by Ingrid Walsh
Greater love than life.
EPILOGUE Antonella
Four years later ... London, England
I lean back to stop the door and my heart melts at the sight. The babble of excited mio piccolo for the affection of his papà. I stare at them for a moment, without announcing me. I love to see them together. Mike is blatantly influencing our son to his profession. He buys games and more games blocks fit. Enrico hits Palminhas when his father helps fit the last block of the tower. Marejam my eyes, seeing my two gorgeous men, the reason I live, interacting. I remember like it was yesterday the moment I gave the news to Mike that she was pregnant. We had two years just for us, dating a lot, traveling the world. Two years honeymoon honeymoon. So when we came back from vacation in the Greek islands, two years ago, our little was already in my belly. I had stopped taking contraceptives and not told Mike, I wanted to surprise you. conspiratorially smile, as I am doing now. I stopped to protect me a week ago. I want to give you another child. Enrico has only one year and three months, but do not want to wait too long between them. Mio piccolo needs company. Anyway, when I told bello mio marito I was pregnant, he almost fainted from fright, since we had not resumed the conversation about children. That night, he took me blindfolded to the jet and surprised me with a romantic dinner in Paris. We made love through the night, being careful, but without losing its intensity and passion that both enraptures me. I love you so much. Our life is perfect now complete. At first the traumatic events of the kidnapping still pursued us, but we were building, working hard to purge once those sinister memories. And it worked. Soon, I was so happy that we were sharing that left no room for anything else. In our first year of marriage, Mike bought a farm a few kilometers from London. A castle! Si, he's so silly. No need to live in a castle to be happy, all I need is him, our son and all that Dio allow us to have. We moved here in the second year, after some adjustments, such as installing elevators and ... Uh, the construction of our games room. He did it with aspects of dungeon, decoration and rustic walls and is embedded in our rooms, through a secret passage, as in coverage. Not in desfizemos coverage and even that room, we use it when we want to escape the routine, or for reasons of work, my sexy engineer needs to sleep in the city. Our sex life never cooled off, but my love eventually discovered that we do not associate with a club to live the BDSM style. All we need is to feel the doctrine and live it in our own private spaces. We never went to the club that Mike was a partner. Thomas, remember the Earl of York? That maledeto who helped set up fake to destabilize Mike? He was arrested. It was also mixed up in the trafficking of women. Incidentally, when Cassidy agent operation ended last year, many bigwigs were behind bars. Ah, another question I know, must be wondering, Vivian survived. Si, grazie a Dio. We're not best friends or anything, but you'll be forever thankful for saving me. She is a woman of principles, we can not deny. Anyway, Falconi agent was responsible for its survival. He rose when he was pronounced dead. The two have a strong bond. Si, that is what they are thinking, Vivian found her own fairy tale as well. We locate his sister three months later, against all statistics, still alive. Battered but alive. I proporcionei you the best doctors and psychologists and the girl had a full recovery, so it's back to the university for what I was told. It was the least I could do. And Vivian really has a sick father, for the record. She and her agent were married a year later the whole incident and are living in Ardócia since. The agent took charge of the Secret Service and made some changes that have left my father and Dam delighted. Mike capital offered as a reward, Vivian to open a small firm of construction and she accepted on the condition that it will pay back when business give profit. As for Paolo, the other involved in that story, was exiled for five years. His family remained on the island, but without the influence before. - You did it, filhão! the deep voice of my husband makes me slightly panting, out of my retreat in the time tunnel. Dio, I love this strong tone, rough, domineering. I let my eyes run through it without haste, coveting it without shame. His suit is played on the reading chair and his tie also disappeared. It uses only the white shirt with the cuffs arregaçados in muscular forearms. - I do not know how long your mom will be there, looking at us. - me start, then, melt into a puddle when the dark head turns toward me and my eyes collide with the black eyes so loved. It is even more beautiful, sexy, manly at thirty-five years. It is impossible not to drool every time I behold. Babar literally ... Rio, feeling my lower abdomen vibrating, the delicious warmth down ... A corner of his mouth up in the wicked grin mimicry I know well. - Hey, big boy, look Mom right there! My little prince turns the dark hair, the same as his father. And my heart softens when the pudgy little face opens in what has to be the most beautiful toothless smile worldwide. The color bright eyes hazel stare at me. It is a mixture of my eyes with his father's them. Beautiful! He shakes his little arms, babbling: - Mama! Want mama! - screams, getting increasingly agitated. Mike laughs. - Of course you want Mom. Smart kid. - its low octave voice, his eyes running through my body as I walk in the room of our little, going to them. - it is very beautiful, is not it, son? We are two lucky to have her. - I take off my shoes and rubberized floor in the carpet, especially made for nostro Principi play. It is a mosaic of green pieces, yellow, red and blue. Aunt Cassie made sure to plan the room of your first grandchild with my mamma beating here and there. They were ecstatic when we announced my pregnancy. In fact, the whole family was in an uproar. Enrico should be the most pampered baby in the whole universe. Rio softly, my heart warm, full of love for my two brown. - beautiful Mommy. Say, filhão. - Mama inda! he jumps into my arms as soon as they get down to receive it. - Hi, amore mio. - I laugh, inhaling her sweet-smelling head and giving kisses on her face. The grip on me as he babbles endlessly glad to be in the arms of his mamma. - I was not so much time off, tesoro ... - talk to him, loving their interaction. It is a healthy and active boy. But was gripadinho and a fever this week, and so much more namby-pamby, wanting the lap of Mom and Dad. Only yesterday the fever broke, however, is yet squishy. - tuo papà came early to play with you? I bet you're loving all this pampering, huh? - he laughs, child sound filling the room. When I look aside, Mike is watching us with a gentle and proud smile. His gaze back and forth between us. - Hi. - whisper, leaning, approaching my face her. - mio marito came early ... Black eyes inflamed. This tactic never fails. I love talking in Italian to stoke it. His hand up over my face, gently, then holds my neck without warning, making me gasp and pant. - I wanted to surprise my wife. But she was not at home ... - blows very close to my mouth. - where you were, doll? - I spent two hours in the spa. - he lifts that wicked eyebrow. - preparing for mio amato maestro later ... He growls. I know it is holding for not swearing near our baby. His mouth travels on my face and whispers harshly into my ear: Damn girl ... - bites the lobe and my panties completely waterlogged. Moan softly, biting her lip. - this is what will give it to me on our anniversary, doll? Her pussy all lisinha and smooth for me to eat all night? - Oh Dio mio ... - whimper. Enrico calls for attention, through pressing between his parents and the lust that always affects us. - it, my gift is my body, mio dominatore. Use it how you want. It's our wedding anniversary. Four years. Four years of love and boundless passion. We postponed the biggest celebration for next week, because our prince be sickly. Mike's nostrils inflated and he subtly squeeze my neck, leaving me gasping. - My girl always obedient ... Always so eager to please its owner ... - I laugh at his infamous way and mocking that makes me insane, crazy for me to play at his feet. I laughed more when you realize my submissive state, and then his mouth covers my a slow kiss, contradicting the fire I see in your eyes. When separating our mouths, too short for my taste, gasp, watching it all melted. His gaze softens. - how was your day my love? I took care of this lad almost the entire day because he did not want the nanny. - purr. - is so demanding and domineering as his father. He laughs all charming. - My boy is very smart. Even at such a young age already know that you are ours and that does not deny nothing to any of us. - whispers wi
th a shifty guy who just me. - As smug average marito. - tease. Later, sub ... - he growls, biting my mouth. Gemo shameless. Enrico complains again, emitting a high-pitched squeal, running out of time with little ashamed of their parents. We laughed our little. - Hey, Dad, what's wrong? - Mike's face is transformed when sees his son, who is pouting for the rejection. He takes my hand and lift up the head. The bambino melts into smiles, the tantrum being completely forgotten. - Ready, Mom and Dad are all yours now. - I think we're spoiling it, amore mio. - I say laughing as Mike lay on the rubber with small making mess in his chest. - All of us, baby. If you play the king will do a dance apart only to welcome his grandson when we next month. - Mike smiles from drooling from my father around the grandchild. I laugh, pouring me also, supporting my elbow on the floor, turning to them. The celebration of Christmas is still in Ardócia. My father did not give up the traditions. Every year we meet there. Sometimes we stay for the new year, or took another destination. Enrico's laugh makes me smile more and such a complete peace will be pouring into me. My husband and my son. Sigh, looking at the softened, my heart filled with love. - My prince deserves. - I say softly, leaning kissing her little head. He laughs, turning to me, demanding that the take. I lie face up and bring, straddling it on me. Your Grandpa will do a dance for you! - he laughs, the beautiful, contagious laugh, as if he understood everything we're talking about. I know he feels at least one thing: that is loved, very loved. - like that, mio tesoro? You? Mio piccolo loves having the care and attention of everyone, is not it? And we continue our mess with him. The nanny went up some time later with his Comidinha. Mike and I instruct us to feed him. Then bathed and put in the crib. Rich stretches, stretching, opening the pink little mouth. The eyes heavy hazelnuts, being knocked out by sleep. I adjust the blanket embroidered with the coat of Di Castellani on her small body, my eyes when marejam gives me one last smile before falling asleep. Piccolo average. Sigh, playing his little head, loving the softness of black curls. Your mamma I love molto. I lean over, kissing her hair. - I love you, doll. - I turn to hear the emotional statement of Mike. It is again with that look soft and proud face, tape our sleeping son and back to look at me. - Love you. - I lean, going into his arms, cradling me, feeling loved, precious. - you are my life. They are the best thing God could give me. You make me so happy, my princess. - he says quietly, black eyes worshiping me. - there is nothing more precious to me. I cry. Still excites me how devoted he loves me. How to care for me and since our son was born, to us. Always will thrill me, I know. I lift my face to his, rubbing his beard gently. - And I love you, mio principi. - I murmur, slightly choked and eye our son too. - Love you. Molto, molto, amore mio. There is nothing more precious to me too. - Doll ... - he groans hoarse, his mouth touches my a soft, delicious kiss. Again, stop when I start to cheer me up, pressing my body against his. A low laugh makes me groan in protest. His mouth falls down my chin, neck, where kisses and nibbles. I water, throbbing, mewing of horny. - which has prepared for dinner? - half mocking question. I snort. - Oh really? Let's talk about dinner now? - claim. - I did not take care of the food. But ordered at your favorite restaurant. He laughed softly and lays open mouth kisses on my neck and shoulder. - You're wrong, love. Have you been taking care of the only food that interests me ... - his tone is thickened. - Speak, my delicious pussy girl ... That's all I lisinha to spend hours eating it with my mouth? - snort, almost enjoying with his verbal attack. come on, tell me everything you did this beautiful little body, my good little bitch. Madonna mia ... Shameless. Wicked. Tasty. About two hours later. We had dinner in the large front terrace of the castle. The view of the acres of land and verdinhos valleys on one side and the other the sea. The place is beautiful. I fell madly when Mike brought me to know my opinion. Somewhat resembles the palace of Ardócia, I think my lovely husband also realized this, for closed business immediately. We have two more castles that used for summer visits. Mine was present from my parents, is in Tuscany. The Mike was a gift from his parents and is also in Scotland. I look at him as I take a sip of my wine. He takes his, staring at me over the rim of the cup. The black T-shirt clings to the shoulders, chest and muscular biceps. Here you can see my name engraved on the brown skin, firm, beautiful, showing me what is mine as much as I am of him. We dressed casually for tonight. We do not like a lot of freshness. There are days when we just pajamas and play with nostro bambino. Dark eyes burn into mine, then rises. With slow gestures approaches to me. His breath right in my ear all my senses alert. And now. He laughed mockingly when he saw that the meal was light. He does not touch me, only his mouth and breathing in my ear, making me moan softly. - Within thirty minutes in the dungeon slave. - orders the dominant tone and your finger touches my shoulder, sliding his arm, ruffling me to the roots of hair. Caspita. - do not be late. I hate to have to flog this silky skin, doll. Holy shit. I moan, joining the thighs with the mere mention of the whip. Bufo because he does not hate anything, depraved. I laugh evilly, validating my thinking and go, leaving me gasping, throbbing and dripping. I melt like a snowflake under the sun. Exactly thirty minutes later, I'm in the dungeon. In the submissive position, wearing a red satin robe, as directed in writing by him. The flickering candlelight leaves the environment with medieval, mysterious aspect. Loved it. I love when my master uses me here, embodying the domineering, wicked prince who overwhelms me completely. The decor is hedonistic, in red and black tones. There are two mirrored walls, expanding all, providing us a view of our carnal encounters at all angles and positions. I feel it in the room. It's like an invisible link that tells me when you're around. I can feel his eyes on me. He walks across the room, apparently ignoring me. I hear him moving here and there, straining my ears while I remain watching the carpet, eagerly awaiting his command. The sound is turned on. And unlike most of our sessions, choose a song that I love, Dusk Till Dawn Zayn with wonderful participation, Sia. - Go to bed, slave. - gasp, my body responding to the harsh command. I get up and follow straight to bed. I want to look at it, but I'm not allowed to. - take off the robe and lie on your back in bed. - his voice is still authoritarian and it stays away from my sight. I obey, my breasts rising and falling on my erratic breathing. It never gets old. I never know what I will do and lust, lust, latent need to be dominated by it leaves me breathless, doped. Always a junkie in search of the next dose of wanton pleasure. - open your legs and hold knees apart. - I moan softly and do again what he says and then he comes out of the shadows and come to the edge of the bed, stopping close. His dark body, all hard, cut into perfect muscles is wearing just a white boxer. Salivo seeing your abs and buff top gasp when I see the big and thick column of his cock. It's hard to point out the waistband. Too beautiful. Absolutely superb. The low and wicked smile makes me drag his eyes to his. So it's your turn to look at me. His jaw tightens as the eyes darken further, running through my body naked and open to it. My skin shivers, his gaze plunges into my shaved vagina, vulva naked. Panting, feeling my walls become creamy, throbbing shamelessly in response to its scrutiny. Mike shows little reaction. Only his eyes burn my skin, devouring me, leaving me on fire. - Stay in this position, sub. - says below and thickened tone and out of my field of vision. Pull noisy breathing to calm down. Back soon after, bringing two strings in one hand and a whip in the other strips. Caspita! - I do not I'm late, my lord ... - softly babbling. He roars, his eyes shining intense and domineering way and I cringe a little. - I asked you something, slave? Wants to stop the session before we even begin? - scoffs rudely. - is that what you want? I close my teeth and me picture: - N-no. Forgive me, mio maestro ... - You should be all wet, is not it, Princess? - he says softly, still mean, entangling prey as a lethal predator. - would be much cruelty my not give what this hungry pussy want ... Much cruelty ... - he laughed softly and put a knee on the bed, getting close to my vagina. It would be enough to take his cock topping and put me in one of his funds and delicious blows. I moan without any control and his lips posing in condescending smile that drives me crazy. - it would be very f
ast, baby. - murmurs, laughing at my anxiety. In four years, I can never control me in the sessions. The want the same despair when she was a virgin and could not have it. - I want to enjoy my bitch today, after all, she was preparing for me, right? - asks a deceptively soft tone. A slap falls in my right thigh as it takes me to answer. answer the question, bitch! I whimper, meowing of so horny. - Si itself dominatore average. I prepared for my owner. He smooths where he beat and begins to tie me. His cock slides covered by underwear in my bare vagina. Arfo, biting her lip. I'm sure that's intentional. My wicked prince is doing this to make me even more insane. Throb and he involuntarily arching one eyebrow to feel my wet flesh smearing his underwear. - Damn, Ella. - gnashes his teeth and pulls away a bit when it finishes restrict my arms together with open thighs. The position makes me very still, delivered in his hands. But I do gladly, because the reward is pleasure without limits, without shame, without rules. And he got me hooked on this depraved game. - that beautiful ... - mumbles hoarsely, touching my lot, tracing the letters of his name slowly, then hold my hot, throbbing flesh. Arfo mouth open, the pad of his hand rubbing my clit casually. - who owns, sub? Who owns this beautiful and pink pussy? - sliding a finger between my luscious folds. I'm so wet that makes noise. He descends over the finger, finding my anus all the luscious cream that flowed. Looking me in the eyes, massaging my ring and will thrusting his finger slowly. I moan obscenely and Mike laughed when I relax, leaving him in whole. I eat well, looking at me indulgently. - I always forget how my girl love gives me the ass. - range and lower, his mouth finding my mound and sucking it with ease. Adds another finger and eat my ass while I devoured his mouth. Pendo his head back on the mattress, panting, completely at his mercy and his perversion. - Ahhh, per favore, amore mio ... - whimper, suspended, my body changing, delicious warmth invading my belly, then he stops. - no! Per favore ... Mike surrounds the bed and I wrinkling his eyebrows, not understanding, until it pulls me by the shoulders to the edge of the mattress and I understand ... He's already naked, hard cock like an iron bar. My head hangs down and he holds the thick, long shaft, rubbing his bulbous head on my lips. - Mama on my dick, sub. - growls down and I moan, opening his mouth, letting it slowly to get my throat. Breathe in through your nose and relax best to take it all. I can only take it all in that position. It is very bulky. Whistles when glue her pubis on my lips. Gasp and slide his tongue in his shaft, licking it heartily. - Well fuck ... well, my good girl ... that soft little mouth ... - starts to move his hips, fucking my mouth, slow and steady. - this, that delight bitch, sucking my cock all ... I moan stuck with its huge volume in the mouth. My vagina is more creamy. Moan and groan need your touch, my skin almost vibrating, begging. It meets holding my breasts and kneading the two firmly. Scrolls stiff nozzles and presses on the boundary between pain and pleasure. All the while pounding his cock deep in my throat. Groans, growls and leans, sliding a hand over my flat stomach. I had no trouble getting in shape after I gave birth. I have always been disciplined in the gym and boxing training and it helped me a lot. His fingers follow intrusive to my vulva grinning and rubbing my swollen button. I make a choking sound when I feel it rolling up a small bump, pulling it off, then scrub skillfully, slowly at first. My body begins to move again, wanting, seeking orgasm. He keeps attacking me from all sides, the stick in and out of my mouth now roughly, one hand kneading my breasts and the other manipulating my clit. Ahhh, fuck that good ... - he roars, irregular breathing and I know it is close too. I just cringe when I scale, placing his knees on the edge of the bed and I whimper around his cock as the perverse mouth is my vagina, sucking it greedily. His hands are now both in my folds. It sucks, nibbling her lips and my whole body shivers. Back to pull my hood button and sucks hard, while puts two fingers in me. I try to scream, but, as much as you can is a muffled sound, choked. Oh, Dio ... so profligate. So tasty. The eagerly suck, licking, scraping his teeth as he likes. Mike roars and eats me deeper, faster. My joy is right there. I am hanging, hallucinated. He pulls his fingers, leaving only the tips and starts to massage my mercilessly point G. I babo around its axis, my whole body pulsing, hot and overwhelming waves taking hold of me. Snort without any control. - Do not you dare come or will catch up with the whip, doll! - it range. But it is too late. I click, convulsing and ejaculate. I feel my squirting liquid out, the voracious joy pouring the lower abdomen to the vagina. Mike retires me and I gasp, moaning, still enjoying deliriously. All much more intense because I am still only the contractions in my spiral channel all over my body. Sweat thin copper my skin. I close my eyes, finished, worn out. Startle me with the straps walking on my belly and breasts. Arregalo my eyes and he smiles, all domineering, badass, too beautiful. My eyes water still sensitive by intense joy and fierce feelings I have for this man. - Mio bello i amato maestro ... - whisper, devoted, in love. My love. My eternal love. Add to myself. Mike
