He swipes the whip across her bare buttocks, and even from this distance, I can make out the lash mark blooming red. Without waiting, he brings his arm down and lashes her a second, third, fourth time, alternating between the butt cheeks. With each hit her entire body swings forward, balanced as she is on the toes of her feet. The pale cream of her backside is marked with red marks. He pauses, leans forward and presses his palm to her, no doubt, aching ass. He massages it, leans in, then whispers in her ear. When she nods, he pats her head and a ripple runs down her body. He slides back, puts distance between them, then takes position. Brings his hand down and whips her ten times in quick succession. By the end of it, the woman is shaking, barely able to stay upright.
He throws his whip aside, shoves his pants down, then closes the distance between them. He wraps his arm around her, his touch both tender and dominant at once. He pulls her hips to him, adjusts himself at her entrance, and in one quick thrust, impales her.
The blood rushes to my groin…which is to be expected. The entire scene is erotic, hedonistic and set up to draw exactly that response from the spectator. What surprises me, though, is the raw passion between him and his sub. I’d always known Luca was in the lifestyle, but hadn’t realized just how much he got off on the exhibitionism of it all.
There is more to my younger brother than meets the eye.
In the time that it took for him and my younger siblings to join me in LA, he had already changed. I'd realized, then, I never should have left them alone to face my father's wrath and his heavy hand.
I had escaped the first chance I’d gotten. I had convinced myself that I had to get out first, before I could send for the rest of them. Had I been too selfish? Had those few months that I had spent apart from my brother resulted in my father irrevocably hurting him. It's something we never speak about. Every time I try to bring it up, Luca merely changes the subject. And after a while, I had stopped asking about it too. Maybe I should confront him about it soon?
Below me, Luca begins to fuck the woman in earnest. She throws her head back as he reaches around to squeeze her nipple. He slides his, hand down to her clit and begins to play with it. I can’t hear them, but there’s no doubt that it sends her into an erotic high as she writhes and moves, tries to turn her head in his direction to kiss him. He leans back, and she chases his mouth. He grins, his teeth white against the tan of his skin. The woman pouts and he slaps her pussy. She shudders and it’s clear she’s close to orgasm and—I turn away from the view. Shit, now I am horny as fuck.
I turn, just as the door opens. A woman walks in. Dark hair that flows to her waist, hourglass figure, she’s clad in a green dress that falls to her knees.
She turns and heads toward me.
5
Michael
The woman glides toward me on heels that have to be at least six inches high. The jeweled straps around her ankles contrast with the simplicity of the rest of the get up. She pauses in front of me, her head only reaching somewhere in the vicinity of my chest.
"Capo," she lowers her chin in a gesture of acceptance, "I was told you’d need my services."
"Is that right?"
"Yes," She tips up her chin, peers up from under her thick eyelashes. Her green eyes shine at me. I’m instantly transported back to my dream. The witch with the green eyes, dark hair, and skin like satin who had ensnared me. I place my fingers against her cheek and the softness tugs at me. She leans into my touch and the scent of her—something unknown, something sweet and cloying envelops me. My gut churns and my skin crawls. It’s not her. Of course, it’s not her. What had I expected? That because I thought of her, she would magically appear in front of me. She looks similar to the woman who had occupied my dreams, that much I can’t refute, though.
"Who sent you?" I growl, "Who’d dare try to intuit my needs so closely?"
She jerks her chin to the side, and I turn, glance down to find Luca staring up at me. He continues to fuck the woman whose mouth is open as she, no doubt, moans every time he rams into her from behind. He smirks at me and I show him the bird. How the hell did thatfiglio di puttanaguess what kind of woman I had dreamed about? Clearly, just a coincidence, or my dear brother is more perceptive than I’ve give him credit for. He laughs, then turns back to pleasuring the woman in front of him.
I glance down at the girl who’s standing with her head bowed.
"Take off your clothes," I order.
I watch as she bends, catching the hem of her dress, slowly peeling it off. She drops it to the floor and stands before me completely naked with bejeweled six-inch stripper shoes. What had I expected? Clearly, she isn’t the woman from my dreams. How had I even thought for one second that she would come anywhere close to the purity?
That innocence with that sultry, unfettered desire within her gaze. Droplets of sweat beaded across her brow, her scent of moonflowers streaked with hot sex and that potent complex taste of her arousal which lingers on my tongue… All of her, coating my senses, while my conscience is tearing at me to get away from this woman who is not her.Porca puttana.
What the hell is wrong with me?
There’s a woman standing naked in front of me and I am not even tempted to touch her? This has gotta stop, right here. Right now.
I grip her shoulders urge her toward the glass wall. "Turn around; put your hands on the wall," I growl. I have to fuck her; doesn’t mean I have to watch her face while I do it.
She obeys.
"Part your legs," I order and she instantly complies.Boring.I stifle a yawn as I shove my hand down my pants, pull out my dick and begin to stroke myself.Come on, come on, you can do this.I swipe my hand up and down my length, and again…until, I finally begin to harden. Thank fuck. I blow out a breath. For a second there, I’d been sure I wouldn’t be able to get it up.
"Jut your hips backward," I command and she pushes out her bottom. I lean into her and the scent of her envelops me. Too sweet… Too…cloying. Too fucking different from the moonflowers that I want to draw into my lungs. My belly knots and the band around my chest tightens. I want to fit my dick to the channel of her willing pussy, and take her…but a cold sweat beads my palms.Porca miseria!
This is driving me fucking crazy.
I step back, tuck myself in. I move away and she glances over her shoulder, her gaze wide as she takes in my fully-clothed form.
"Leave," I bark as I run my fingers through my hair. "Get the fuck out of here."