Page 69 of Captured Fantasy

She hesitated, tracing the line down the center of my stomach with her finger. “I didn’t have much opportunity to be anything else.”

“Gino didn’t allow you to attend college, I assume.”

She squirmed and was quiet for a long moment. I turned, lifting her into my arms and pulling her onto my lap. Her body was so small compared to mine and she felt warm and perfect against my chest. My cock started hardening and I shifted to keep it from pushing against her ass. Now wasn’t the time.

“Are you alright?” I asked, brushing back her hair.

She nodded. “I don’t like talking about it because it’s embarrassing. If I tell you something, will you promise to never tell anyone else?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t have anything beyond an eighth grade education.”

I stared at her, trying to control my expressions. The last thing in the world I wanted was to make her feel worse about her lack of education. She bit at her lip, chewing nervously, and fixed her eyes on the far wall. I could tell this was incredibly painful for her to admit.

“Why?”

“My father got sick when I was thirteen and he needed help at home,” she said slowly. “But it was more because he was worried about my future. He wanted me to find someone financially stable to marry, so he pulled me out of school and I had a tutor who taught me things like cooking, managing a house, cleaning, keeping basic accounts. I married Gino about six months after my eighteenth birthday. Not long after my father died.”

“That must have been hard,” I said.

“My father was a good man,” she said firmly. “He raised me and loved me even though I was the result of my mother cheating on him. He was just afraid I’d be left alone with no financial help. He didn’t want me preyed on.”

Perhaps if her father had wanted to protect her, he should have chosen a man who wouldn’t die in a decade and leave her vulnerable. It struck me as odd, but as I looked at her, the pieces began falling into place. I had serious doubts that Gino had left her the house and the money from the goodness of his heart. It was more likely that was part of the deal her father had made behind the scenes when he signed his daughter over.

“I’m glad he was so attentive to you,” I said simply.

“I miss him,” she said, moving closer and resting her head on my chest.

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that you didn’t get the things you wanted,” I murmured.

“I did get the things I wanted. I have a beautiful house, I have a community to be a part of, I had a husband to care for. I wanted all those things, I just didn’t want them with Gino.” She sniffed, running her hand under her nose.

I stroked her hair. “Do you want to call it a night? I’ll rub your back, eat your pussy till you fall asleep.”

She straightened and some of the fire returned to her eyes. “That sounds incredible, but I want to have a glass of wine and then I’d like you to bend me over the bathroom sink and fuck me so I can watch.”

I laughed out loud, the mood lightening significantly. My cock had gone from soft to rock hard and pulsing against my thigh beneath her in a second. The mental image she’d put into my brain had driven everything out except the need to carry her to the bathroom and ravish her over the sink.

“What kind of wine would you like?” I asked.

She bent and kissed my mouth and she tasted so sweet it took my breath away. “Let me go get it. Do you want a whiskey or anything?”

“Bourbon,” I said.

When she got up, I slapped her across the ass just to watch it jiggle. I heard her soft laughter in the hall as she disappeared downstairs. While she was gone, I stepped into the shower to freshen up for a few minutes and when she returned, I’d gotten back into bed. She laid down my whiskey and her wine and then she stepped back.

Her violet gaze fixed on me and her hand moved up to the tie of her dressing gown. I watched transfixed as she undid the knot. The silky fabric fell open and my eyes dropped instinctively to her pussy. My God, it was perfect. I trailed my gaze up the faint line on her stomach, to her breasts, to the stiff peaks of her light pink and brown nipples.

I took a slow sip from my bourbon, my heart pounding like a drum at the base of my throat. I shifted on the bed to move toward her, but she shook her head. Her eyes glittered as she lifted her wine to her lips.

“Stay there,” she whispered.

I felt my lips part as I gazed at her, entranced. She skimmed her fingers up to her left breast. Her touch circled her nipple, teasing it with slow circles. Her lids closed and her mouth fell open slowly, her pink tongue caught between her teeth. A soft moan escaped her throat as she rolled the tip of her nipple in her fingertips.

I was beside her in an instant, pulling her against me. She fixed her lust drenched eyes on me as I took the glass from her, setting it aside. She tasted of red wine as I forced her lips apart and sucked her tongue into my mouth. She whimpered, rubbing her body up against mine.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

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