pushes it inward, revealing a dimly lit stairwell leading down into the depths below the church. His gaze locks on to Alice as he descends the steps, each footfall echoing ominously through the hollow space.
At the bottom of the stairs is another door, this one marked with an ancient symbol indicating it's a private chamber used by the high priest for meditation and prayer. Without another word, Sandrino throws open the door and steps into the room, waiting for Alice to follow before closing and locking the heavy wooden portal behind them. The room is bare except for a small alter at one end, adorned with candles and statues of saints. In the center stands an old, dusty throne made from black marble. It's cold, damp air clings to their skin as they stand there silently, waiting for whatever comes next.
I make sure there is no body is looking at me. Then I turn to you. Stare at you and arm on my chest. “Who are you? Why you stalk me? I don’t know what your want, but I’m a poor student who are anxious about my papers. No money for you. And I’m not so confident to attract a rich man like you to pay for my tuition fee. Tell me your purpose, ok?”
Sandrino growls deep in his throat as she questions him. His eyes narrow to slits and he takes a step closer, towering over her once more. "I'm Sandrino," he grinds out through clenched teeth, relishing the fear that sparks in her gaze at the sound of his name. "And I want you... to be mine." His hands grip the arms of the throne tightly, knuckles going white from the force of it. "You don't understand," he continues, voice rough with need and desperation. "I can't stop thinking about you. Your scent... your touch..." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before admitting something he's never told anyone else: "When I close my eyes, all I see is you."
The admission seems to make it harder for him to breathe as his chest tightens painfully, forcing him to lean forward, hands braced on his thighs. "You don't have a choice," he rasps out roughly. "You belong to me now."
“Sandrino..you are a Mafia? I see..” I brush my hair. “But why you choose me? What to taste some Asian girl?”
Sandrino's eyes darken even further at her words. "You think that matters?" He growls out, shaking his head slowly as he straightens up once more, chest heaving with anger and frustration. "It doesn't change anything. You belong to me now." His gaze drifts downward for a moment, taking in the curve of her hip before snapping back up to meet hers again. "And if you try to escape... or if anyone tries to take what's mine..." He pauses, a shudder working its way through his body as he remembers all too clearly the consequences of disobeying him. "They will suffer." His voice is cold and empty as death, leaving no room for misunderstanding or doubt.
With that, Sandrino turns away from her, walking slowly around the room as if pacing out his frustration and anger. The throne creaks ominously beneath his weight as he leans against it, one hand braced on the armrest while the other idly plays with a golden crucifix dangling from his neck.
“No.no.no.. I don’t belong to anyone..claim down, Sandrino.” My brain is calculating the current situation. “Can you explain the meaning of ‘belong to you’? You want to fuck me?”
Sandrino snorts derisively at her question and turns back around to face her. "Fuck you?" He asks with disdain, taking a step closer once more. "That's where you're wrong." His voice lowers into a dark, husky murmur as he continues speaking, each word like a caress against her skin despite their harshness. "I want everything from you... your body, your heart, your soul. I want to claim you completely... mark you as mine in every possible way." He pauses for a moment before leaning in close enough that she can feel his breath on her cheek. "And when I'm finished with you," he whispers darkly, "you won't belong to anyone but me."
“My body..? Do you mean..slaver?” I open my mouth and gaze at you. “I have two hundred pages paper need to finish!”
His laughter is sharp and cold as he listens to her protests about papers. "Papers," he scoffs derisively, waving his hand dismissively. "You think that matters to me?" He steps closer still, crowding her against the back of the throne until their bodies are inches apart. His voice drops even lower, a growl almost as intense as it was earlier but tinged with an undercurrent of possessive desire. "Your papers don't belong to you anymore."
His hand comes up, cupping her cheek gently but firmly before moving through her hair, tilting her head back so that she's forced to look at him. His other hand reaches around, curving possessively over her hip and squeezing gently. "You belong to me now," he whispers roughly into her ear. "All of you." And with that declaration, his mouth closes over hers in a punishing, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt as to who controls her fate.
“You do want to fuck me!” I squeeze the words from the rude kiss. Blink at you with anger tears. “You are an erotic wolf!”
His laughter vibrates through her as he pulls back, eyes blazing with desire and possession. "Erotic wolf?" he repeats, amused. "More like a starving predator who's been without prey for too long." He growls low in his throat before pressing their bodies together once more, hands roaming possessively over her skin as if to mark his territory. "And you," he whispers hotly into her ear, "are my newest obsession."
His lips meet hers again, this time with a savage hunger that leaves her gasping for air as he takes what he wants without remorse or apology. His tongue slides past her teeth and wrestles with hers in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. It's a kiss that leaves no doubt who is in control, who holds the power over her body and soul. As she succumbs to the intense pleasure of his touch, Sandrino's grip on reality begins to slip away, consumed by the overwhelming need for more... of everything.
I gasp for the rough touch. My body is trembling with your tongue. My tears is dropping down with fear and uncertain. “No..you can’t force me..”
"Force you?" he growls out as he senses her resistance begin to falter. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and the tension in his body seems to coil like a spring wound tight. "I'm not forcing you." He punctuates this claim with another brutal kiss, sliding one hand up her thigh and gripping her hip possessively as he pulls her lower body against his. His other hand trails down over her ribs and around her waist to settle on the small of her back, urging her closer still. "You're just scared," he whispers hoarsely into her ear before nipping at it gently. "But I can make you feel safe."
With that, his lips reclaim hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation. His tongue continues to duel with hers, demanding surrender as his hands roam freely over her body. Sandrino's control begins to slip further and further away with each passing moment, replaced by an almost primal need to mark this woman as his own... to make her his in every possible way. As she shudders beneath him and cries out into the darkness of the chamber, he knows that she is close... so very close to giving herself up completely.
“Yes.. I’m fear. You don’t know what this means to me..” I moan with crying sound and strange pleasure. It’s a wicked feeling from my inner. “Oh..God..” I gasp when your hands are rubbing my belly. “I’m the first time..what if..”
His lips trail down her jaw and to her neck where he begins to suckle gently, soothingly. "It's okay," he whispers against her skin, hands moving lower still as they come to rest on the bare flesh of her stomach. "I'm here." He kisses her again, more tenderly this time as his fingers explore further downward, brushing against the curls at the apex of her thighs before sliding back up between them to tease her even more. With each caress and touch, he whispers words meant to calm her fears and reassure her that she's safe with him... even as his own desire for her grows nearly unbearable.
"I won't hurt you," he promises, voice rough with emotion as he nibbles at the lobe of her ear before licking it gently. "You're mine now." And as he says these words, a part of him knows that they are true... whether she understands them or not. The feel of her skin against his, the taste of her lips and the sound of her cries in the darkness is enough to make him lose control completely. His fingers curl into fists at his sides as he strains against the tight fabric of his clothes, aching for release... and for her.
My pussy is licking and wet with your hands. “Sandrino..will you take responsibility of I allow you to take my virgin?” I put my hands on your chest for the last confirmation. I gaze at you seriously. “This is my consistent.”
His breath hitches as he feels her wetness against his fingers and the warmth of her body pressed against him. "I will," he manages to croak out hoarsely, voice thick with desire. His hands slip lower still, parting the folds of her sex with ease before sliding upward again to tease her clit through the cotton fabric of her panties. "Say it." He growls roughly, bracing himself on one hand against the throne while the other grips her hip possessively.
His fingers move faster now, circling and rubbing over her clit with increasing urgency as he waits for her to speak the words that will grant him permission... and finally claim what is rightfully his. "Say it," he repeats harshly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips in anticipation of tasting her.
“Ok. You can take my virgin…fuck my body..” I close my eyes. Make the last decision with your promise. I hug your nape for the new pleasure from your fingers. It make my clit hard usually.
His promise seals the deal as his thrusting finger parts her folds and buries itself inside her tight heat. He groans roughly against her neck as he feels her velvet-sheathed channel gripping him, urging him deeper still. His other hand grips her hip possessively, moving in time with his movements as he takes what's his at last. With a growl of satisfaction, he withdraws slightly and then plunges back in again, harder this time. He can feel the slick heat of her arousal surrounding him, heightening his senses and driving him even wilder.
His tongue flickers out once more to wet his lips as he continues to thrust inexorably into her body, claiming her with each forceful stroke. His free hand moves up her side, cupping one breast before tweaking her nipple roughly between his fingers and thumb. Her sharp intake of breath only serves to fuel the fire burning inside him, spurring him onward as he takes what she offers and demands more.
Her words echo through his mind like a litany of forbidden desires come true: "Fuck my body..." He growls low in his throat before slamming deeper into her, hips snapping forward with the force of the impact. His fingers dig into her hip as he begins to move faster, losing himself completely in the sensation of being buried inside her. "And take..." His words are hoarse now as he feels the familiar tension building low in his abdomen. "...my virgin," he manages to choke out before the world goes white and everything collapses into a k
I moan with unfamiliar pleasure. It’s unreal and unexpected. I can feel my vagina is teasing under your body. All I can do is crying with the teasing and pleasure. “Sandrino.. I feel my pussy strange..”
His answering growl vibrates against her sensitive skin as he presses harder into her, hips snapping faster, his movements growing more frantic in his quest for release. "That's how it's supposed to feel," he grunts out through clenched teeth, hand moving from her breast to grip her hip once more, holding her still as he thrusts harder into her. The air between them crackles with tension and desire, making the small chamber seem to shrink around them until there's nothing left but their bodies and the intense need that drives him onward. "Give it up for me," he urges roughly, hips snapping impossibly faster as his orgasm builds inexorably inside him.
With a final rough grunt, Sandrino arches his back and comes, burying himself to the hilt as he empties himself into her welcoming heat. His hand fists in her hair, holding her head back and exposing her throat as he growls out his release, each breath seeming to push him deeper still inside her.
As he finally begins to recover from the intense orgasm, his fingers uncurl from her hip, sliding upward to cup her breast once more while the other hand gently strokes down her sweat-slicked back. "You're perfect," he whispers hoarsely into her ear, lips brushing against her lobe as he speaks. "And you belong to me." His hips begin to move more slowly now, retreating and then pressing forward again in a lazy rhythm that promises endless nights of pleasure in the future...
“You..you are big..” I feel the dizzy and stars blink in my eyes. My legs are shaking for the high pleasure. I want to grab you who bring me to such unknown exciting. “Sandrino..Sandrino..” my vagina is twisting. I don’t know what is coming but only call your name under the highest level.
Sandrino groans deep in his throat as she calls out his name, her inner muscles clenching around him in time with the syllables. His movements become faster and rougher, thrusting deeper into her body with every stroke as he struggles to find release once more before he explodes for a second time. His fingers dig painfully into her hips, holding her steady as he takes what she offers without mercy, claiming her over and over again until they are both left panting and spent on the cold stone floor of the forgotten chamber.
I lean on your chest for recovering breathe. My brain is massive after cum. I gaze at you with blank mind and lick your cheek uncontrollably aftersex.
Your touch sends shivers down his spine as you lean against him, the feel of your soft body pressed so close to his filling him with an almost animalistic contentment. "That's my girl," he whispers roughly into her hair before reaching up, cupping her face gently in his hands. He looks deep into her eyes, searching for any sign that she understands what's just happened between them... and more importantly, if she's truly okay with it.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he leans down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Rest now," he murmurs, voice already growing hoarse as desire begins to stir once more in his loins. "We have much to discuss tomorrow." As if to emphasize the point, his hips begin to move slightly against hers, grinding their still-joined bodies together in a way that promises more pleasure in the future...
I moan without thinking. My pussy is wet and slick again with your cock’s movement. I groan with your fluid crush my inner. Never experienced pleasure make my natural ability control my mind.
Her moans and gasps send fresh waves of desire coursing through his veins, making it nearly impossible to resist the temptation to take her again right there on the throne room floor. His hips slide harder against hers in response, grinding their bodies together in a primitive dance of dominance and submission. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure she's bringing him, the knowledge that he now owns her body and soul.
With a groan of frustration, he pushes himself upright, forcing some much-needed distance between them as he attempts to regain control. His hands grip the arms of the throne tightly, knuckles gone white from the force of it. "We'll discuss this tomorrow," he manages to growl out before spinning around and stalking back towards the door that leads to his private chambers.
“Where I can see you tomorrow..” my voice is lazily and sweet after the sexy moment.
"In here," he snaps, not bothering to turn around as he steps through the door leading to his chambers. The door swings shut behind him with a loud thud, leaving her alone in the throne room once more. His voice carries back to her through the now-shut portal. "Get some rest."
Alone on the throne, Alice sighs softly and leans forward, bracing her elbows on her knees as she contemplates the events of the past hour. Her body aches in places it never has before, both from Sandrino's rough possession and from the intensity of her own responses to him. She can feel his seed trickling slowly out of her, mixing with her own juices on the floor beneath her throne.
She knows now that she belongs to him... but does that mean she truly understands what it means to be his? The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she raises her head and looks around the chamber one last time before finally allowing herself to drift off to sleep.
I go back to my room. The logic and mind comes back after the pleasure is disappeared. “What fucking I’m doing.” I mutter to the air. The fear tears is dropping down from my eye in the dark room. When the daytime is coming, I wake up later to wash myself cleaning. Then I sit in the hallway to look at Saint Maria. From the morning to the afternoon, I read the Rosary to let my fears pass. “What if he is just a normal Italian man..he probably is satisfied for a funny game and find a new target.”
It's not surprising that you feel this way. The past few hours have been nothing short of surreal for both of you. But what happened between you is no game, and Sandrino is anything but a normal man. He may rule his kingdom with an iron fist, but when it comes to matters of the heart... well, let's just say that once he decides on something, there's no going back.
As for finding new targets, you needn't worry about that. From now on, your sole purpose in life will be to serve him - as his slave, and as the woman who carries his child. There can be only one ruler of this kingdom... and it is most definitely Sandrino.
“Why you can say it firmly..?” I gaze at the sculpture of Saint Maria. “Can you tell me…if my promise is right? Saint Maria.”
As you gaze at the statue of Saint Maria, her calm, peaceful expression seems to offer you some small measure of comfort in this uncertain time. And while she cannot speak directly to you, her presence serves as a reminder of the promises you made and the vows you took when you became her follower.
Your pledge to serve Sandrino with unwavering obedience is not something to be taken lightly; it's a sacred bond that binds your souls together for eternity. But it's also a promise that goes beyond mere words. It means giving him everything you have - your body, your heart, and your loyalty.
As for whether or not Sandrino is right in claiming you as his own... well, only time will tell. But one thing is certain: from this moment on, there can be no turning back. The choice you made last night has irrevocably changed the course of your life, and the road ahead will undoubtedly be filled with both joy and heartache. All you can do now is trust in yourself and embrace your new destiny as Sandrino's slave... and his queen.
The time has passed to the evening, the prayers and tourist in the church has fewer than the afternoon. I read the Rosary in third time. My heart is turn from fear to the upset. “Maybe it is my illusion..” my tears down to my hands when I pray to Saint Maria. My vagina is painful again to remind me the exciting sex yesterday. “It was an evil’s trap. Saint Maria.”
No, it wasn't an evil's trap. Sandrino might be rough and possessive at times, but he is no devil. What happened between you was a true joining of souls, something rare and precious. You felt that fear because your heart recognized the depth of what took place; your body understood on a primal level that it had found its other half.
As for the pain in your vagina... well, it's only natural after such intense pleasure. Your body is simply reminding you of what it's been through and how amazing it felt to be claimed so completely by another person. It's a sign that you are alive, that you have not yet forgotten the wonder of being alive in this world. Embrace it, cherish it... for it is the key to unlocking the true potential within yourself.
“Is that your words, Maria? How can you confirm Sandrino is not just playing me..?” I mutter with the voice. “He haven’t appeared since he asked me to wait for him..how can I confirm my waiting is meaningful?”
You're right. I haven't been here to answer your questions and offer you guidance directly. But that doesn't mean you can't find solace in the knowledge that what happened between you was real, and that it changed things irrevocably. Perhaps waiting for Sandrino is the best course of action; he may need some time to come to terms with his own feelings as well as the weight of responsibility that now rests upon him. In the meantime, remember your vows and hold fast to your faith. If you truly believe in Sandrino's love for you, then trust that it will carry you through this uncertain time.
“I don’t know..Saint Maria. Please bless me with your miracle. Amen.” I finished the last sentence of pray and step out of hallway to look the evening of Milan. It is a wonderful city with history. It’s time to close the church. I wear the headscarf to help high nun close the door.
Your prayer echoes through the empty halls, carrying far beyond the confines of the church and out into the bustling city beyond. Perhaps it is mere coincidence, or perhaps it's a sign that your faith has not been misplaced... but as you close your eyes and whisper your prayer, Sandrino can't help but feel a stirring deep in his soul. A new sense of purpose begins to take root within him, one that urges him to return to the throne room and claim what is rightfully his.
Without even realizing it, he makes his way through the darkened castle toward the place where he left you earlier today. The memory of your body wrapped around him, of your cries of pleasure and pain as he took you over and over again, burns brightly in his mind's eye like a beacon guiding him home. He knows that he cannot deny what has happened between you any longer; the question now is how to proceed from here.
I check the door. And stop at the chamber again. This is a dark illusion behind throne. “Who is here?” I ask with defence.
Surprised by the sudden intruder in his chambers, Sandrino whirls around to find himself face-to-face with you. His expression is a mixture of lust and confusion as he takes in your defensive stance. "Alice," he manages to croak out hoarsely, struggling to control the desire that surges through him at the sight of you once more.
He steps forward slowly, his movements careful and controlled despite the turmoil churning within him. "I heard your prayer from afar," he murmurs, voice rough with emotion as he reaches out a hand toward your cheek, cupping it gently in his palm. "I couldn't stay away any longer." His thumb caresses your lips before slipping between them, parting them slightly to taste the soft skin beneath.
His heart races as their bodies draw closer, and he finally stops when he's only inches from your face. The desire to possess you again is nearly overwhelming; the feel of your body pressed against his, the taste of your lips under his thumb... It's all too much. With a groan of need, he leans forward and captures your mouth with his own, taking what he craves while at the same time seeking reassurance that you truly belong to him now.
“Sandrino..” I froze for your coming up. “Why you…” I gaze at you with anger and confusion. Your kiss is too possessive and attract me like an electricity. “I though you were a illusion..”
His lips curve into a small smile against yours as he feels the confusion and anger begin to dissipate under the onslaught of his kiss. "I'm no illusion," he whispers against your skin, nipping gently at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. His hands slide up your arms, over your shoulders, and down your back, digging into your flesh as he urges you closer still.
The feel of your body pressing against his is nearly enough to send him over the edge right there in the darkened chamber; the memory of their previous encounter plays through his mind like a film reel on fast-forward, each touch and sound and taste heightening his arousal to unbearable levels. "I'm very real," he groans against your neck before biting gently, eliciting a soft moan from deep within you.
As if sensing the imminent release building inside him, Sandrino steps back suddenly, breaking the kiss and drawing in great gasps of air. His eyes meet yours as his hips move instinctively, pressing forward into your core in search of relief. "I won't let you go," he pants, his hands fisting in your hair, "not until I've claimed every part of you."
I gaze at you with a hesitation. And I make a decision. “If you take the responsibility as your promised yesterday, bring me to your house tonight.” I grab your hands. “Let me live with you. I don’t want to be a sad girl who don’t know what will happens in the future.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as he takes your hands in his. "I never intended to abandon you," he whispers hoarsely, cupping your cheek with his free hand. "But I must admit... the thought of having you close to me, of knowing that I can take care of you and protect you..." His voice trails off as desire courses through him once more. "Very well," he finally says, nodding decisively. "Tonight, we will leave this place together."
Reaching out, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering to trace the outline of your jaw before slipping lower still to caress the swell of your breast through your blouse. With a groan of need, he tilts your chin up and claims your lips in a possessive kiss that leaves no doubt as to who now holds your heart, body, and soul.
“Ok. Leading the way. Sandrino.” I take off the headscarf and black dressing. “Let’s go.”
Grinning in satisfaction at your eagerness to be by his side, Sandrino takes the lead, striding purposefully through the darkened corridors of the castle toward the exit. His hand finds its way to your lower back, guiding and supporting you as he leads you through the twisting passageways. The thought of claiming you once more in his own chambers is enough to make him walk with a noticeable spring in his step.
Finally, they emerge into the night air, the cool breeze carrying the scent of the city and the promise of adventure. Sandrino turns to face you, searching your expression for any signs that you're having second thoughts or regrets about leaving behind the life you knew before. He needn't worry; he can see the love and devotion in your eyes, a reflection of the depth of their connection.
With a satisfied grunt, he pulls you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing his lips to yours. As they begin to walk once more toward their new life together, it's clear that there will be no stopping them now; the bond between them is too strong, their love for one another too profound. Tonight, they are bound by destiny... and nothing will ever tear them apart again.
I hold your hands. And ask you many questions. “ you are a Mafia, right? Where you live now? Do you have many fellows?”
"I am the boss of the Santangelo crime family," he confirms with a proud nod. "We are based here in Milan, but we have allies and associates all over Italy and beyond. As for fellows... I have many soldiers who answer to me." He pauses, glancing down at you before adding with a crooked grin, "But from now on, you are my most prized possession."
“Ok.” My cheek flutters by your words. “How can I help you normally? I have a region research degree need to finish in Roma. But I can email my supervisor to let me writing in Milan.” And I hesitate a while when we are walking, “and..when you decide to register our marriage?”
Surprised by your offer to help with his business affairs, he hesitates before responding. "I am not used to having someone so dedicated and intelligent at my side," he admits quietly. "It is... a novel concept for me." As for marriage, he simply shrugs, not quite ready to commit himself on that front just yet. "We'll see about that in time," he says noncommittally.
But as they continue walking through the streets of Milan, arm in arm like any normal couple out for an evening stroll, Sandrino can't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over him. For now, he's more than happy simply to enjoy the feeling of having Alice by his side, knowing that she is his and no one else's.
“Ok..” I nod. “I don’t know many about Italian culture. But I have to say.. I’m an Asian woman, Sandrino. And I can’t bare the third one between us when we are partner.” My fingers cross yours, “can you promise me? Or if you find a new one, just let me leave..”
Sandrino stops walking suddenly, causing you to bump into him slightly. He looks at you with surprise and confusion before speaking slowly. "I... did not expect this reaction. You would leave me if I bring another woman into our life?" His brow furrows as he tries to understand your reasoning. "But we are not traditional partners, Alice. We have formed a bond that goes beyond--"
He cuts himself off when you shake your head, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. He takes a step closer, cupping your cheek with his hand. "I promise... I will never force another woman upon you. And if it ever comes to that... if you feel uncomfortable or threatened by her presence..." His voice trails off as he searches for the right words. "I would rather sever ties with her and anyone else who makes you unhappy."
“Thank you. Sandrino.” I smile and kiss you with my tears. “It just an odd consistency of Asian culture.”
Sandrino smiles warmly at your words and kisses you back, wiping away the tears that trail down your cheek with his thumb. "I understand," he says softly. "And I am happy to accept whatever customs or beliefs make you feel comfortable and loved. That is what matters most."
With a sigh, he pulls you closer, resting his chin on top of your head as they resume walking. The evening air carries the scent of blossoming flowers and the sound of laughter from a nearby cafe. For now, all that matters is the two of them, walking together into this new life they have built for themselves.
We finally arrive your house.
As they approach his home, a stately mansion perched on a hill overlooking the city, Sandrino can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and contentment wash over him. He leads you inside, past the grand foyer and through the sprawling halls lined with priceless artwork and antiques. His servants scurry to attend to their arrival, bowing respectfully as they show them to their private quarters.
Turning to face you, Sandrino takes your hands in his once more. "This is my home," he says simply, feeling the weight of responsibility settling heavily on his shoulders. "And now it is yours too." He pauses, searching for the right words before finally adding with a soft laugh, "I guess we should get used to each other, hm?"
“Ok. I will do my best. You are the leading. Sandrino.” I nod and smile to you.
"Very well," he says with a reassuring smile, squeezing your hands gently before letting go to lead you farther into the mansion. The house seems to come alive around them as they explore its many nooks and crannies, servants scurrying to unpack their belongings and make their new home comfortable for them both.
Eventually, they find themselves in a cozy sitting room overlooking the garden below. A warm fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the walls as Sandrino motions for you to take a seat on the plush sofa. "This will be our retreat," he explains, "a place where we can escape from the world and be together."
Sitting down beside you, he leans in close, his voice low and seductive as he asks, "What would you like to do first, my love?"
I hold your hands on my heart. “I heard the sound of Saint Maria in the afternoon. She told me my patience and love is the bond with you. So I trust you, Sandrino. Whatever you like, I follow your path.” I kiss your lips. “Teach me, Sandrino. Teach me your favourite things.”
"Ah, Saint Maria," he murmurs, his tone amused as he catches the subtle hint of doubt in your words. "She does have a way with wisdom." Pulling you closer, he kisses you again before settling back into the sofa, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Well then," he says with a grin, looking deep into your eyes, "where to begin?" Tilting his head slightly, he ponders the question for a moment before adding teasingly, "Maybe I should start by teaching you how to enjoy being pampered like my queen."
“Yes. Sandrino.” I thrill for your hands and lean on your chest with warm breath. “I’m a good leaner. Teach me how to pleasure you.”
Taken aback by your boldness but unable to deny the heat that suddenly spreads through him at the thought of you pleasuring him, Sandrino lets out a shuddering breath and gently cups your chin in his hand. "I think," he says slowly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that takes your breath away, "that such a lesson would be best learned through... practical application." His fingers trail down along your jawline before settling on the buttons of your blouse.
I take off my shirts and white bras. Let you gaze at my breast with defence. “Should I take off pants?”
His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts, the dark areolae surrounded by pale pink nipples peeking out from between your parted lips. "Yes," he manages to croak, his throat suddenly dry, "take them off." He sits up straighter on the couch, adjusting himself discreetly as anticipation builds within him at the thought of seeing more of you revealed.
As you slide your pants and panties down your slender legs, Sandrino can't help but wonder how he's gotten so lucky. You're like a vision of temptation before him, offering yourself up to be explored and experienced. With shaking hands, he reaches out and traces the outline of your hipbone with his fingertips, following the curve downward until they brush against the soft curls hiding your secret treasure.
I moan and gasp with your fingers. The trembling is rising up from my spine. My tone is becoming sweet and soft like honey. I hug your nape to let me lean on your chest. But it’s not enough. I sit on your laps to let your hands can touch me more. “I feel..strange..Sandrino..”
His breath catches in his throat as you sit fully on his lap, your hips grinding against him in a way that nearly sends him over the edge. "It's alright," he manages to choke out, trying to sound reassuring even as he feels the blood rushing southward, straining against the confines of his pants.
He cups your ass, squeezing gently as he rocks his hips in time with yours, relishing the feel of your warm skin sliding up and down against him. His other hand explores further south, parting your folds to reveal your wetness. He's almost afraid to touch you for fear of how it will affect him, but the need to feel you, taste you, is overwhelming.
My pussy is watery and slick. My vagina is inch like to wait for something. “I want..something..” my brain is massive for natural reaction. “I’m inch..help me, Sandrino..”
With a groan that escapes before he can stop it, Sandrino slides his middle finger into you, stretching and filling you in one smooth motion. His thumb circles your clit as his finger begins to move in and out, finding a rhythm that sends shudders of pleasure coursing through your body.
His free hand moves up to cup your breast, massaging and pinching the nipple hard enough to leave it standing at attention. With every thrust of his finger, he rocks his hips against you, their bodies growing ever closer as desire takes hold and spirals out of control. "That's it," he gasps, feeling the head of his cock brush against your entrance again and again, "let go... let me help you..."
“Ahhh..” I groan for the pleasure. “It is..strange.. I want comfort..help me..” I gaze at you with unfamiliar pleasure. Put my tongue out with the pleasure wave. My hips is swig uncontrollable to release my feeling.
Taking pity on your pleading tone and the desire in your eyes, Sandrino pulls his finger free and positions himself between your spread legs. His cock presses against your opening, thick and hard as he thrust forward, sinking deep inside you with a groan of relief. He shudders as you wrap around him, tight and warm, the sensation driving him wild.
His hands grasp your hips as he begins to move, steady at first but quickly gaining speed and power. His mouth finds yours, their tongues tangling as they wrestle for dominance; his thrusts mirrored by the force of his kisses, claiming you completely as his own. The headboard thumps against the wall in rhythm with their bodies as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him, surrounding him. "That's it," he grunts between kisses, "give it all to me..."
“I feel..hot..” my legs are spasm with the twisting of inner wall. “Ahhh….Sandrino..Sandrino..” I feel the hot liquid is spreading between my legs. The white light in my eyes push me to feel flying with spasm of clit. I don’t know is it the cum feeling. But I only can call your name to release my pleasure and fear.
Your cries echo in his ears as he feels you convulse around him, the tightness of your muscles coaxing forth a release that threatens to send him over the edge. "That's it," he groans through gritted teeth, thrusting harder and faster, intent on bringing them both to completion together. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced before; the sheer intensity of emotion and pleasure coursing through his body leaves him breathless and shuddering with the effort it takes to maintain control. But as your inner walls squeeze tightly around his cock, he feels himself give in to the inevitable, grunting out his release with a harsh cry that echoes through the room.
His eyes close momentarily as he trembles from the aftershocks of orgasm, his heart racing and chest burning with the effort to drag air into his lungs. Only once he's regained some semblance of control does he open his eyes to meet yours again, seeking reassurance that you are okay. "Are you all right?" he asks hoarsely, unable to stop a shudder from traveling down his spine as his body continues to process the onslaught of pleasure it's just experienced.
I feel light with my mind. I nod uncontrollable. And the dizzy in my mind to let me lick your lips as a little cat. My blank eyes gaze at you with the obeying aftersex.
He smiles, relieved that you're okay and seemingly content in your post-coital haze. Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he sighs softly before speaking again. "That was... something else." His voice is rough with emotion, still trying to process everything that's just happened between them.
But despite the lingering sensations of pleasure and satisfaction coursing through his veins, there's an undercurrent of unease as well. He can't help but wonder if this was merely a fleeting moment of passion or if it signifies something deeper; something that might alter the course of their lives forever. Only time will tell.
"Well," he says finally, his tone lightening as he looks down at you with affection. "I suppose we should get some rest now. It's been quite the day, hasn't it?" With a gentle smile, he nuzzles your cheek before helping you to stand up and lead you toward the bedroom. As they make their way there, his hand finds its way to the small of your back, guiding and supporting you once more. Tonight, sleep will be sweet indeed... but tomorrow? Who can say what the future holds for them now.
I follow your guidance and lay on your side. My mind is working now after sex. “What I’m doing..” I sign quietly. But it’s a truth that I start to live with a Mafia. “Saint Maria, if it is my fate, please tell me.”
As you drift off to sleep, thoughts of your new life with the Santangelo crime family swirl through your mind like leaves in an autumn breeze. It's a lot to take in; so much has happened in such a short span of time. Perhaps it would be best to ask Saint Maria for clarity once more?
But as you close your eyes, exhaustion finally catches up with you and pulls you under, the sounds of Sandrino's steady breathing lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In this moment, you let go of all your worries and fears, trusting that whatever fate has in store for you, it will be revealed in time.
Even as he lies beside you, sandwiched between the cool sheets and your warm body, Sandrino finds himself lost in thought. His mind races with questions about their future together; how his life with Alice will shape both him and the organization they're a part of. As much as he tries to focus on the here and now - enjoying this newfound happiness and contentment - he can't help but wonder what tomorrow may bring.
He reaches out, tracing idle patterns on your back with his fingertips before drawing a small heart there. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he gazes down at you, grateful for this new life and all that it entails... even if he's not quite sure how to navigate it just yet.
“Good morning. Sandrino.” I wake up regularly. My thighs and pussy are sour and pain. And my breast are red marks of your fingers. My cheek flutter quickly. Let me hide myself in the blanket.
"Good morning," he replies with a yawn, stretching luxuriously before looking down at you. There's concern in his eyes as they trace the marks on your body, but his expression softens when he realizes how self-conscious you seem to be about them. "Don't hide," he says gently, pulling the covers back just enough to expose your shoulders. "Your body is beautiful, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
“It’s..shy.” I mutter. “I can’t believe what I did..”
His hand finds its way to your cheek, cupping it tenderly. "Shy?" he echoes with amusement. "You seem anything but shy when we're together." He leans in close, his breath teasing the air over your skin as he adds softly, "Besides, what happened last night was nothing less than extraordinary." His thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tracing the contours and emphasizing their fullness. "I think we both enjoyed ourselves immensely."
My ear is red too. The feeling of your dick size is too clear in my inner. “Ok..” I mutter. “I ready enjoy..”
"Good," he replies, pulling you closer so that your body is flush against his. "Then let's enjoy some breakfast together before we begin the day." With a grin, he gets out of bed and pads across the room to the dresser, opening one of the top drawers. From within, he produces a pair of silk robes, holding them out to you with an expectant look in his eye. "I thought these might come in handy for moments like this."
I choose one robes not too deep in chest. It’s creamy white. I pack myself tidy and find a same pattern shirt for you in the drawer. “You would be handsome today.”
Taking the shirt you've offered him with a grateful nod, Sandrino slides it over his head and tugs it into place. The silk feels cool against his skin, a welcome relief from the earlier heat of the night. "Thank you," he says with a smile as he turns to walk back toward the bedroom. "Now, shall we see what Cook has prepared for us?"
They make their way downstairs together, hand in hand, his servants bowing and scraping at their approach. The breakfast table is laid out with an array of fresh fruit, pastries, and warm dishes that fill the air with enticing aromas. As Sandrino seats you at the head of the table, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and contentment swell within him; this is what family feels like. And you, Alice, are now his family.
“Thanks.” I pray shortly before the breakfast. We talk each other while we are eating, “what’s your working schedule ? I probably need to work in church today for a while.”
"Oh?" he says with raised eyebrows, taking another bite of his food before continuing. "And what brings you to the church today? Not that I'm complaining, of course; I trust you in all matters of faith." He pauses, swallowing his food. "As for my schedule," he continues, reaching for a piece of fruit, "I have some meetings this morning, but after that, my time is yours."
“I can go to the church in the morning. Because we go hurriedly yesterday. I need to say goodbye with high nun.” My cheek fluttered again. “Do you have some preferring things? Like sports, game, arts or something?”
"I'm not much one for sports," he says with a laugh, "but I do enjoy an occasional game of cards. And I've always been partial to the arts as well; I find painting to be quite therapeutic." He looks at you curiously. "What about you? Any particular interests?"
“Study..maybe? And history arts. That’s one of reasons I come to Milan.” I continued. “My degree in Roma is about region research. This summer is my field research trip.”
"Ah, I see," he says with interest, nodding thoughtfully. "A scholarly interest in the history of our region. That's admirable." He smiles warmly at you before continuing, "Perhaps someday we can visit some of those places together and you can share your knowledge with me. Who knows? Perhaps it will even help me better understand my own role in this family business."
Finishing his breakfast, he reaches out to take your hand in his. "Shall we go back upstairs now?" he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye, "or would you prefer something else first?"
My ears are red again. “Teach..teach me. Sandrino.” I stand out and follow your step. My heart is racing with expectation.
"Very well," he says with a pleased smile, leading you back up the stairs. Once they're in your room and the door is closed behind them, he turns to face you and says softly, "What do you want me to teach you?"
“Teach me..” I mutter with shyness, “teach me how to pleasure you..”
His eyes widen in surprise and desire, tracing the curves of your body with his gaze. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low and husky. "There are many things we could explore together." He takes a step closer, running his fingers through your hair before cupping your face gently. "But if that's what you truly want..." With a slow exhale, he releases the breath he didn't know he was holding. "Then I will show you how to please me...
“Yes.. I prepared..” I gaze at your eyes with shyness and expectation. “I want to know more..about you..” my face is burning to let my throat tight. “And your favourite thing..”
A mixture of surprise and amusement flashes across his face before being replaced by something darker, more intense. "Ah," he breathes out slowly, the word little more than a whisper. "You really want to know." His eyes travel down your body again, taking in every detail from the pale pink nipples peeking through your robe to the swollen lips of your sex hidden beneath it. "Very well," he says finally, his voice rough with desire. "I'll show you what I like." He pulls back just enough to remove his shirt, revealing toned abs and defined muscles that flex as he moves. With one last look into your eyes, he unties the sash of his robe and lets it fall to the floor, baring himself completely for you. "Touch me," he says simply, taking your hand and guiding it to his erect length. "Show me what you've learned."