CHAPTER 2: WEDDING NIGHT

LAURABETH

The moment he shut the door with his foot, he dropped me like frilled lace onto the bed; carefully, as though I were fragile. My thoughts were interrupted by the beige coloration of the room. It made the dim light from the window reflect effortlessly against a large portrait of Vinicio hanging just in front of me. I wondered how an artist could fail to capture how breath-taking he truly was in person.

He left to change, hopefully, and I stood by the window, my hands clutching my wedding dress in nervousness and sheer disbelief. This wasn't my home. My parents' guesthouse was my sanctuary, yet Vinicio had been kind enough to buy it in my name before the wedding. Maybe I will go there after tonight. Maybe he would let me.

I swallowed hard as I noticed his presence behind me. He grabbed my waist gently, and I felt his warm breath coat my neck.

"You'll get used to it, Laurabeth. This is your new home."

I turned slowly and discovered he was now draped in a robe, his chest bare. I quickly looked away, embarrassed by the sight of him. "My home for three months, Vinicio. This would never be my home."

He nodded calmly, tilting his head so his green eyes met mine. "True... but you'll stay for as long as you need to, as the contract stipulated."

I concurred, though not as swiftly as I expected. He stepped closer, and my breath caught as he moved a few paces back from me. "Come," he commanded.

I scoffed. "No. I’m not some..."

"You're my wife." His lips twitched in amusement.

"Are you always this controlling?"

He glanced at me briefly. "To keep things under control. To keep you... my pumpkin."

He pulled me even closer. I hated the nickname he gave me without permission; it always made my cheeks burn, and I wanted to correct that shyness. I leaned into his arms, looking straight into his eyes. He knew what I wanted, so he allowed me kiss him. My lips brushed his, just my way of teasing him; of proving I was more than useless. 'Stupid' was a strong word; I wouldn't use it on myself like my father does.

Our lips locked a second after my taunt. I felt him inhale into my mouth, almost like a breath of relief. His grip tightened around my waist.

“No, Laura… we can’t,” he pulled away slowly.

My stomach tightened in dismay, and I swallowed eagerly. "I know what this is. You don’t need to deprive me of it..."

His withdrawal only made me anxious. "You've never been this intimate before, have you?" he claimed, reaching for his temple and rubbing it slowly.

"That's none of your business-"

"It is now.” He forced a chuckle.

"I thought you wanted a physical relationship with me?" Every man did. They’d always ask my father if I was a virgin, if I was untouched. There was never a dinner party where a man didn’t ask if I had a boyfriend. And yet, this man was running away from me as if he didn’t want it.

"You are young," he whispered. It was a forbidden word, one my parents forbade every time I said it.

"I'm your wife, Vinicio."

He let out a sigh before moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He found a glass of wine, and with every sip, I felt his eyes moving over me while I changed into the lingerie I had prepared for this night. As Mother said: ‘Get in his bed, get in his head; that’s the only way to sustain a man.’

His gaze sharpened, and I noticed him narrowing his eyes at me. Perhaps it was because I ignored the flower-patterned pajamas the maids had prepared. I was trained for this moment; slim-teas for a ‘girly’ waistline, exercises for a curvy body. And the hard truth was, they worked. The lingerie was excellent; it ensured I appeared fully naked underneath, my fair skin complementing the deep red color perfectly.

“So, you don’t want me… why?” I muttered, walking toward him slowly. Every step was deliberate as my heart sped uncontrollably. I stopped in front of him, and as expected for a man, he reached out and pulled me reluctantly towards him.

"I do, but not right now. Just lie down, Laurabeth."

I did as instructed, but not as he expected. I leaned in for a long, intended kiss. My hands moved intentionally and pressed against his cock; I knew he was large - a single palm couldn't go around him. He moaned into my mouth, and I stopped. I removed my lingerie, tossing it to the opposite side of the room.

“I should go to bed, husband,” I stated, completely naked, obeying his previous command. He let me.

However, he got onto the bed immediately after. I heard his robe fall to the carpet as he lay beside me. From his ragged breath and delayed movement, I knew his body was willing, and my obedience had made his mind follow suit.

He soon started trailing soft kisses around my shoulder blades. His hands were not idle; they grabbed and massaged my ass in a rhythm that made my stomach flutter with pleasure. I reached for his cock again, and this time, he didn’t let me.

He let out a growl, putting me in one place and pinning my hands to the bed. His lips found my left nipple, and the sensation made my brain go numb, my legs shaky even while lying down.

“I warned you, pumpkin,” he grumbled after my first cry for him to slow down. But he could tell I was lying because I couldn't stop grinding my clit against his upper thigh.

I shivered when his fingers found my pussy. The touch made me realize how wet I was. He slid two fingers around my clit playfully, and it only made me moan shamelessly. I could feel the urge in my stomach, my body breathing, expecting what followed as he slid those fingers in effortlessly.

“Vinicio…” I gasped. He chuckled.

“You’re so wet, Laura… I won’t be gentle.” He looked up, straight through my naked body and into my eyes. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, and I’ll double it.”

He kissed my navel, bending low, and I shifted my pussy forward and upward, placing it directly against his mouth. The warmth that followed was absolute; my body burned for more. His fingers moved in sequence, every thrust making my hips move to his rhythm.

He paused and removed his hand. I felt the heavy pressure against me, something much larger, and I got excited. My body arched for it already, even as I wondered if I could take him.

“Relax, Laura,” he murmured, noticing I was tense. When words didn't work, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. It made me… calm; his smooth lips didn't leave mine until he drove himself in.

“Oh my god… V-Vinicio,” I hissed. He lowered his pace, letting me absorb what I could.

“You have to take every bit, Pumpkin,” he mumbled, almost a plea, before pushing through. I let him. Another moan broke, and although my head throbbed with the intensity, the pain vanished as I felt filled. Every space was occupied by something new: Vinicio.

“Good girl, you take daddy in perfectly.” Every thrust that followed sent hot air coursing through my body, and soon I felt the buildup of excitement. “I think… I’m coming…”

“Me too, Pumpkin, me too,” he concurred in the same instant.

A burst of pleasure filled my body, and I felt him fill me as he moaned in release. We breathed for a while, staring at each other, before he moved again.

“I hope you survive the third round, pumpkin.” He smirked, and I knew it was going to be a long night.