Marcello
After talking with Marco for almost an hour and I give myself a break and take a few calls. I cross the salon and find Elsa emerging from the toilet. She adjusts the top of her suit, giving me a flash of nearly an entire globe of flesh, and lust gathered in my groin. When did she change into the black bikini suit?
“Wait,” I bark as she starts for the pool area.
Hand flying to her chest, she spins to face me. “Fuck. You scared the shit out of me.”
That dirty mouth. Most Italian women don’t curse like this woman, and I am not sure if I like it or not. I stop in my tracks, keeping to the shadows, where no one from the outside will be able to see us. “Come here.”
She casts a glance over her shoulder. “Why?”
“Because I said so, monella.”
“I don’t think we should be alone in here.”
Interesting response. Is she worried? I doubt it. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She nibbles on her lip and I can almost see her brain thinking it over. Despite her hesitation, her nipples pucker through the thin fabric, betraying her. Whereas most women would feel fear, Elsa is different. She is attracted to me despite the fear-though she probably hated herself for it.
I will change that. Soon she will beg me to fuck her and lick her pussy. To suck my cock and swallow my come. There will be no shame between us, no limits to the depravity I will show her. And she will love every minute.
She throws her shoulders back and strides toward me, unafraid. Her breasts bounce with every step, her hips swayed, and I can hardly breathe. Who ever has given her that bikini deserves to be crucified! It is barely covering her full boobs and juicy ass.
When she reaches me, she arches a brow in challenge, and my hand itches with the desire to throw her over my lap and spank her insolent ass.
She watches me with big round eyes, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breaths. A droplet of water rolls down her temple, and I use my thumb to gently brush the moisture from her soft skin.
“When did you change into this suit, Madonna?” I ask. She gazes up at me. Her throat works as she swallows. “I wanted to swim and I couldn’t do it in my shorts and tank top so I asked a crew member for a bathing suit and surprisingly they had new sets of bikinis on the boat,” she responds, her eyes dancing with something I can’t put my fingers on.
“Is that so?” my fingers reach for her bare waist. I drag along it to feel her sun kissed golden skin.
“My guests can’t see you like this. This meeting is important to me, Elsa. I hope I already told you that,” I say, failing to get my eyes off her.
My dick begins to lengthen in my trunks. Minchia! I can not get an erection right now.
“What did you expect me to do? Alessia is wearing a bikini, and we both wanted to swim. What is the big deal?”
“This scrap of cloth is barely covering anything. Are you trying to give my guest or my crew a show?”
“I don’t give a damn what you think. I think this bikini looks good on me and I don’t need your opinion on what I can wear,” she rises her chin stubbornly.
Dio! This woman!
I step forward, closing the distance between us, and she begins backing away. I continue until her spine connects with the oak paneling, then I brace my hands on either side of her head.
“I shouldn’t. You’re…well, it wouldn’t be….” She huffs. “We shouldn’t be alone.”
I flustered her. Excellent. “We will be, though. Often.”
“No, we won’t,”
“I don’t care.” I drag my eyes over her stunning features, down to her lips. They are plump and wet with her saliva, begging to be tasted. I have to resist for just a little while longer or else I will be fucking her in the next few minutes while I still have guests to attend to.
“I’m sure your girlfriend would love to hear that,” she whispers.
Girlfriend?
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about, Marcello. I know you are fucking someone. I met with her in the house after she spent the night with you,” She sounds angry judging from her tone and the look on her face. Is it jealous? I can’t tell.
Sofia? My girlfriend?
I never do such kind of flowery romance.
I try not to laugh.
“That’s a very decent title you’ve given her, but we are not dating. Yes, I fuck her but there is no such kind of relationship between us. I hope that puts your heart at peace. I am going to deal with her,” I tell her.
“You’re going to kill her?” Elsa hisses.
I shake my head, disappointed in her opinion of me. Granted, I haven’t shown her much else, but that will soon change. “No, but I’ve decided I no longer want her.”
I watch as she tries to make sense of what I have said, confusion and trepidation etched in her features. “Why?”
Now she was asking the right questions.
“Because I want someone else.” I dip my head closer and put my lips by her ear. “And one thing you should know, Elsa, is that I always get what I want.”
Her
“Of course.” Leaving her behind, I stride toward the patio deck.
This has never bothered me with Sofia. In fact, she has paraded around topless during many of my business meetings on the yacht, and it amused me to see the way the men coveted her.
This was not the case with Elsa.
I can’t not say why, but I don’t want anyone seeing her bare flesh but me. She is mine.
Elsa and Alessia are in the pool, hanging onto the side and drinking. Alessia is exactly what one expected: thin, beautiful, and boring. Compared to her, Elsa is a radiant burst of sunlight, one that glimmered and sparkled. She is ripe and sexy, with no bony angles, and a body that was made for fucking.
Which was precisely why I don’t want any other man seeing it. They will only be thinking about one thing.
I approached the pool and thrust my hands in my pockets. “Are you having a nice time, Elsa?”
Her barely-covered tits bob in the water as she reaches for her full glass. “I am, Marcello. The best time.”
Is she drunk? I don’t want her too inebriated.. “That’s enough prosecco. You should eat something.”
She rolls her eyes. “So bossy. I already had some salami, Marcello.”
Then for some reason, she and Alessia break out into a fit of hysterical giggles. Cristo santo. God save me from drunk women.
Gabriele walks up behind me. “A phone call, Marcello,” he whisper. “Sounds important.”
I sigh and tell him, “I’ll take it. No more prosecco for her. Make sure she eats something.” I excuse myself to Marco and went into my office on the yacht.
For the next fifteen minutes I am on the phone with one of my men who oversees the incoming shipments at the Siderno port. A group of pirates have seized some of our product, which meant I needed to reach out to the pirates on my payroll to find out the persons responsible. My contact says he doesn’t know but will look into it and report back to me.
Hanging up, I rub my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I suddenly wished that this was all over. How had my day turned to shit so quickly?
Standing, I go back outside to the pool deck-and stop in my tracks. Elsa is laying on her stomach on a chaise, the ties of her suit top hanging loose. Marco and Alessia are cuddling on a nearby lounge, but Marco’s eyes are locked on Elsa’s ass.
My hands shake and I have to shove them in my pockets to keep from punching the wall. It is incredibly dangerous to tempt a man like Marco.
“I’m afraid I must cut our day short,” I announce tightly. “There is something that needs my attention.” Taking care of Elsa, but they need not know that. “Perhaps we can do this again soon, Marco.”
Elsa struggles to tie the strings of her top and I want to roar with frustration. I want to go over there and throw a towel around her so no one ever saw her but me. I wanted to fuck her until she follows orders.
Marco stands up and helps Alessia to her feet. “We’d like that, Marcello. Thank you for your hospitality. We’ll be in touch about that other matter.”
He shakes my hand then I kisse both of Alessia’s cheeks. “Thank you both for coming. Gabriele will assist you back into your boat.”
Elsa is now on her feet, the triangles of her top slightly askew. She rushes to hug Alessia. “Ciao, Alessia. It was nice spending the day with you.”
“Ciao, Elsa. I hope I see to see you again someday.”
In your dreams. That is not likely to happen any time soon or later while she is still under my protection.