Bianca by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online Page B

taking, and he wanted her.
    “
Signore!
I beg you, cease!” Bianca cried as he sucked upon her innocent flesh, arousing emotions in her she had never known. “
Please! Please!
No more, I beg you!”
    Reluctantly he raised his head from her snowy bosom. His eyes were glazed with his lust. He drew a ragged breath, but then covered the little breast. He knew his cock was surging so strongly in his need for her that he was surprised it didn’t push through the fabric of his trunk hose. No woman, least of all his two previous wives, had brought him to such a state without a touch of the dog whip. He was both astounded and thrilled by the knowledge that this girl could have such an effect upon him. Particularly given his age.
    “You are a temptress,
cara mia
,” he told her.
    “I did not mean to entice you,
signore
,” she said lowly. “Will you always kiss me with such fervor? Why did you suckle on me?”
    “Didn’t you like it when I caressed your sweet little breast?” he asked, not bothering to answer her questions.
    “It was strange. I felt . . . I felt strange,” she told him. “I thought only babes suckled from their mothers’ breasts.”
    “I want no children of you, Bianca. I have two strong sons, one of whom will wed shortly before we do. I will not spoil what I suspect is a perfect body beneath your gown. That body now belongs to me, and you will reserve it for my pleasure alone,
cara mia
. Before we marry you will know much of what I require of you.”
    Bianca did not tell her mother of his words, or his actions as the next few months went by. She dreaded his visits, for she never knew what he would do. When the weather began to chill, they were given the privacy of a small salon, in which he slowly educated her to his taste. She almost fainted the first time she was given a view of his manhood. He made her kneel before him before he uncovered himself to her sight. Then he taught her how to handle his cock, delighting in her gentle, delicate touch, in her gasp of shock as he thickened and lengthened before her sight. When he was hard, Sebastiano instructed her to kiss the very tip. She did so, reluctantly.
    Another time, when he was suitably firm, he explained to her how to lick him, starting with the satiny head of his cock, then slowly bathing the length with her tongue. He might have waited until Nudara could teach her these things. He had fully intended to do so, but he found he was gaining great pleasure in teaching her himself. Once a tiny pearl of his juices bedewed the tip, and he forced her to lick it up. “I sometimes enjoy being sucked dry,
cara mia
,” he told her. “Best that you get used to the taste now.”
    Bianca was horrified by such a suggestion, but there was worse to come for her, she found. Her fifteenth birthday came in December, and after eight months of betrothal, her wedding date was set for the week after. Learning of it, Sebastiano Rovere became bolder in his tutoring of his bride-to-be. His hands began to roam beneath her skirts, stroking her silken thighs, rubbing her mons, and then one evening the curious finger of her
fidanzato
pushed between her nether lips. His lips and tongue engaged with hers as he began rubbing a tiny nub of flesh with that finger.
    Bianca moaned as it caused that secret flesh to tingle. Stronger and stronger the sensation grew, until she could bear it no more. She wiggled against the finger until a lovely burst overcame her, and she sighed with open pleasure.
    He laughed softly, darkly. “I am glad to see you can respond so naturally to my lovemaking,” he said. Then his finger pushed into her up to the first joint.
    “Ohhh.”
Bianca gasped.
    “I just want to see how tightly your virginity is lodged,
cara mia
,” he reassured her, and he moved his finger deeper into her sheath. She was very tight, her sheath narrow. Breaching her would be divine. She would feel pain, as the membrane blocking his finger’s passage was strongly fixed. The