Page 28 of Reign Of Triumph
“Running never solves the problem. Give it another day or two. If the situation doesn’t get better, Bianca can look into another private school,” I suggest, but I already know things will get better. This is the same school where several other underbosses send their kids and grandkids. If they’re making it difficult for Anita and Alia, I’ll take care of the situation.
“You think it will get better?”
“Like I said, a couple more days. Okay?” I change the subject. “You like to cook.”
“I love it. Mom and I used to cook together all the time. Since Dad passed, she’s lost her passion for it, but I like to experiment with new recipes. I weeded the garden today too. Would it be all right if I started a small vegetable garden? That way, we can have our own fresh tomatoes and herbs.”
I laugh at her exuberance. “How can I say no, gioia?”
She tilts her head and grins, “Why do you call me that?”
“Gioia means happiness. You make me smile. It’s been a long time since I laughed,” I tell her truthfully.
“I’m glad I can make you laugh,” she replies shyly.
“You do other things to me too,” I say in a soft voice. “Come to me, Fi.” I open my palm for her to take. She comes to her feet, taking my hand as I settle her onto my lap. My fingers caress her outer thigh, and I feel her shiver in my arms. Her body reacts to mine as if we were made for one another. I reach up and pull the clip out of her bun. Serafina’s dark brown hair cascades down her back and around her face. She shakes her head and runs a hand through her hair. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. My cock is so hard, it’s straining against the zipper of my pants.
“Kiss me, baby,” I command. Serafina doesn’t hesitate. The mere touch of her lips on mine spurs me into action. I pull back, pushing the empty plates off to one side, and set her on the edge of the table.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks breathlessly.
“No, Fi. But I’m not feeling particularly gentle tonight. I won’t ever hurt you, but I want more from you.” Her curious expression. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and waits for me to go on. “I like to play in the bedroom”—I give her a sexy smile—“and out of the bedroom as well. But this is all new to you, so we’re going to take this slow. Okay?” I wait for her shy nod before continuing. “Do you know what I mean when I say play?”
She blushes profusely but manages to speak. “Like being a French maid?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “My tastes run slightly differently from dress-up. I like control in the bedroom. I’m sure you’ve noticed that.”
“It’s not like I have anything to compare it to. But I, uh…like…” she stammers adorably, “what we do.”
I caress her cheek. “That’s good, baby. Sex is better when we’re both enjoying it. Control for me means I like it when I take charge. For instance, I’ve a great urge to fuck you on this table.” She swallows deeply, her fingers gripping the edge of the table, and her breathing becomes ragged, her lips parting slightly. She’s aroused. Serafina likes the idea. “I’ve also had the desire to walk into the bedroom and find you on your knees waiting for me, completely naked. I want to make your body sing as I touch and caress every part of you.” She licks her lips. “All through dinner, I’ve been thinking about how I’d like to devour and explore every part of you.” I let my fingers glide over the tips of her nipples and find them pebble hard and very sensitive to my touch. “Serafina, do you want to play?”
“Yes.” Her voice is but a whisper.
I come to my feet, bracing my hands on either side of her thighs, and move my lips to her ear. “Go upstairs. Get undressed. Keep your hair down. When I come up, I want to find you on your hands and knees on the bed, facing the headboard. I’m going to be up in a few minutes.” I move a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “Are you brave enough to play with me? I promise you’ll like how it ends.”
She shimmies off the table, our bodies nearly touching. She clears her throat. “Excuse me. I’m going upstairs now.” She looks up at me through her lowered lashes.
Serafina brushes past me, but before she gets too far, I take her hand and press a kiss to her palm. “Thank you for trusting me, gioia mia.” As soon as I release her hand, she scampers out of the dining room, and I can hear her footsteps pitter-pattering up the stairs.
Serafina has been everything I’d hoped for in a wife and more. Originally, marriage was just a means to an end. I knew that the day would come when Marco would call me home to serve La Famiglia. I also knew that at that time, marriage was part of the game and came with responsibilities. The higher your rank in the family, the more important the choice of wife. I had always planned that when the call came, and my demand for justice for Miranda was met, that I would comply and marry a “nice Italian girl” and have children. At best, I hoped for a decent, quiet woman who would be a good mother and look after our home.
It seems that the good Lord shone a bright light on my blackened soul, and Serafina was put in my life to lighten the burden I’ve been carrying all these years. Serafina is quiet but not subdued. She speaks when she has something to say. She gives all of herself to her family. And now that Felicia and Grazia are among her close friends, Serafina has been adopted as a “third sister” by these women.
There’s more to Serafina than being an obedient wife. There’s a fire inside her. Her passion for life is immense. When we talk, she speaks her mind, shares her thoughts, and I want to hear them. She’s interesting, smart, and damn, she can be funny when the mood strikes her.
And her passion extends to the bedroom too. Now that she’s gotten over her shyness, Serafina’s ardor is as intense as my own. I’ve taken it slow with my wife. However, this last week has shown me that she craves my touch as much as I need to possess her body. In the middle of the night, I wake up and find her legs tangled with mine, her arm slung over my waist, and should I move, she whimpers in protest. It’s so fucking hot that I can’t resist waking her and fucking her all over again.
I’ve been afraid to introduce the heavier side of sex to my wife. I know I’ve always needed to dominate in the bedroom. I’m not into labels; whips and chains aren’t necessary for me to get off. Did I try it? Yeah! But it wasn’t because I needed it, but because the woman I was with then occasionally wanted to give it a try. She got off on it, and I was young and exploring. It was exciting at first, but in the end, the best part of the whole process was learning what I like and how to please the woman I’m with.
Serafina is a natural submissive. She wants to please everyone around her. She’s also a natural caregiver. But who will take care of her needs? Me, that’s who. I carry the dirty dishes into the kitchen and arrange them in the dishwasher, then put away the leftovers. This gives Serafina a few extra minutes to herself, and gives me time to get my cock to stop throbbing.
At last, I take the steps two at a time and turn the doorknob to find my wife, and what a sight she is to behold. Serafina is in the exact position I asked her to be, with her hands and knees planted firmly in the plush, deep blue and gold comforter. Her ass is beautifully on display, and her hair hangs like a curtain around her.
“My, what a beautiful sight,” I say. Serafina looks over her shoulder. Her gaze follows me, and I come closer. I unbutton my shirt, and she glances away. “Eyes on me, baby.” She does as I ask and watches me remove my clothes. When I drop my boxers, I see her eyeing my member and licking her lips. She’s never had me in her mouth, and it seems that tonight might be a good time for it, but first, I want to see how wet she is for me. I come to the edge of the bed and trail a path along her spine, down to her ass, caressing her gently, reveling in the feel of her soft, creamy flesh. I glide my hand over one cheek, then the other. “Legs apart, Fi.” She opens for me. I slide my fingers through the slit of her pussy. She’s drenched, and I’ve barely touched her at all. She mewls in protest when I take my hand away, but I have other thoughts.
I climb onto the bed and sit on my haunches, with my cock level with her mouth. “I want your mouth on me. Will you do that for me, gioia?” Normally, I would simply tell her to open her mouth, taking what I need, but this is my wife and lover, and above all, I want her to feel safe with me.
Her mouth opens like a baby bird. I place the tip at her lips, and she closes her mouth around me. Fuck! The heat of her mouth is so good that blood surges through me like a heated river. I push in further and begin to fuck her mouth gently. I’m not even close to giving her my whole cock, but we’ll work up to that. I pull back, leaving only the tip. “Suck it. Nice and slow. No teeth,” I instruct.
