“I thought we were having Port?”
“A tasting,” she murmurs, licking her full lips. “I’ve always wondered if the vessel it’s served in changes the character of the wine. What do you think?”
If you’re ever leaving, now’s the time.
Daniela tugs on my hand, and I let her lead, until we get to the bookcase that opens to the tasting room. This is the moment of truth. I can keep my promise, or I can indulge my darkest desires. I feel the beads forming on the back of my neck.
With one hand on my chest, she brushes the other over my cock. There’s not a single fucking decision to be made at that point.
I pin her against the shelves and ravage her mouth until her back arches and needy gasps escape from her throat.
“There’s something you should know,Princesa. You can seduce me, bare your tits, and leave your panties in the drawer, but I’m in charge of everything that comes after that. Tonight, I’ll be the one who chooses the vintage and the vessel.” I brush my mouth along the shell of her ear. “I hope you’re prepared to finish what you started.”
She lifts her chin, until her eyes meet mine. “I hope you’re prepared to taste—everything.” Her voice is husky, and my dick is begging for a small taste of whatever she’s offering.
I crossed the line and there’s no turning back. Not for me. I’m not going anywhere tonight—not without her.
I flip the door latch and drag her into my private tasting room, where the light is scant and the walls are soundproof.
37
DANIELA
Iblink several times as my eyes adjust to the dim light.
Victor and I were here this afternoon, choosing Port, and setting out glasses and snacks for the tasting. But the space is different now that Antonio is here. It’s sultry, reeking of sin and the promise of pleasure that only he gives me.
The contours of the room are fuzzy. There’s only him—his searing gaze, and the stark masculinity that fills every crevice, every turn of the room.
My body burns for him. He knows it too.
With two graceful strides, he reaches the long wooden table and lowers himself to the beveled edge.
Time stills as his shimmering eyes rake over my body, admiring me like a prized possession. I don’t shy away tonight. I let him look to his heart’s content, while I soak in the admiration in his dark gaze. The unfettered passion.
He’s all I see. All I taste. All I smell. And I want to touch him. Ineedto touch him. Just the thought of his warm skin under my fingertips makes my pussy flutter.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands from his perch. “Let’s see if you were really brazen enough to leave your panties upstairs.”
I smile softly. I’m wearing panties. Not because I wasn’t feeling brazen, but because I was anxious about losing the jeweled plug I inserted before coming downstairs for dessert. He’ll be disappointed when he sees the red lace, but my jeweled ass should more than make up for it.
I slide the camisole off, shaking out my hair. His eyes are pitch black when I hold out my hand and offer him the flimsy lingerie.
Antonio takes it from me, rubbing the silk between his fingers before dropping it on the table beside him.
“I want your skirt,” he demands in a voice like coarse stone that makes my skin tingle.
Slowly, I pull down the zipper and shimmy the gauzy fabric over my hips until it pools at my feet.
“You’re a tease,” he murmurs, getting to his feet. I forget to breathe as he steps closer, his eyes glued to mine. “There’s a special punishment for teases.”
My ass clenches at his seductive tone, and I can barely contain the triumph when I feel the plug.He’s going to be surprised.There’s nothing headier than surprising Antonio.Nothing.
“The punishment—will I like it?”
He throws his head back and laughs.
It’s such a wonderful sound and it fills my heart with joy.