I turn on the wand, pressing it to my clit. It takes seconds to come. The sensations are so powerful all my body has time to do is register that it’s happening and then it hits me.
He pulls back and slams into my ass in the same instant. “Fuck, that’s good,” he says as my body starts to shake in place.
“Fuck, I’m coming, Sir,” I say, holding the wand in place, my climax more powerful than any I’ve ever had.
It just keeps getting better with him. Every time I come home from a dig, we do this. He brings me to an orgasm so strong I almost pass out. Every single time.
“Fuck,” I manage to mutter again, my limbs trembling, my pussy contracting around nothing, my ass gripping him inside me.
I yelp as he spanks me a moment later. “No cursing,” he says, pulling back with his hips, driving into me again. “You know how I feel about cursing.”
“Fucking cursing, you mean?” I ask, glancing back at him. “Fucking come in my asshole, you fucker.”
He spanks me over and over again, the sting of it helping prolong my orgasm.
“Bad girl,” he says. “Dirty mouth on my bad girl.”
“Fucking come in me,” I say again.
He thrusts faster, grabbing my hips, driving into my ass over and over again.
The wand is still buzzing next to me. I pick it back up, pressing it to my clit. Within seconds I’m rewarded with a second orgasm, hitting hard over the fading waves of the first.
I sense rather than feel him coming into my ass, his cock spurting deep in me as I collapse to the bed, waves of pleasure threatening to drown me in ecstasy.
I can’t think. I can’t do anything but breathe as he slides out of me, rolling onto his side, running his hand up and down my back. “Missed you,” he says.
“Missed you too. Fuck, that was good.”
He leans over and picks up the crop, waving it in front of my face. “Curse again and see where it gets you.”
“Sorry, Sir,” I say, leaning past the crop to kiss him. “I forgot myself.” I nod toward the crop. “Though perhaps I do need punishing.”
“What for?”
“Going away and leaving you alone for this long. I suppose that means I’m still a bad girl?”
“The worst.” He kisses me softly. “But I wouldn’t change you for the world.”
24
Leonardo
One year later…
The sculpture’s already melting.
The fire is lit in the hearth. The lights shine brightly above our heads. All the windows are open but the heat is still enough to melt the ice bride and groom.
I feel nothing when I look at the flames.
That’s been her greatest gift to me. I can see fire and not freeze. I’ve deleted the video of Giuseppe’s death. I don’t need to see it anymore.
Anna is looking up at the sculpture, frowning. She turns to face me. “Aren’t you bothered that it’ll melt?”
I shake my head. “Ice sculptures don’t last forever. I’ve got the ones on the beach if I want permanence.”
“So cool that you got those finished, by the way.”