He began to move his finger, in and out, and I realized with a shudder that this was really happening.
Marcus Ravelli, fucking me with a finger.
And I had asked for this. I had asked for this, didn’t I?
“Rilassatti, bambina. Relax.”
Good advice...but how could I when his finger had started moving faster? Harder?
“M-Marcus.”I could hear myself starting to pant.
“Si sente bene, bambina?”He reached for my clit with his other hand. “Does it feel good?” He pinched the straining nub of flesh, all the while continuing to fuck me with his finger.
And that was it for me.
My eyes rolled back as I covered my mouth with both hands, screaming as I felt my first orgasm sweep over me.
His finger ground deep into me, and I let out another scream against my hands.
My orgasm seemed to last forever, and I could only close my eyes and curl against him as I felt Marcus scoop me off the carpet.
He gave me a bath and toweled me dry, and by the time he laid me on the bed, I could no longer keep my eyes open.
Darkness descended in the room, and Marcus whispered into my ear, “Let’s play another game tomorrow,bambina.”
Seven
And so that was how‘play,’I reminisced dazedly a week later,became the dirtiest word in my vocabulary. Playtime was now both my favorite hobby and shameful little secret all rolled into one, and recently, it was all I could think about.
Especially when I needed a reminder that I wasn’t worthless—-
Like now.
Carnival Week had finally come to town, and as ordered by the Queen of Contini, all my siblings and I were lined up at the reception tent erected next to the town square, dutifully greeting each and every guest. Most of them were locals from nearby towns, people who had seen us grow up over the years and considered themselves friends of the family.
A gray-haired woman in a smart pink suit with pearls around her neck was next in line, and she came forward with a titter, saying, ““Oh my dear Willem, it seems like you grow taller and more handsome every year.”