Marcello
After I cleaned her up, we stretched out on the bed. Elsa is quiet as I hold her, and I know what she has said is weighing on her. But it was inevitable. The sooner she came to terms with it, the better.
“I am clean, by the way,” I say. I haven’t ever fucked a woman without a condom before and am tested regularly. And I know Elsa’s health report is clean because I reviewed it as soon as I brought her here. With her being sexually active, I’d needed to know if she had any diseases.
“Oh. Right. Thank you.”
I stroke her hip. She is sprawled half on top of me, her tits smashed into my chest. If I allowed myself a riposo each day, this would be exactly how I’d want to spend it. I don’t normally spend a lot of time with my kept women. I don’t like to see them around often that’s why we only meet when the need arises and they live immediately after.
It doesn’t feel that way with Elsa, though. She has been raised in that life, albeit sheltered from her father’s activities. But unlike most women, Elsa and I like many of the same things. Being outdoors, the farm and vineyard… not to mention the way we fucked. I like control and she loves to be on the receiving end of it. A perfect match.
I kiss the crown of her head. “You shouldn’t wear that bikini again. ”
She sighs. “You can’t order me around, Marcello.”
Back to this? “I can and you will do as I say.”
“No, fuck that.” She pushes away slightly to frown at me. “I have a mind of my own. I’m not at your beck and call.”
She could not have been more wrong. “You are, for as long as you are here. Or do I need to make you admit it again?” It will not be a hardship, that is for certain.
She glares at me. “You are the absolute worst.”
Pressing up, I kiss her, shoving my tongue in her mouth until she softens. Then I kiss her some more just because I like it. When she gives me one of her little whimpers, I break off. “I am demanding and a stronzo, but I will make this worthwhile for you.”
“By letting me go?”
“When the time is right, yes. If that is what you want.”
“What about now?”
I chuckle and slap her ass, which I knew had to be sore. “When we tire of each other and not a second before.”
“Actually I’m pretty tired of you at the moment.”
“Lies.” I cup her tit and pinch her nipple, kissing her until she writhes against me. My insatiable piccola monella.
Her gaze is unfocused when I finally pull away. I smile. “Come. I’ll wash you in the shower and tell you about this afternoon.”
She does not argue and I take that as an encouraging sign as I lead her to the bathroom. As soon as the water is hot, I tug her into the shower with me.
“Your shower is bigger than mine,” she says as I nibble on her neck under the warm spray. “I like it.”
“You are welcome to use it any time you like.” For a brief insane moment, I consider moving her into my suite. But I haven’t shared my living space with a woman before. That’s why I have them using Elsa’s room in the opposite suite. I like having my personal space.
Taking the soap, I work up a lather in my hands and pull her back against my chest. I soap her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She winds her arms around my head, giving me her weight and full access to her luscious body. Cazzo, she is gorgeous. Any runway in Milan would be lucky to have her. I know many designers and could get her a job with the snap of my fingers if she wishes.
I reach for her clit, stroking and circling with two fingertips, loving the way she responds to me. Never has a lover been so in tune with what I need, her cravings are a perfect match to my own. Elsa’s submission is the sweetest I have ever experienced. I feel like a god every time she gives in.
Soon she is panting, her ass rocking against the semi-erect cock between my legs. If she kept that up, I’d fuck her again in the shower, and I know she has to be sore.
I maneuvere her into the spray and let the water cascade down her sun-kissed skin, while I soap my own body. Her gaze darts between my legs as I washed my cock and balls, and her gaze does not falter. Whatever the fuck she’s thinking.
She inspects my shampoo, bringing the bottle to her nose. “This smells amazing.”
She begins washing her hair, so I reach and move her hands out of the way so that I can do it.
“You are being so extra right now.”
I smack her ass lightly. “Tell me or I will put you over my knees and spank you harder,” I say. She chuckled playfully.
“I would prefer a punishment fuck. It is more worth it,” she says. My piccola monella is being so bratty right now. I like it.
“You are not supposed to enjoy it. It’s a punishment, ” I tell her.
“I know that, but somehow I always end up enjoying it with you though, ” she said.
“Is that so? I will have to be more aggressive next time. ”
“In your dreams, Don Marcello. There won’t be next time. ” She moves under the spray to rinse her hair.
“Are you planning to be my good girl, bellisima? ” I say, knowing very well what she meant. It is amusing how confident Elsa always is about her escaping from here.
“That’s less likely to happen than me not wearing that black suit again,” she responds. I grab her by the waist and pull her into my body. She gasps.
“You like disobeying me on purpose, don’t you?”
“That’s how I am, Marcello. You will never get me to obey you. Not even with your humongous cock,” she hisses.
“You like what I do to you, bellisima. We are not different; you like it dirty, just like I do.” I push her against the tile and eat at her mouth, devouring her as I thrust my tongue inside. She kisses me back, meeting me eagerly, and my balls are heavy again with the need to have her. Cristo santo, what was she doing to me? If I am not careful this girl would make me weak.
Besides, I don’t have time for this. I can’t stay longer. There are important things that demand my attention before this day ends. I can’t push my break any longer.
With regret, I break away but I don’t let her go. I stare down into her beautiful eyes, her lashes like wet spikes, and hold onto her jaw.
“Tomorrow, there is a function at a cooperative place. I am taking you with me. You have to try to be more respectful and decent this time. If you don’t have something appropriate to wear, you can let me know and I will have it delivered before tomorrow night,” I tell her.
The haze of desire faded from her expression, her gaze growing hard. She does not like what I am telling her, which is what I had expected, but I don’t care. She gave herself to me, and there is no going backwards.
“Why do I have to go with you? I am not your girlfriend or your wife whatsoever.”
“You are mine. It doesn’t matter how you term it. You are coming with me because I want you to,” I tell her. “Consider it a test.”
“What if I fail your test? Will you send me home?”
“No. I’ll take you down to the dungeon and let you spend a few hours there until you learn your place.”
She gasps, a flash of fear crossing her face. “You wouldn’t.”
I wouldn’t, but she does not need to know it. “I told you, I am keeping you until I think it is time for you to go.”
“I don’t think I will be able to wait that long, Marcello. I will find my way out. ”
“Good luck, baby girl. ”
I push through the glass door and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I hear her mumble curse words all the way out to my closet. I smile to myself, amused by her aura.