Page 28 of Forgive Me, Father
His gaze lingered on my lips, but he didn’t kiss me.Instead, he stood up, tied his robe, and extended a hand.Before I could move, he scooped me up in his arms, lifting me bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom.
He planted my ass on the toilet seat as he drew me a bath and added a few drops of essential oils to the water.The scent bloomed instantly, wrapping around me like a warm veil.Then he opened a porcelain bowl and scattered soft petals across the surface, their gentle drift adding a hint of elegance and calm to the space.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, leaving me alone for the first time tonight, I took a breath, finally feeling a little like myself again.The ache was slowly easing.
He’d changed the rules tonight.I guessed he could.He was a Pontisello.
I felt like an idiot for getting the brothers so wrong.Alfonso was the White Rabbit.
They said his luck was so uncanny, the White Rabbit was the perfect symbol of impossible fortune, always slipping through danger like a ghost in a rigged game.
I’d seen it tonight on his body.All his scars that he tried to cover with skulls, crosses, roses, and snakes.
I wondered how many near-death experiences he’d had.
The bathroom door opened, and he reentered.He was still in his robe.I shook myself out of my thoughts as he bent over to close the taps.
“Are you okay?”he asked, and tears pricked again.It wasn’t the pain.What was tearing me apart was everything churning inside me.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek with a gentleness that caught me off guard, and I met his eyes.
“Are you okay?”he repeated.
“I’m fine.I just didn’t know what to expect.Thank you for being so kind tonight.”
He shook his head and just stared at me.“What sort of husband would I be if I let everyone see my bride’s perfect body?”
My lips curved into a small smile, and his lips mimicked mine.He hasn’t even seen my body yet and already he is paying me compliments.
“The water is warm; you should get in.”He winked, and I stood from the toilet seat.I still felt so wet, and I had no idea if it was the lube or blood.Alfonso didn’t leave, and I would have to get used to undressing in front of him.He was my husband, after all.I undid the robe from its hooks and let it fall to the ground.
My heart stammered as I tried not to focus on Alfonso assessing my body.
He lent me a hand to get into the bath.The tub was deep, and the water wrapped around me like a soft blanket, warm and welcoming.I sank into the bubbles, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking myself in.
I wasn’t ready for the weight of his gaze on my bare skin, it burned hotter than the bathwater.
He took a sponge and washed me.It felt nice, like something I hadn’t known I craved, even if just for a fleeting moment.
I blinked my eyes open and looked at him, resting my chin on top of my knees.The water felt great against the ache between my legs and down my back.
He didn’t stop, just kept on washing me.
“Would you mind if I joined you?”he asked.
I stared at him in a bit of shock.I didn’t know what to say; he was being so patient with me tonight.But I knew he needed to clean himself too, so I shook my head.I didn’t mind.
I was his, but I still needed to find out if he was mine.
He got up, and my eyes followed him.This man’s body was like the David sculpture, the epiphany of perfection, minus the scars and bullet holes decorating him.My gaze flickered down to his still rock-hard cock.Even that was a masterpiece.I looked away before he realized that I was staring.My pussy still ached, but I was also hungry.I’d waited for this for such a long time.
I heard him climbing in and felt him sliding down in the tub behind me.He carried on washing me, and I opened my eyes again.It felt so good.
The loofah got replaced with his soft lips, and I had to force myself not to moan.I couldn’t show him that a part of me still wanted him.I was too sore tonight, and I had to be stronger than this, right?I couldn’t let my husband know that I long for his touch.
“If you can learn not to defy me, this will be an amazing business transaction.I want you to keep that in mind, please.I hated being rough with you.”
I didn’t reply.I knew he was sorry, but I also knew that he’d gotten hard by handling me like that.
