Page 10 of Bianca's Choice

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Bianca

Idon’t know the name of any fancy fashion brands, but I get the feeling this satin nightie is high-end. Mom and Dad got all of our clothes second hand or at Walmart so this feels almost too nice to put on. Pulling the tie on my robe, it falls open and I look at myself in the mirror. Am I supposed to leave on my bra and panties or do I take them off? I think back to what Madame Lilith whispered in my ear before leaving me with Stephano. “You’re in control.”

I scoff. I don’t have any control here. I’m at the whim of this man. Why the hell does he want to stretch this out? Sighing, I shrug out of my robe and unhook my bra, placing both on the marble countertop in the bathroom. I pull the satin nightie over my head and let it flow over me. It’s so soft and pretty and ends just below my butt. The nightie fits me perfectly, so perfect I have to wonder how he knew my size.

The man is a mystery, and not at all what I expected him to be. When I saw him step out of the town car tonight I was stunned. He was younger than I’d thought he’d be and so good looking in his expensive dark suit and white button-up shirt. His dark hair is cut short on the sides and a little longer on top. He has a short beard, I’d love to run my fingers through, if only just once. He’s tall, probably close to six and a half feet tall, and muscular, from what I could tell through his suit. The man doesn’t need to buy women, he could get them easily. So I have to wonder, why did he buy me?

When I look in the mirror my nipples are hard and easy to see through the thin material of my nightie so I pull my robe back on and shamefully carry my bra out in my hands. When I open the door, Stephano is sitting on the edge of the bed with his suit jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned. My eyes are drawn to his muscular tan chest and the spattering of hair covering his pecs. As soon as I step into the room he looks up and I feel like a deer caught by a hunter as he stares at me looking ready to get me. I freeze, not knowing what to do or say next.

He stands and holds out his hand to me. “Come, Beauty.”

“Where should I put this?” I ask, with flushed cheeks.

“I’ll take it,” he says, grabbing it out of my hands and putting it underneath his arm for now. He guides me to the side of the bed where the sheets and blanket have already been pulled down. The next thing I know Stephano is helping me out of my robe. I hear him inhale sharply behind me and mutter something under his breath as I sit down and swing my feet into the bed waiting for what to do next.

“Lie down, Beauty.”

I scoot down so that I can rest my head on the pillow, then he grabs the sheet and blanket and pulls it up and over me to my chin. He turns the lamp on the nightstand off and the room goes dark, then leans down and kisses my forehead. “Rest my little Beauty.”

Then I hear him walk out of the room and close the door, leaving it ajar so a sliver of light shines in. I toss and turn for the next several minutes trying to get comfortable. It’s been months since I’ve slept in a bed, and I’ve never slept in one as nice as the one I’m lying in now with sheets and blankets that are likely as high-end as my nightie. Eventually, I fall asleep.

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Iwake up in the middle of the night and feel him sleeping at my back, holding me against him. One of his arms is resting over my belly, as his knee is nudged between my thighs. What am I supposed to do? I never thought he’d get into bed with me after he said we wouldn’t be having sex tonight. Did he change his mind? Does he want to now? Do I want to? I never expected to be attracted to the man who bought my innocence, let alone want him to take it from me, but here I am with him snuggled up to me in the middle of the night and it’s not awful. In fact, it’s kind of nice. As weird as it sounds, I feel protected by him.

I have no idea who Stephano Russo is, but I know he’s powerful. It’s clear to see by the way the people he comes in contact with look at him and the respect they show when speaking to him.

Shifting my legs, I snuggle into the pillow and end up rubbing my butt against Stephano’s front. Oh my God, is that his cock I feel pressed against me?

Stephano grips my hip, stilling me. “Settle,” he grumbles in a sleep-laden voice.

Trying to “settle” I end up moving again and he growls, like a freaking bear, and slips his hand under my nightie, cupping one of my breasts. “Beauty, I’m five seconds from fucking you within an inch of your life, so stop moving your perfect little ass and go to sleep.”

When he moves his hand away from my breast, it brushes against my nipple in just the right way making me moan.

“Jesus Christ, Beauty,” He says. “Have you ever been touched at all?”

I shake my head. “Never.”

The silence is deafening. I’m worried that I’ve said something wrong, but then I feel his fingers brush against my ribcage as he holds my breast in his hand. “I’m the first man to touch you here?” He asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He kisses the back of my neck and butterflies erupt in my middle. Massaging my breast, he pinches my nipple as leaves open-mouthed kisses against my neck. My pussy begins to throb in need, pulsing with every caress of his hand against my skin. I rub my butt against his front and he moans, thrusting his hard cock between my cheeks.

Then his hand moves down, brushing against my belly, and goes lower. His fingers slip just under the band of my panties, teasing me. My pussy throbs even worse than before and starts to ache, needing to be touched.

“Stephano, please,” I mumble.

“Anyone ever touch you here?” He asks in a guttural tone.

“No,” I moan breathlessly.

He moves his hand lower, grazing his fingers over my naked lips. “And no one but me ever will,” he growls into my ear.

I turn, needing more than this, needing more from him. When I do, I stare up into his dark, intense eyes.

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