Entitlement Issues

Part One: Arranged From the Start

"Fuck, yes right there. No don't stop," pleasure sounded throughout the bedroom. Screams of happiness rang in his ears as he watched her come undone. Her final gasp is heard as she collapses on top of him. Fully sated from the morning's activities.

Chaste kiss placed on top of her head, "I need to leave," sounds of protest leaving her throat as her brown eyes meet his blue. "You know I can't be here. Someone should be here soon to fetch you, volpe femmina." Slowly she rises and removes herself from his uprising erection.

"Of course sir," her futile attempt to remove herself proved to be in vain. At last his grip tightened on her waist as he pushed them both off the bed, "you should leave before we get caught." Once again her actions only furthermore awakening his lethal anger.

Gripping her chin he brought his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, "what have I told you about this? Our time will come and you will be mine, but for now you must play your role and you must do it well. Is that understood, il mio amor?" His thick accent coating the heaviness of his words.

Of course she knew. She's known for the past three years they've been at this. However, it didn't stop her from missing him at nights. Wanting nothing more than to be by his side as it should be, but the odds weren't stacked in their favor. They both knew that, but only one was brave enough to speak it.

He wanted nothing more than to take her with him. He hated being separated from her with no intel of when he will see her again. He had spent the last four months just trying to find her again. It was a game. Her family played them well, but he created them. He knew her family didn't care for him. Not due to the relations he had with her, but highly based on the facts of their history.

Capturing her soft full lips once more he pulled away, "wait!" Her anguished cry froze him, "when will I see you again? I can't wait four months. Not again, not ever."

"You won't kitten, I'll be back for you. I will always find you and I will never stop until you're mine permanently," with a final kiss he departed from her. Not knowing when he will get the chance to see her again.

Eight Weeks Later

"Is this truly necessary? I feel ridiculous," her protests we heard throughout their estate. Tugging on the material wrapped around her eyes. A quick slap to the hand froze her movements quite effortlessly.

An angelic voice now speaking past the silence that echoes the room, "You know the traditions. You must wait, you will see it in due time. Be patient my child," that voice didn't hold aggression. It held a mother's love, one that would be there unconditionally.

Sighing she accepted her fate and waited anxiously for the reveal of what she would look like in the hours to come.

Few Hours Later (7:00pm)

People spoke over one another. Clashes of glass were heard throughout the entire ballroom. They waited for the host family to arrive. More importantly he waited for her to arrive. This is one of the rare occasions that they would ever see each other in public. Only with events like this were they expected to act civilized and respectful towards each other's parties.

"Scotch neat," the waitress he had ordered to bring a drink promptly arrived two minutes after the request. He accepted the drink and dismissed her. Upon her hesitation to leave did he only spare her a glance, "was there something else?" His voice spoke low, but anyone near him could sense the agitation and annoyance clear in his voice. Her eyes shifted, he knew exactly what she wanted in that moment. Slowly he assesses her and frowns, "not for me." Waving her off she opens her mouth but both are interrupted by the silence that descends across the ballroom.

A man and two women are positioned at the top of the stairs. All faces once greeted with ignorance having now been replaced with looks of envy and terror. "I present your host for the evening. Don Ruvono, accompanied by his wife Mrs. Ruvono and their daughter Noelle Ruvono," her name caused a thirst to arise in him. His eyes gazing upon her figure as he waited for her to see him.

She did. Her eyes gazed across the ballroom in hopes of the man she was looking for. They connected, both of them refusing to look away from each other. They finally meet again.

"Volpe femmina," his endearment for her whispered ever so lightly across his lips as he took in her appearance. In that moment he found her nickname quite fitting, she did look like a vixen. His vixen.

~*~

After several greetings Noelle was finally given the opportunity to breathe. Dismissing herself from the crowd she stepped out onto the balcony. His presence wrapped around her like that of a snake. His smell heightening her sense as she waited for his touch to send her into overdrive. Having felt tired of waiting for him to make the first move she did it herself. Correction she tried to. As her body turned to face him, his grip kept her from completing what she set out to do.

"Well don't you just look ravishing," he spoke into her ear lightly grazing his teeth on the flesh held there, "you just love to torture me with these ensembles, don't you kitten?" Pressing deeper into his hold she allowed him to worship her.

His hand traveled to the slip resting on her hip, "I wore it for you," a pained moan escaped her as he cupped her sex, "don't stop," her pleas fell on deaf ears and he refused to move his hand.

"You disobeyed me. I told you only I'm allowed to see this much of you," his voice menacing as he roughly pulls aside attire blocking him from her prized possession, "yet you waltz in wearing this. Knowing exactly what it would do to me," light kisses start to be placed upon her neck, "What am I going to do with you? Should I punish you or should I just take you right here without regards of who sees us?"

Turning her around she is greeted by his darkened lust filled eyes. His gaze heavy with his breathing as he looks at her. Slowly his hand creeps around her neck and she smiles slightly.

"Oh how I've missed you Adonis."

Part One Complete

Image is of the dress she wore

Translations:
Volpe femmina means vixen
Il mio amor means my love