“Good girl for asking.” I pass her the vibrator, watching as she leans under herself, pressing it straight to her clit. I can’t resist any longer. I planned to tease her for some time, but she just looks too good like that on the gallery floor.
I position myself behind her hips. “I’ve got to fuck you,” I tell her.
“I was hoping you’d say that. I need you inside me right now.”
I guide myself into her wetness, loving the heat of her around my cock as I drive myself all the way in. I press my hips into her ass, moving the plug with my hand, matching the rhythm of my cock, sliding it back and forth, filling and stretching her to the absolute limit.
“That feels incredible,” she says. “Don’t stop.”
She knows I sometimes tease her at this point but not today. I can’t resist her. She looks too beautiful. I move faster, staring at the plug as it dips in and out of her ass, held tight in my hand. I know I’m on the brink and another few seconds is all I’ve got.
“Shit,” she gasps. “I’m coming.” Her pussy contracts around my cock, and her legs shake in place as her orgasm races through her. The sensation of her gripping my shaft tips me over the edge, and I spurt deep inside her, pushing the plug all the way in simultaneously.
I thrust again, more cum spraying inside her pussy. She collapses to the floor, sliding off me, panting heavily as the smell of sex fills the air.
“That was so good,” she says, her voice muffled by the tiles. She pushes herself onto her side, shifting the blindfold off her eyes, grinning up at me from a wild-looking face. “So good.”
“That’s what happens when you join me in the underworld,” I say. “You get that a lot.”
“In that case, to paraphrase Groundhog Day, I pray for a long and lustrous winter that never ends.”
I help her to her feet, pointing at a door to the left. “The second best work of art in this place is behind that door. Would you like to see it?”
Clearly intrigued, she gets up, holding onto my arm. “I’m still leaking,” she says. “Shouldn’t I go get cleaned up?”
“Toilet’s in there,” I say, nodding behind me. She disappears for a moment, giving me time to put my cock away and ensure everything’s ready. When she comes back out, I take her hand and push open the door.
She turns to me, shock evident on her face. “You did this?”
“Note where it’s paused.”
She looks at the projector screen, wrinkling her brow before facing me again. “That’s where we got up to last time.”
I lead her to the two leather armchairs, with popcorn and drinks set up between them. I hand her the remote control as I sit down. “If Brewster’s Millions is your favorite movie, I think I owe it to you to watch the end of it.”
There’s a tear in her eye as she kisses me before settling into her seat. “I love you,” she says. “And not just for this.”
“I know. You want my fortune as well, don’t you?”
“Well, you’ve figured out my secret at last. This was all an elaborate ploy to steal your money. Damn, gave the game away there, didn’t I?”
“Don’t worry. You’re my wife. What’s mine is yours.”
“In that case…” She grabs a handful of my popcorn as she hits play on the remote. “You won’t mind me doing that, will you?”
The movie plays, and I sit back and enjoy it. Tomorrow the Vatican art museum and all its treasures. Tonight, I have a treasure more priceless than all of them. One that I intend to keep for the rest of my life. And what this Don wants, this Don gets.