Soft fingertips traced circles all around my flesh, and then I felt his cock gently prodding at the apex of my thighs. “Continue talking while you open for me, little mouse.”
I pushed my ass out a little, giving him access, and I whimpered when I felt his cock slowly pushing between my legs.
“The passion flower has a unique structure—oh God,” I moaned when he nudged against my entrance.
“Don’t stop, little mouse.”
With one hand, I grabbed ahold of the vine, every muscle inside my body clenched tight with anticipation.
“The passion flower has a unique structure—” he eased his cock inside me “—which requires a large bee to effectively pollinate.”
“Go on.”
I pushed my hips out just as he gave a hard thrust forward. I dropped my glass of champagne and grabbed the passion flower with my other hand, crumpling the petals in my palm.
“Passion flowers have great calming effects and are used in medicine to treat insomnia.”
Castello started to move faster as he eased in and out of me. I continued to keep my gaze on the crowd, which was completely oblivious to what Castello and I were doing in the garden.
“Keep on talking.” He pulled me harder against him, pushing deeper inside me.
“Jesus,” I moaned.
“I said keep talking.” His palm met the skin of my thigh with a loud crack, and I sucked in a breath.
“Spanish explorers learned about passion flowers from native Peruvians.” Harder, deeper, faster. I gripped the flowers and leaves tighter in my palms. “They named these plants for their resemblance to a crucifix.” My voice was nothing more than whimpers and rapid breaths.
“The Passion is a term used to describe the final period of Jesus Christ’s life, including his crucifixion.”
Castello started to pound into me. His flesh slapping against mine, and the sound of his cock entering my weeping body over and over and over again, created a filthy melody to fill the air around us.
“Fiore della passione,” I whispered and felt him pour every ounce of his pleasure inside me. I pushed my ass out even more since I was right there at the edge, ready to get pushed over. But Castello stilled behind me, easing his grip on my hips.
“I’m not going to let you come.” He swiped my hair to the side and placed a kiss just below my neck. “I want you to walk around tonight, needy and wanting.” He moved his other hand around my waist, and his hand dipped between my legs. “I want you to ache right here.” He pushed his finger against my clit before dragging it toward my entrance. “And I want you to spend every moment thinking of how fucking good it’s going to feel the next time I’m inside you.”
“Castello.” I wanted to beg, but he brought his finger up to my lips.
“Shh. Don’t talk, just obey.”
He spun me around, my body still buzzing with need and lust which I knew would not dissipate, not before he gave me what I needed. And after the simple act of submission he had shown me earlier, I needed him more than ever. Not just my body, but my mind, my soul…my heart. Deep down, I’d known that I had fallen for this man when I was still his prisoner, but I just wasn’t ready to admit it to him…or myself. But the words were starting to burn my throat, trickling on my tongue, begging to be said. It was only a matter of time before those words would slip out and become reality.
With intense, dark, mysterious eyes, he stared at me while removing the blue tie from his shirt collar. “Even though I would love nothing more than to see your thighs dripping wet with my cum while you mingle with our guests tonight, I don’t think everyone would appreciate the sight as much as I would.”
He placed his tie between my legs and rubbed the silk against my wet folds. It took every ounce of my self-control for me not to rock my hips. My body was that goddamn desperate for release.
Castello cleaned my inner thighs then tucked the dirty tie in his jacket pocket. He took my hand in his and opened my palm, revealing the purple crumpled petals of what once was a beautiful passion flower.
“It’s so easy to destroy a delicate beauty, to watch it wither and wilt.” He took my chin between his fingers, lifting my face toward him. I shivered as he placed a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth. “I pray I don’t destroy you, little mouse.”
***
We walked up the stairs, my body still electrified by what Castello and I had just done. It felt oddly thrilling walking among the other guests knowing they were completely oblivious to the fact that Castello and I had just fucked in the garden and that the apex of my thighs still bore the evidence. But it wasn’t just my body that felt alive, my heart felt as if it had the power to break through my chest. I was happy. There was a part of me that felt…happy.
Castello leaned in to me as we approached his uncle. “That pussy of yours better stay wet for me, little mouse.” He stepped away just as his uncle came within hearing distance.
“Uncle Gino.”
“Castello, I was wondering where you two were.”