Fuck.
I slump back in my chair…not half as ashamed as I am.
I fucking hate him.
Francesca
I smile as I stir dinner, I’ve got a romantic night planned. We fucked like animals all weekend, but tonight will be different.
I feel him before I see him, and I glance over to see Giuliano leaning on the doorjamb. “How long have you been standing there?” I smirk as I keep stirring.
He steps forward, closing the distance between us, and takes me into his arms. “I could stare at you all day.” He kisses me softly. “Dinner smells amazing.”
“Cooking for people that I love is my most favorite thing to do.”
His dark eyes hold mine as he slowly undoes his tie. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I whisper, distracted by his tie as he slowly slides it all the way off and holds it in his hands.
“You know what my favorite thing is?” he asks as he holds the tie between his fingers.
“What?”
“Fucking.”
I swallow the lump in my throat as we stare at each other. “Don’t look at me like that.”
He smiles. “Like what?”
“Like you’re going to eat me, I want a proper date where we aren’t fucking like animals.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You should have probably thought about that before you got dressed into that outfit…or should I say, undressed into that outfit.” He taps his lap.
“No.” I smile.
“Now,” he demands, for some reason my body instantly obeys him. He has this sexual dominance that oozes out of him, my need to please him is something I’ve never experienced before. I walk over to him and he puts my wrists together and wraps his tie around them, I watch on as he does it up with a tight knot.
Effectively bringing me at his mercy and completely under his control.
He slowly pulls the ribbon sash on my robe and it falls undone, my naked body is instantly on display and he gives me a satisfied smile as his eyes roam over my naked flesh. Raising his hand, he cups my breast and dusts his thumb back and forth over my nipple, it hardens for him and he lets out a low hum. “I love how your body is so responsive to mine,” he murmurs, distracted. He bends and takes it into his mouth and goose bumps instantly scatter over my skin.
Every time he touches me…it’s like the first time.
How did I live without this?
He bares his teeth as his dark eyes hold mine and he bites my nipple, hard enough to hurt but just before pain. “Oww,” I whimper.
“E doloroso, piccola?” (Translation: “Does that hurt, baby?) he whispers.
A thrill runs through me, he’s never spoken to me in Italian before, this is new.
I nod.
He bites me harder. “Bene.” (Translation: Good.)
“Oww.” I go to step back and he holds the tie that is wrapped around my wrists. “Non andrai da nessuna parte.” (Translation: You’re not going anywhere.) I glance down to see the large erection in his suit pants.
I stare at him as my arousal hits fever pitch.
Gone is my childhood sweetheart. The king of Italy is here.
He’s here as the man he is now, an animal, so virile, primal.
Holding me by my tied hands, he leads me over to my couch and stands me at the end of it. “Solleva le Braccia.” (Translation: Arms up.)
“Huh?”
He pulls my arms up by the tie and bends me over the end of the couch, my arms are tied above my head as I lean onto my elbows. Then he lifts my robe so that my bare behind is sticking up into the air. “Cosi va meglio,” (Translation: Better.) he murmurs darkly as he rubs my skin in a slow circular motion. He then lifts my right leg and leans it up against the back of the couch, effectively spreading me right out.
I smirk into the couch. Fucking deviant.
“Ecco un panorama mozzafiato,” (Translation: This is a much better view.) he replies.
I giggle and then he spreads my behind cheeks apart with his two hands and I fall instantly silent.
What’s he doing?
He traces his fingertip over my back entrance.
“Jules.”
“Sshh, don’t make me gag you, baby girl. You may not like the taste of my socks.”
English, he’s back with me.
I smile, relieved, into the couch and then I feel his tongue there.
Oh….
I hold my breath as he licks me again, I’ve never….
Oh fuck….
He licks me again and I can feel his stubble, goose bumps scatter all over.
“You know I’m going to fuck you here, don’t you?” he growls as he really begins to lick me harder, his hands pulling my cheeks apart, opening me completely up for him.
My sex throbs for attention as she searches for more.
In the position he’s got me in, legs spread wide with my hands tied above my head, I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to.
He unzips his suit pants and my heart is hammering hard in my chest.