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Secondo sits at the desk of his office, pen in one hand, his chin in his other. He stares down at the various documents in front of him, letting out a small, frustrated huff. The door flies open, and is promptly slammed shut before you approach his desk, fire in your eyes.
“What the hell are these?!” You growl, launching a small red piece of fabric at the man. He catches the garment between two of his fingers, peering down at it. Secondo recognises them immediately, though shows no sign of it. He rolls his eyes, scoffing.
“They seem to be some sort of undergarment…?” He replies nonchalantly, his expression betraying nothing. Your expression sours further as your fists clench to your sides.
“I found them in OUR bed!” You yell, pointing an accusatory finger at him. You’re shaking, your body trembling with barely restrained rage. Secondo raises his eyebrows, taken off guard by your harsh tone. He finally picks up on what you were saying, and a flash of surprise, hurt, and… guilt? Flicker across his face. There’s a moment of tense silence. “Tesoro? Are you saying you believe I am cheating on you? I have never, would never-”
You cut him off, scoffing. Secondo looks away for a moment, letting out a sigh, before returning his gaze to yours. “Amore, I understand how you may feel. I understand your anger. But I swear to you, I swear to Lucifer below, that I am not cheating on you. Do you really think so low of me?” He asks, his voice and expression full of hurt.
“I don’t know what to think!” You shoot back, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The papa rises from his desk, moving to stand in front of you, his gaze soft, though his expression is still one of hurt. He steps closer to you, and though you try to step back, he puts a gloved hand on your arm, trying to comfort you.
“Please, principessa.. Listen to me. I understand, you are upset. But I am not cheating on you. Please, trust me on this!” Secondo is almost pleading with you now, though your gaze is still cold, focused on the panties in his hand. “Then what the hell are those?” you hiss, finally making eye contact with your husband. Secondo lets out a small grunt, shifting uncomfortably, his face looking flushed under his papal paints.
“You were not meant to find these, Tesoro…” He mutters under his breath, which sends you into another fit of rage. “I knew it!” you shout, glaring at him. You’re about to speak, before Secondo, looking away in shame, beats you to it. “It’s.. it’s not what it looks like, though.”
You groan, crossing your arms as you continue to glare up at him. “Seriously?! You’re pulling that bullshit with me?” Secondo huffs at your words, a hint of frustration creeping into his demeanor. “It’s not cheating.” He says, his voice firm as he looks you in the eyes. “I did not betray you, cara. I would never- could never do that to you. You are the only person I care about in the whole world!” His voice raises slightly, conviction in his eyes. He takes a moment to breathe, calming himself down. “Just… those undergarments, cara, they do not belong to anyone you think they do.”
He looks to the side, away from you, a hint of shame in his eyes and voice as he speaks. “I.. I may have purchased them for myself…” he mutters quietly, his face finally betraying his emotions. Your gaze is still steely as you look at him, inspecting his gaze.
“Bullshit.” You spit, your nose flaring up. The taller papa grows red, looking down at you. “Why else would they be in our room? I swear, they do not belong to any other woman!”
Before you know it, your mouth opens to speak. “Prove it.”
“...Prove it?” He echoes your words, momentarily stunned. “How do you want me to prove it? Receipts, credit card statements, a-”
You cut him off, shaking your head. “If you have this piece, you must have the whole set.” Secondo flushes bright red, once again averting his eyes. There’s a brief moment of silence before he speaks quietly. “I.. yes, I have the whole set.”
“Prove it.”
Secondo inhales sharply, glancing around, though the two of you are in the privacy of his office.
“You really want me to…?”
You nod, a look of cold determination on your face. Secondo is silent for a moment. Then, with a grumble, he pulls his keys out from underneath his chasuble, moving to unlock a door. “Just… un momento.” he mumbles, disappearing into the walk-in closet. After a few tense moments, the papa emerges from the closet, wearing the panties you had thrown at him as well as the rest of a set of lacey red lingerie. The lace was flush against his skin, and he had stockings up to his thighs. Every muscle and every bit of flesh was on display, perfectly accentuated by the red. Secondo’s face is tomato red as he looks down, his eyes not meeting yours.
“Is this proof enough, tesoro?” He murmurs, shifting uncomfortably in one place.
“...”
Your lips part slightly at the sight, your eyes taking him in. your gaze flicks from his chest to his stomach, then his thighs. Despite his apparent embarrassment, the papa couldn’t help but notice the blush creep up your cheeks as he stood there in his lacey undergarments, feeling slightly self-conscious.
“Do.. do they meet your expectations?” He asks anxiously, still avoiding your gaze.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your body loses some of its tension, your gaze softening as Secondo shifts again, embarrassed.
“I just… Amore, I didn’t know how you would react, if you would approve..” He says quietly as he tugs at the lace, awkwardly fidgeting with it. His eyes widen, almost in panic as you turn away, his panic turning to surprise as you lock the door of the office, moving back towards him.
“Get on your knees.”
His breath hitches at the sudden command. A shiver of excitement runs down his back as he immediately obeys, dropping down onto his knees in front of you. You grab his cheek, forcing him to look at you. There is no more anger in your eyes, your tone calmer, almost seductive. He winces as you grab his cheek, though he doesn’t resist.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He meets your eyes, his own filled with guilt. “I’m so sorry, carissima, I didn’t mean to scare you.. I thought you would be angry if you found out,” He sighs, looking away briefly as his face continues to burn. The lacey fabric of his undergarment moves as he shifts in place, stretched across the muscles of his chest. “I was embarrassed, I didn’t know… I was unsure how to tell you that I enjoy wearing… these.”
You roll your eyes, though not unkindly. “So? I enjoy wearing lingerie. What's the big deal?”
The older man looks up at you hopefully, his eyes raking across your body as he tried to imagine you in lace undergarments like his. He swallows thickly, feeling a small pang of desire in his chest. “You.. You don’t mind that i enjoy-”
“I couldn’t give a damn what you wear!” You say, interrupting him. A sense of relief washes over the papa as he hears you speak.
“No, amore?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
“No, Secondo.”
He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping as you let go of his cheek. “Oh, thank Satan, I thought you would think that I'm a freak, or-” You interrupt him by gently pressing your boot to his crotch, watching him as he’s still on his knees. You shift your foot slightly, massaging his cock through the thin red fabric. A surprised gasp escapes his lips as he shivers, feeling a surge of pleasure at your touch. Your eyes drift down from his face to the panties, which are slowly wetting with pre-cum. Secondo shudders, a soft moan escaping his lips as his head tilts back ever so slightly. His eyes flutter closed as he pants, gripping onto your leg with both hands to steady himself.
“Ahh.. bella, that feels so good..”
He lets out a low groan, his body arching against your foot. “Nngh- please, don’t stop!” he whines, shifting on his knees as he tries to grind his now erect cock against your boot. You can see the angry pink tip peeking out of his panties, feel his piercings drag against your foot.
“Go on, then. Use my boot.”
He opens his eyes slightly, his gaze half-lidded. His whole body looks flushed as his lips part, soft pants escaping him. “Y-yes. Please.” His voice quivers with need as he pushes himself forward, rutting his length against your boot. The fabric and lace of his panties rubs against him as he does, creating a delicious friction. His small moans escalate, and his breathing is heavy as he continues to rut against your boot. He lets out a small keening noise as he rocks against you, his eyes fluttering shut once more.
“I.. I never thought… ngh.. feels so good..” He mutters through pants, his body trembling in pleasure. The lace is starting to leave red marks on his skin from the friction, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is you, and the sensations you were creating. “Please, don’t stop.. Don’t stop, cara, I'm so close!”
He pleads, his hips moving against you more urgently. The fabric of the lace was creating an absolutely sinful sensation against his leaking member, and every twitch of your foot sends waves of pleasure through his body. You can tell that he’s close to the edge, his eyes screwing shut as he pants, heavier and heavier.
“Not yet.”
You slow down the movement of your foot, and Secondo lets out a desperate whine, his body tensing as he tries to hold back his climax.
“Wh.. Why are you stopping? Please, I need…” He looks up at you, a pleading expression on his face.
“You can move, but you cannot come until I say so.” you command, ceasing your movements entirely. The once mighty papa trembles at the command, frustration and excitement washing over him as he nods, his breath coming out in short, shallow puffs.
“Yes.. I understand, I… I'll wait.”
Despite his best efforts, small noises still involuntarily escape him as he continues to hump your boot. He was right there, right on the edge, balanced between pleasure and denial. His grip on your leg tightens, his knuckles turning white with how hard he’s gripping you.
“Ngh.. it.. It’s getting hard to..”
He gasps out, his voice strained. Hearing him near his climax, you pull your boot away, his hands still clinging onto you. He lets out a whimper of protest, his entire body shaking with need. The absence of your foot on his cock makes him feel empty, and he looks up at you with desperate eyes.
“P-please..”
His voice is laced with need and submission. He was on the brink, so close to the edge, yet unable to cross it without your permission. He was completely at your mercy, begging for the release you would not give him. His panties are soaked, precum dribbling down his legs onto the fabric of his stockings.
“Please, tesoro.. I need you, I need you so badly!”
He’s begging, his voice hoarse with desire. You raise an eyebrow at him, a small smile playing at your lips as you speak.
“You will not come until I say so.” You command, and he groans, desperation filling him. Your denial is driving him crazy. He’s so close, his body taut with tension, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Finally, he nods, unable to speak as his chest rises and falls quickly, his breath ragged. You move your boot back onto his crotch, and he lets out a loud, guttural moan. The relief he feels as you press against him is overwhelming, his body immediately rocking against your foot, seeking out the friction that your boot provides.
“Ah.. Oh, thank you.. Thank you…” He gasps, his voice full of gratitude. His body moves against your boot, desperate to chase the release that was being denied to him, his pants and moans filling the room.
“Please… please… I need to come, I need it so badly…” he begs, his voice breaking as he rides the edge of pleasure.
“Do you want me to move away again?” You say, teasing him. Secondo shakes his head frantically, eyes wide with desperation. “No! No, please don’t- I'll be good! I’ll be good, I promise!” He pants, his body trembling. “I won’t come unless you tell me. I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I swear…”
You look down at him, your eyes flicking over his desperate, panting form.
“Good boy.”
A shiver runs through him at the praise, your words sparking something primal in him. He leans further into your boot, desperate to feel more, to please himself more. His body is singing with unspent desire, responding to you like a well-trained pet.
“Yes. Yes, I'll be good. I’ll do anything for you, anything you want,” a moan interrupts his sentence, full of lust and submission. He continues to grind against your boot, his breath coming out in shorter gasps. He’s so close, his body tense. He bites down on his lip, gritting his teeth as he fights to hold back his orgasm building up inside of him.
“S-Satanus.. I’m so close, please.. I need to come, cara, please!”
He keens and whines, looking back up at you, desperation in his eyes. You shake your head.
“Can you wait? Can you wait for me?” you coo, your voice filled with adoration. Secondo nods, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
“Yes, yes, I can wait. I’ll wait for you, as long as you want! I’ll be good, I promise.” he pants, his voice coming out strained. The need to climax is overwhelming, clawing at his insides, but he was determined to wait for your permission. He was shaking with need, struggling to hold back his release. He was panting heavily, his body tensing anytime your boot moved against him, anytime his hips bucked. “Please… please, I can’t take much more.. I need it, I need you so badly…” he croaks out, his voice hoarse as he pleads. He was hanging on by a thread, desperately clinging to his last shred of control as his body aches for release.
“You’ve been such a good boy…” You muse, and a shiver of pleasure runs down Secondo’s spine at the praise. He lets out a low moan, his body arching against your boot as he sought out more of that delicious friction. “Would you say you deserve a reward?”
The papa nods immediately, his body now quivering. “Yes, please! I was good, I did everything you asked, please! I deserve a reward, please…” He begs, desperate and pleading. After a moment, you nod.
“Come for me, Secondo.”
A strangled cry escapes him as he finally gets the permission he’s been waiting for. His body convulses instantly, his hips bucking against your boot as he orgasms, Finding the release he had been torturously holding back. He lets out a guttural moan, his voice coming out strangled and strained as he climaxes.
“Ahh.. oh, Lucifer… Thank you…”
He slumps forward, his body shaken and spent. His forehead comes to rest against your knee, his breath hot and heavy. He’s completely exhausted, his orgasm leaving him practically boneless. His cum runs down his panties, dirtying the fabric as he thanks you, his voice slurring with pleasure. Tears sting the corners of his eyes as the waves of ecstasy slowly subside, leaving him weak and blissful. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths as he tries to calm himself. The lace fabric of his lingerie sticks to his skin, the result of his sweat and release, but he doesn’t care. You run your hand over his head, petting him soothingly, making calming shushing sounds.
He nuzzles against your touch, closing his eyes as a small shiver runs through him. The gentle caress of your hand against his head soothed him, and a small, content sigh escapes his lips. Even in this exhausted state, he was completely subservient, eager to please. He remains on his knees, his body trembling faintly as you see his skull paint smudged all over your leg and his face. He looks up at you with a mix of exhaustion and devotion.
“Thank you.. For everything..” He murmurs, his voice soft, still rough from the moans and gasps that had ripped through him earlier.
“I love you, Secondo.” you say softly, and a small genuine smile tugs at his lips.
“I love you too.” He whispers, his voice sincere, though quiet. Despite everything that had happened throughout the day, there was no doubt in his mind that what he felt for you was love. He tilts his head up, meeting your gaze with a tired and affectionate expression.
“You mean the world to me, amore della mia vita.”
He reaches up, tugging on the hem of your skirt, a silent, unspoken request for you to come closer to him. You sit on the floor next to him, and he shifts, moving closer to you as you take your seat next to him. He leans into your side, wrapping his arms around you as his body buzzes with the aftereffects of hsi release. He holds you close, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“Thank you. Thank you for being so understanding, amore mio.” he murmurs, muffled against your shoulder. “I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I wanted to explore this side of me, this part of me I’ve never shared with anyone before.”
You soften against him, leaning into him as well. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions so quickly, Secondo, I-” He cuts you off, raising his hand.
“Don’t apologize, ragazza bella. You had every right to be upset,” He starts, pulling back slightly to look at you. “I should have talked to you from the beginning, I’m the one who messed up, not you.”
You shake your head. “We both fucked up.” Secondo nods in agreement, a small laugh escaping him. There’s a few moments of comfortable silence before you speak up. “Do you need water? A towel?”
He pulls back again, nodding as he looks down at you. “A towel would be nice.” He admits, his voice a touch husky from your previous activities. “I’m, eh. A bit sticky.” He adds, smiling. There’s still a light flush dusted over his body, a reminder of the intense pleasure he had just experienced only moments ago. He reaches up, tenderly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before continuing. “... And some water would be lovely as well.”
You nod, standing up. “Of course. I’ll be right back.”
Secondo watches you leave, a pang of loss filling him, though he knows you’ll only be gone a few minutes. He shifts into a more comfortable position on the floor, waiting for you to return. When you step back into the office, closing the door behind you, he looks up and smiles, patting the spot next to him, indicating that he wants you to sit back down next to him.
“Thank you.” he says warmly, taking the items from your hand. He begins wiping himself off, cleaning himself up before uncapping the bottle of water and taking a long swig of it. He reaches out, taking your hand in his, gently lacing his fingers in between yours. He brings your hand up, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles.
“I don’t deserve you.” He whispers, his voice laced with tenderness. You lean your forehead against his, and for a while, the two of you sit there, the world forgotten.