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Reaching out, he put his hand on my arm and gently twirled me around to face him. Reverently, as though determined to savor the moment, he lifted the top half of the robe off my shoulders. I felt so small next to him. He lowered his mouth and kissed my shoulder, working his way up the right side of my neck, nibbling, kissing, licking and biting. Unlike Luke’s clean shaven face, Marcello’s mustache tickled and felt unfamiliar but not unpleasant.

  Stopping just short of my ear, he said, “So sweet you are,” then began to kiss and suckle the other side of my neck.

  “Ohhhhh,” I said. I felt dazed and light-headed, but still tried to hold myself rigid. With each touch of his lips my guard slipped a bit more.

  He drew back for a moment and gazed intently into my eyes. I was unable to look away. He lowered his head and kissed my mouth for the first time. The rest of my defenses melted away. The kiss seemed to have a life of its own. It transported me away from all my torment, bringing me closer to my real self even though I didn’t yet know her completely. I couldn’t understand how two such different men could excite me so much with their kisses. Did my body no longer have any discrimination or did Marcello’s energy speak to me in a way I needed?

  His taste—so different from Luke’s—awakened a hunger foreign to me. He held my head in his big hands, making me feel like a little girl. The kiss he gave me, however, made me feel every bit the grown woman. He devoured my lips, exploring the edges and making me gasp out in pleasure as he captured my tongue in his mouth. I could have lost myself indefinitely in his kisses, and when he pulled away, I felt bereft, as though rudely awakened from a lovely dream.

  “Your taste and smell are so intoxicating,” he said. His eyes roamed my face as though gleaning the secrets I kept even from myself.

  He continued his kissing descent as he breathed my right nipple into his mouth. I expected him to be rough and cruel; instead he sucked ever so slowly and softly, subtly increasing the pressure, pulling on my piercing until I cried out in delight.

  “Oh, that feels good, really good,” I said.

  “Shhhhh,” he said, almost sweetly.

  He loosened the tie at my waist, letting the robe fall to the ground.

  “So beautiful, too,” he muttered.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I said as he kissed his way down my stomach.

  He unexpectedly lifted me into the air and draped me over his shoulder.

  “Umphhhh … Oh,” I said, laughing.

  He lowered me down onto the bed and began to explore the rest of my body.

  When his tongue lapped at my juices, I couldn’t keep from crying out. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god ...”

  He lifted his head and admired me. “I’ve never tasted anyone so sweet, così dolce.”

  I felt warmed by his approval.

  He grasped my thighs, spreading them wider as he explored with his tongue. He brought me to the brink of orgasm, over and over and over again, never letting me cum.

  “Please, please, please,” I said. I couldn’t take the build-up any longer.

  “When I’m ready,” he said. “Always and only when I’m ready.”

  He continued to torment me with his tongue, bringing me ever so close, skirting the edge, working his fingers in and around my hole. Then he penetrated my pussy with his fingers, rubbing in a way that made me groan. His touch felt almost painful, causing a strange sensation of needing to pee, but the pressure heightened the entire experience. I would have fallen over the edge with one more lick.

  And then he stopped.

  “Don’t stop,” I said.

  “We have all day, my sweet,” he said. “When you cum, it will be an orgasm like you’ve never experienced and won’t soon forget.”

  “But ...”

  “Shhhhhh.”

  Marcello lay down beside me and kissed me again. I could feel his sizable erection through his nightclothes.

  I became lost and found again in his kisses. He sat up in bed and pulled me onto his lap. His bulk made me feel small and timid but his kisses left me feeling brazen. I pulled out of his grasp and opened his robe. His chest was covered with curly black and silver hair. His tiny nipples stood erect as he looked down at me. I untied the string at his waist and pulled on his pajama bottom. I didn’t have to pull down far to see the tip of his cock. His bulbous mushroom head stared back at me. I lowered my mouth over his large phallus, provoking a groan from him.

  I didn’t think I could take all of him in my mouth and he didn’t try to force me.

  For the first time since breakfast I thought of Luke. I did to Marcello what I had wanted to do to Luke the day he’d proposed to me. Wanting to pleasure him, I asked if I could suck his cock. “My way,” Luke said and proceeded to use his belt to secure my arms behind my back. He then fucked my mouth at his leisure until he came down my throat.

  Marcello didn’t dominate me or try to control his pleasure. He leaned back on his arms and watched me worship his cock. I used my mouth and hands to pleasure him, which filled me with a sense of purpose.

  “Hmmmm, that’s so good, but I have to ask you to stop,” he said, lifting his pants back up to cover himself.

  “Oh,” I said, disappointed.

  “Come here,” he said, pulling me back onto his lap. “I want us to come together.”

  “Okay,” I said. “I hope I pleased you.”

  “You were wonderful,” he said and smiled, removing his pajamas.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and brought me back into his world. He shifted our bodies so I lay under him. He moved between my legs and I could feel the head of his cock against my opening. He slowly pushed forward, working himself into me. All of his earlier play had me so aroused, my lips and clit so swollen ... I felt each inch pushing me further, deeper to climax. It took him awhile to be able to work the entire length of his cock inside me. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle his large phallus but his slow, steady strokes allowed me to accommodate him more fully as I tilted my hips.

  I lay there, looking up at him, his gaze holding mine. He increased his thrusts and I could keep quiet no longer.

  “Oh god, oh my god … your cock, it’s so big.”

  Marcello’s large body hovered over me, his weight propped up on his elbows, his hips pressed against mine. Their circular motion increased the friction against my clit along with each deep penetration. I felt a new kind of pressure building and it heightened the intensity of his down stroke. In and out he slid as I grasped onto his arms and held on. The rubbing of my clit and the hitting up against my uterus had me making animalistic sounds I didn’t recognize.

  “I’m so going to cum, ohhhhhhhhhhh, yessss, don’t stop! Please don’t stop. Ohhhhhh god!” I screamed out as I tripped over into elation. Something else happened to me as my orgasm continued to contract. My release was exquisite, vastly different from a mere orgasm. Wet warmth flowed over me.

  Unlike Luke’s roar, Marcello grunted and then shouted, “Oh, yesssssssssss, oh Jane, yes!”

  He collapsed to the side of me, and we lay there, not speaking or moving.

  Guilt and confusion gripped me in equal measure. Somehow all I had done until that point had been okay but the pleasure and release I experienced at the hands of Marcello seemed a betrayal of Luke.

  Marcello rolled onto his side and leaned his head on his palm. “Amazing as I knew it would be,” he said, his chest still moving up and down rapidly.

  I didn’t say anything.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head and moving my hair away from my face.

  I didn’t know how much I wanted to share. I thought he wouldn’t understand. I wished in that moment that I could talk to Janice, because I knew she would get it.

  “Jane?” he said, this time more insistently.

  “I feel guilty,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Why? He’s the one who sent you here.”

  “Somehow I don’t think he counted on your making love to me.”

  “Is that what I did?”<
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  “Yes,” I said, tilting my head to look at him. “And something happened to me. I’m not sure what it was. Right after I came ...”

  “It’s okay, Jane,” he said. He cupped my chin in his hand. “All the wetness?”

  “Yes, did I pee?” I said. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment.

  He chuckled and then smiled in a way that warmed my soul. “No, you just experienced your first gush. How wonderful.”

  “Oh. Is that the same thing as squirting? Janice did that yesterday but I wasn’t sure any of it was real until I saw her.”

  “Yes,” he said, smiling. “We have so much more to explore together.”

  “You mean Luke and I have—”

  “Luke knew what he was doing.”

  “I’m certain he expected you to whip me or paddle me or something like that.”

  “That’s still to come, Jane. You won’t get out of here so easily.”

  “Oh,” I said, looking away.

  Marcello let go of my face. “What did you think?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I thought,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Janey—”

  “Please don’t call me that, Luke calls me that,” I said, on the verge of tears.

  “Jane, listen to me. There’s no reason for guilt.” He touched my shoulder and tried to roll me over to face him.

  “Apparently, as it didn’t mean anything,” I said, not budging.

  “Hold on there—”

  “It doesn’t matter, just do what you will.”

  “As I always will. And if I choose to make love to you, I will. I understand your guilt, but it’s entirely unnecessary. Luke is being well taken care of as we speak.”

  “Just leave me alone,” I said, rolling over on my side, away from him.

  “As la signorina wishes, but don’t get used to it.”

  “You’ll be done with me in less than a day.”

  “You will be back, make no mistake,” he said as he rose from the bed.

  “Luke is with someone else?” I said to his back.

  He stopped and circled around. “It seems to me you and Luke have a lot to discuss when you leave here.”

  “At least we agree on that,” I said, rolling away from him once more.

  “At least,” he repeated. He chuckled and added, “You’re going to be a difficult one, I see, but I’ve always liked a challenge.”

  “I’m sure it will be difficult for you when you’re wrong for the first time,” I said to the wall.

  “Are you always this stubborn?”

  “Worse,” I said. I heard rustling in the drawers. The door closed and I was alone.

  I wish I could say that all that happened over those three days gave me the very wakeup call I needed, but that proved not to be the case. I lay there on his bed, surrounded by his masculine fragrance. My confused mind struggled to make sense of everything that had happened. Would Luke and I survive it all? Had Marcello told me the truth about Luke having another woman?

  An old joke came to mind as I lay there. “Doctor, doctor … every time I bang my head against the wall I get a headache.” The Doc says, “Well then, stop banging your head against the wall.” I knew I needed to stop banging my head against my choices, my new lifestyle. I needed to align myself with it or get out but couldn’t fathom how to do either. What did I ultimately want? Could I ever be more like Janice and just accept the choices that I had made? Another bit of forgotten wisdom came back to me—Einstein’s definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. That fit me to a tee. I knew it was crazy to make decisions and then continue to second guess myself. What’s worse, my craziness was self-imposed.

  My father—my stupid fucking father—had been known to say that there is ultimate power in owning and taking responsibility for one’s choices. Very funny, coming from a man who dodged responsibility of any kind. As much as I despised him, I had to acknowledge the truth in those words.

  I couldn’t think anymore. It felt as if my brain would implode if I allowed another thought to surface. I crawled under the covers and hugged a pillow.

  I dreamt of the vault again. This time I lay on the cot at the start of the dream. Coldness encompassed me. The odd smell was even stronger this time. I held my eyes wide open, searching for some shred of light. As I was on the verge of giving up and going to sleep, the door cracked open. Bright light flooded in, and I squinted, trying to make out the figure that stood in the doorway.

  “Jane, wake up,” Marcello said, pulling me out of the dream.

  “Have I been sleeping long?” I said as I sat up, stretched my arms above my head and flexed my legs.

  “Yes, and I have more plans for us,” he said, standing over me in a handsome blue button-down shirt and dark slacks.

  “Any chance we can get the punishment out of the way now?” I asked.

  “Those matters are left to me but your request is duly noted.”

  “Okay, so now what,” I said.

  “First you freshen up,” he said, pulling me to my feet. He pushed me toward the bathroom, swatting my butt with his open hand.

  “Hey,” I said, looking over my shoulder back at him.

  “Would you care for another?” he said, taking a step toward me.

  “No,” I said, gliding into the bathroom and shutting the door on him. I laughed out loud.

  “I heard that,” he said.

  “Good,” I said back.

  I wondered who had opened the door in my dream. Was it Luke or Janice or maybe Marcello? I’m not sure what my mind figured out in my sleep, but I decided that if Luke chose to spend our time apart enjoying another woman, I wouldn’t punish myself for having a good time. I would deal with him once I was back home. I left my guilt in the dream world and decided to let it all go. I emptied my bladder, took a quick shower and used the toothbrush left for me by the sink.

  “Let’s have lunch,” he said as I emerged from the bathroom.

  “Two meals in one day? What’s the special occasion?” I said, laughing.

  He put his hands on my shoulders and looked down. “It’s one thing for you to sass me in private, but make no mistake—the cost for doing so in public is incalculable.”

  “I see, so you don’t want anyone else to know you’ve met your match?” I said, putting my hands on my hips and staring back.

  “Clearly you need a spanking before we go.”

  “Are we going somewhere?”

  “Yes, but not until I instill some respect in you,” he said, but smiled.

  “I told you that respect—”

  “I know, but we are going to try it my way first.”

  He grabbed my wrist off of my hip and held it behind my back. I felt like a criminal being accosted by a cop. He forced me down on the bed with my legs still on the ground. His aggression made me hot and bothered almost instantly.

  He continued to hold me down with my right arm tightly across my back and used his free hand to administer the promised spanking. From the very first thwack I knew it would be more severe than any spanking Luke had given me. Marcello’s fingers were thick and long and as he stood over me he had plenty of room to get a good swing.

  “Oomph,” I said, groaning. The sting radiated out and dissipated quickly.

  “I expect the utmost respect while we are out,” he said in a grunt as he struck me again.

  Each successive smack was harder and came faster. I began to squirm as the pain increased.

  “Your tolerance will grow once you’re mine, and you will crave more and more.”

  “You’re hurting me,” I said as I struggled to get out of his grasp.

  “I’m much stronger than you, Jane. You cannot get away from me.” He spanked me five more times.

  The tears threatened to spill but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  He continued to hold me down and I could hear him using his other hand to undo his pants. He finally let go of my a
rm and I slowly lowered it down to the side of my body. My shoulder felt stiff and sore. He lifted my hips off the bed and—in contrast to our earlier lovemaking—speared me in one jab. I tried to swing away from his penetrating assault but he held me fast.

  “You’re hurting me,” I said but just as I spoke my body gave me away by sending an additional wave of wetness.

  He laughed at my protest. “Janice is so right about you.”

  He continued to pound into me. He kept a steady pace that increased my desire even though I fought it. He reached down and started circling my clit. At some point I just let go and the orgasms began. For the first time in my life I experienced a series of orgasms that racked my body with increasing intensity beyond my control. As I began to convulse, Marcello increased his grip on me to keep me in place.

  “Oh my fucking god, oh yes, oh don’t stop ...” I moaned.

  “Oh yes. Let it go, il mio dolce. The things I will do and make you do once you are mine. You can’t even imagine. You are a sweet fuck. I knew it that day you were strapped down on my cutting table. I decided then. Make no mistake. You are mine, you just … don’t … know it … yet ...”

  “Oh my god, I’m cumming again, oh don’t stop, don’t stop ... Oh Luke, don’t stop.”

  Everything came to a quick and abrupt halt and he pulled out.

  “Why did you stop?” I said, looking back over my shoulder.

  “Don’t say another word,” he said, I could feel the anger radiating from him.

  I tried to look back at him as he roughly pushed me down, pressing my head into the bed. I heard a drawer open and then he strapped my wrists together. He attached a rope and tied it off tightly at the head of the bed. Securing each ankle to the lower corners of the bed, he spread my legs wide.

  I shook with fear and confusion. Janice had instilled in me the need to follow his orders when he was angry so I kept my mouth shut, but I wanted to know what had happened. I couldn’t fathom what I did wrong.

  “You will pay dearly for that error,” he said.

  I heard a slight whistle just before the first strike and then a clapping sound at impact. It hurt with an intensity that surpassed anything I had experienced. A ripple of nausea screamed through me.

  “Oh please, no ...” I sobbed.