Page 84 of The Madman and his broken Princess
Savio scoffed, then looked at Fabiano. He mouthed, “Crazy.” Maybe he was right. Perhaps I was as messed up as Nestore. Maybe I had been all along. Perhaps my running had been an attempt to escape myself as much as Nestore’s darkness.
Amelia’s relief was palpable when we returned to Los Angeles. I didn’t fear Remo as she did, nor did I mind his or Nino’s presence, but I, too, was a creature of habit and preferred to be in my own territory.
I had made special plans for the night of our return to our home. The thought of it had carried me through my fights.
One more first to claim. Years of imagining this very moment would finally become reality.
I stitched myself up quickly before I led Amelia toward the rotunda with the fighting pit at the end of the premises.
I had ignored her questions, and she’d eventually given up. She followed me with a look of wariness, but I also caught the gleam of excitement in her blue eyes.
Silence filled the ranks of the amphitheater as I led Amelia down to where our seats were.
We were alone. This was a spectacle only for Amelia and me. “Kneel,” I told her when we arrived in the loge. She glanced down at the fighters in the pit who waited for my command to begin. Their attention was directed to the ground.
“They can’t see you, and even if they did, both of them will be dead by the end of the night.”
She frowned.
“The winner of this fight will face me as the last fight of the evening. Killing me is his only ticket to freedom.”
Her eyes grew wide as her gaze darted between the two fighters and me. “Why would you risk your life? You’re still injured.”
“I’m not risking my life. I’ll win. But first, I want to enjoy myself, and you.” I smirked. “Now kneel.”
Her eyes flashed with indignation and lust, even if she probably would deny the latter. She sank to her knees, stubborn gaze locked on me. I sank into my plush armchair and spread my legs.
“Begin!” I called. The fighters’ heads jerked up, and they rushed toward each other with martial screams. Tearing my eyes away from them and toward the beautiful woman kneeling at my feet, I pulled down my zipper and extracted my cock. I curled my fingers around Amelia’s neck and dragged her closer. She resisted at first, but then she allowed me to move her forward. My tip brushed over her lush lips, covering them with my precum. The sight tightened my balls with lust. With her challenging gaze on me, she licked my cum off, and her tongue darted across my tip as she did, making me gasp.
“No teasing,” I growled, tightening my hold on her neck. With gentle pressure, I eased her head down so my cock slid into her mouth. She gagged when I hit the back of her throat. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Take me deeper. You were made for me. You can take it.”
She loosened her jaw, and I felt her relax around me. She gripped my thighs in a tight grip as I eased more of my cock into her mouth. I groaned, my head falling back when I filled her entirely, and my balls pressed against her chin. I didn’t move, only relished the sensations. When I opened my eyes, Amelia panted around my cock, her gaze locked on my face.
The fighters groaned and gasped as their swords clanged against each other, but my eyes remained on my beautiful wife. “Move.”
She moved back. “More,” I encouraged until only my tip rested on her tongue. “Now take me back in.”
I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth for a while before a harsh cry drew my attention to the pit below.
Beneath us, blood spilled as one fighter cut the other’s thigh open with one swipe of the blade. My cock twitched in Amelia’s mouth, but I didn’t spill into her yet. I had seen too much blood in my life. It barely excited me anymore, not like the sight of Amelia at my feet, struggling to breathe past my cock as my length filled her. I gripped her ponytail and stilled her movements. “My turn,” I said. I thrust upward once, not as deep as I wanted yet, but to warm her. My next thrust hit deeper and harder, and she gagged. She glared up at me with watering eyes, and I tightened my hold on her ponytail, really sinking my fingers in to keep her under control. Thrusting up didn’t have the desired effect, so I shoved her head down so she took even more of my cock. She coughed and choked but kept up the rhythm. My balls tightened. The injured fighter landed a hard punch, then shoved his blade into the other’s belly. I smiled. Deadly stab. I lowered my gaze to Amelia, no longer interested in the fight. I moved her head fast, my cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again, and as the last gurgles died down below us, my balls exploded, and I spurted my cum down Amelia’s throat.
I kept pumping. “I dreamed of this moment in my darkest hours,” I rasped as I stilled. My cock released its last jets in her mouth, then stopped twitching. I kept Amelia’s head in place so my cock filled her mouth as it slowly softened. I shuddered in another wave of pleasure as some of my release trickled out of the corner of her lips. Then down her chin. “Beautiful,” I crooned as I untangled my fingers from her ponytail and stroked her hair. Amelia pulled back, releasing my cock from its pleasurable confines. She swallowed, then licked her swollen ruby lips. A flush tinged her cheeks. I wiped my cum off her chin and lips, then reached down between her legs and wiped it across her swollen clit. Her eyes were clouded with desire and the hint of anger. Both turned me on as nothing had ever before.
The first fight had ended with the death of one fighter. A clean-up crew hosed down the fighting pit.
“Second fight,” the announcer said. I circled her clit until the anger was erased by lust, then I pulled my hand away.
“Come,” I told Amelia, holding out my hand for her to take. I pulled her to her feet. Below us, the fighting had resumed, grunts and pants carried up. “Turn around and brace yourself on the railing. They can only see your face and upper body.” Amelia frowned, but did as directed. She was already well prepped from my clit ministrations and didn’t need much prompting. Her elegant fingers curled around the railing, and she propped her ass toward me as she leaned forward. Her body tensed as a pained groan sounded in the pit. I reached under the hem of her dress, cupping a firm ass cheek and squeezing hard before I slid lower, following the curve to the apex between her thighs. I slid my middle finger along the sopping wet crease of her panties, making her arch her back, but retracted my hand before the pleasure could manifest. She tossed me a disbelieving look over her shoulder. I lifted her skirt and draped it over her back. It was a sight I’d hope to see in my last moments on earth.
She stiffened, her gaze darting back to the pit below as if she worried anyone could see her from their vantage point. Even if they did, it was irrelevant. One of them would be dead after this fight, and the other would fight me at the end of the night and be dead then. They would carry the view of Amelia to the grave with them. Amelia’s white panties were wet with her need for release. I tugged them down her slim legs, letting them pool by her feet. Then I enjoyed the view of her jutted out ass. I could see her pussy peeking out between those pretty thighs. I slapped her ass hard once, leaving a red hand-shaped imprint on milky skin.
She shot me an indignant look. “What did I do?”
“It was a mere warning. I can sense your petulance.”
Her fingers on the railing tightened as I rubbed her ass cheeks, then parted them to look at the pretty rosette I’d teased once before. My mouth watered thinking about it. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over it. I wanted to wet it. I circled her puckered hole for a while, enjoying her breathy gasps. I needed more. I extended my tongue and entered her. My eyes closed as I fucked her slowly with my tongue. She felt impossibly tight. I moved back and slid my thumb between her folds, gathering her juices, then rubbed them over her back entrance. I pushed my thumb into her. Amelia let out a shuddery groan and widened her stance, giving me an even better view of her pussy as she tried to get used to the feeling of my finger inside her back hole.
Her clit was desperate for attention, but today was about punishment and learning patience. Her eyes fluttered shut as I established a slow rhythm with my thumb, then switched to a gentle circle. A soft moan sounded, making my dick twitch. I was already ready to spill my cum in Amelia again, but this time, I’d claim her back entrance, the last of the firsts she owed me. With my thumb on her puckered opening, I reached down with my index finger and parted her folds, sliding up until I brushedher desperate clit. Pushing my thumb into her ass, I circled her button lightly until her pelvis began to rock against my touch for more friction. My cock was already rock hard again from staring at her glistening pussy and tight ass. Precum glistened on my head, and I swiped it all over to slick myself up. Not enough.
