An Heiress in Venice (8 page)

***

I couldn’t throw him out. I was greedy and I wanted him to spend the night. Once again, I dismissed my fears with reckless abandon. “So,” I asked him sleepily once we’d washed up and prepared for bed. “I don’t get to touch my pussy without permission?”

He gave me an even look. “No orgasms without permission,” he said. “There will be consequences if you masturbate.”

I pouted, but he was entirely unmoved. He just smiled lazily at me. “My pussy,
gattina
. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I giggled and moved into his body.

Alice:

We’d texted all week. We’d made plans to have dinner Friday. I was more than happy to skip Casanova and have Enzo all to myself. I was going to cook dinner for him. We were going to eat a nice, romantic meal, and he told me he had something special planned for the evening. I couldn’t wait.

Of course, things fell apart.

Friday afternoon, when I received the letter in the mail, I realized the price of my greed and the extent of my self-delusion. My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope, and chills ran down my spine.

Sure enough, there was a photo of Enzo and me, kissing at the front door of the
palazzo
. And on the back was a rant, written in red ink. At least, I hoped it was red ink.

Are you fucking kidding me, Alice? Do you want your nice gentleman friend to die? End this. I grow tired of your defiance.

Did I want Enzo to die? I had been reckless, I’d involved Enzo, and now, he was in danger. I had to pay the price. I had to end things with Enzo tonight at Casanova.

No matter what the cost to my heart was, I had to keep him safe.

***

Enzo:

She had texted me, cancelling our dinner plans, and asking if she could see me instead at Casanova.

I knew an ending when I saw it. What I didn’t know was why.

She cared for me. She knew I cared for her. She was safe – Antonio’s protection had ensured no more break-in attempts, and my conversation with Luigi had kept her out of the tabloids. I’d watched the fear recede gradually from her eyes.

I’d watched her slowly reciprocate my advances, and when she’d laughed and invited me to her apartment on Sunday, I thought we’d turned a corner.

She was blowing hot and cold, and I had one of two options. I could think she was a tease, someone who got their kicks and giggles by playing games.

Every instinct I possessed told me that wasn’t it. She was afraid. Something was preventing her from being who she was. I’d been content to slowly uncover her layers when I thought we had all the time in the world. But now, I needed to act. Fast.

***

She was practically distraught when she got to Casanova. I could tell she was struggling not to burst into tears. “What’s the matter,
gattina
?” I asked, pulling her into my arms. Her body was trembling, and I wanted to hold her tight and promise her that I’d take care of everything. She had nothing to fear.

“Please, Enzo,” she whispered. “I just need to lose myself for a bit. Please take me hard.”

When it came down to it, I could refuse her nothing. “In that case, Alice,” I said evenly, “come with me.”

Alice:

I shivered. His tone had been hard, smoky and sexy; a sure sign that the games between us were beginning. I was weak, but I needed him.
One last time.

“What are we doing?” I asked him, as he pulled me into a private room, furnished only with a bed and the usual dresser filled with sex toys.

He flashed me a truly evil grin. “You’ll find out in due course of time,” he responded. He pulled a black silk blindfold out of the bag and dangled it from his fingertips.

Motes of arousal danced over my entire body at his words; at the ownership implicit in his tone. Unasked, I knelt, my knees parted, my hands linked behind my back. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

Tuck away the memories, Alice. Remember everything. The way his body feels under your fingers, the way his stubble grazes your face when he whispers into your ears. Remember this feeling of utter, complete protected security, though it won’t last. Because, tonight, when you leave this club, this ends.

I pushed back all the emotions with ruthless need. This was almost the end, and I wanted to submerge myself fully in Enzo. Grief could come later.

He tucked a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. “Very good, Alice,” he said. “I do like the kneeling. But you should get naked first.”

I removed my clothes with a minimum of fuss. If he wanted a strip-tease, he’d ask for it. My only role was to obey. Once I was naked, I settled back on my knees, my legs spread apart so I was exposed to his gaze.

I waited.

“Let’s talk about anal sex,” Enzo said. “Interested, or is it a hard limit for you?”

I flushed slightly at his directness. “I like anal,” I responded and he smirked. “What?” I asked defensively. “I was married, you know. It’s a myth that married couples don’t have sex or experiment.”

He laughed aloud. “That wasn’t why I laughed,” he elaborated. “I just really like when you are open about what you want.”

I tilted my face up for a kiss, and his lips grazed mine. When I revealed my hidden desires, he made them come true. There was an addictive power in that honesty. “But it’s been a few years since I’ve done it.”

He looked at me steadily, waiting for me to correct that sentence. Enzo didn’t tolerate pretty euphemisms. “It’s been a few years since I’ve had anal sex, Sir,” I offered, and he flashed me a grin.

“I’m going to ease into it,” he said. “Don’t worry; I have a strong vested interest in making sure you enjoy yourself.”

I smiled. It wasn’t any particular concern that he was going to be harsh that had prompted me to voice that sentiment. “I really didn’t doubt that for a second, Sir,” I said. “But I was surprised you hadn’t already broached the topic of anal sex at Casanova.” Somehow, I had expected that part of the whole Dominance thing was Enzo taking my ass when I was tied up.

Some nameless emotion flickered in his eyes.

***

Enzo:

Why had I waited, why had I held off possessing her round, pert ass at Casanova?

There was something about this woman. Her submission was given with grace and perfect honesty, and though she was new to the game, she played with compelling sincerity. It was more than that though. I had never objectified the women I played with at Casanova, but they had also never quite become three-dimensional to me. With Alice? I had really wanted to know her outside the club.

I wanted to savour all of our firsts, and I didn’t want them all to be at the club. I wanted them to be in the privacy of our own space, our togetherness unmarred by observers. Nothing made me realize how important Alice was to me than my reluctance to share any part of her.

Alice Blackwell was precious to me. Sometime in the last month, she’d become someone I wanted in my life. No, more than that. I didn’t just want her. She quenched a thirst in me I didn’t even realize I had. I needed her.

And so, here we were at Casanova, and here I was, talking about anal sex.

***

I didn’t answer her question.

Instead, I tied the blindfold in place, and tugged her forward. “Come,” I said, placing my hand at the back of her neck. She obeyed, her steps sure, trusting that I would keep her from harm, and I felt my throat constrict at that unspoken gesture of faith.

I positioned her face-up at the center of the bed. For a brief second, I regretted the blindfold. I would have liked to watch the expression in her eyes as I pleasured her. Instead, I would have to contend myself with her breathy moans of need, and I would need to be satisfied with the way that her face twisted with desire.

I pulled out a tube of lubricant and a still-in-its-wrapping medium-size butt plug from the dresser. As I had promised, I had every intention of taking it slow. I wanted my
dolcezza
to give me every part of her body without fear. Her nervousness in a session was to be desired, something that would sharpen her lust. But true fear? That had no place in any relationship, D/s or otherwise.

Slicking the plug with lube, I approached her. Her breathing was slightly faster than normal, and her skin was covered with tiny goose bumps. But her legs were spread for me, and I could see that her pussy was coated with her juice. This was anticipation; and judging by the aching steel of my erection, it was an anticipation that I thoroughly shared.

I propped two pillows under her ass and nudged the plug against her tight hole. I saw her take a deep breath as she relaxed her muscles. “Very nice,
gattina
,” I muttered. “That’s right. Relax those muscles for me.”

“Yes Sir,” she gasped as I pushed in the plug. Her muscles stretched and yielded, and I swallowed at the overwhelmingly erotic sight of the toy disappearing into her ass. I tapped the base of the plug, and she whimpered.

“How does that feel, Alice?” I asked.

“God, I’d forgotten how good this feels,” she moaned. “How sinfully wrong.” A cheeky grin flashed across her face for a brief second. “How nice.”

I bit back my laugh at her sass, and spanked her exposed pussy. “Don’t be a brat, Alice,” I warned, but I could hear the note of indulgence in my voice. “Not unless you don’t want to come tonight.”

She nodded. “I want to come tonight, Sir,” she offered. “I’ll be good.”

I shook my head, an amused smile on my face. There were Doms, even at Casanova, that would have felt disrespected by her attitude, but I cherished it. Each little bit of sass spoke to a deep comfort and trust. If she was afraid, she wouldn’t be tossing out smart-ass one-liners. She’d be clenched tight and quiet and terrified. I couldn’t imagine wanting that kind of mute submission.

“You are soaking wet,
gattina
,” I told her, and watched as her skin coloured. I settled myself between her legs, needing to taste the juices that were threatening to drip on the sheets below.

Each pull of my mouth drew little whimpers from her. Her open thighs quivered around me, as she fought against clamping them shut. She was a soft, trembling ball of need, and I wasn’t holding back; I wanted her to climax.

“Can I come, Sir?” she begged, and I moved my palm to rest against her body.

“Anytime you want,
gattina
,” I said, and she whimpered, undoubtedly aware that my offer came with strings attached. I grinned. She wasn’t entirely off-base; I typically enjoyed keeping her at the edge. Today though – when I plunged my cock into her tight ass, I wanted her sated and relaxed.

My tongue traced a tight circle over her clitoris, and she made a little mewl. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her hands placed above her head, almost by habit. Her fingers were fisted into the pillows, and every muscle in her body was clenched as she neared her peak.

I pushed three fingers into her pussy, wanted to feel the tremors, and she groaned and shattered. Her muscles pulsed and pulled at my fingers, sucking them deeper into her body. Her head was thrown back, and she completely abandoned herself to sensation.

When I felt her muscles ease, I pulled myself up, and cupped her jaw in my hand, kissing her across her lips. She deepened the kiss, and when we finally broke contact, she giggled a little. “You taste like pussy,” she said.

I laughed. “Pussy is delicious,” I told her, and she licked her lips.

“So is your dick,” she said.

“Not tonight, baby,” I replied. “Tonight, I want your perfect ass.”

She inclined her hips up at me in an unmistakable gesture of invitation. I grinned. Alice was sometimes inhibited about asking for what she wanted, but she was never inhibited about sex itself.

My fingers eased the plug out of her, and I found a condom. In the face of her need, my self-control deserted me, and my cock was threatening to burst. I dribbled some lube over the condom, spreading it over my dick, and tricked some lube over her tight bud.

“You ready,
gattina
?” I asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Please, Enzo,” she said. “I really need this.” Her words acted as kindling to my desire. I positioned myself at her entrance and nudged. “Don’t be gentle,” she pleaded. “Take me.”

I growled and thrust in, the head of my cock steadily penetrating that tight hole. “I don’t take,
gattina
, remember? You give.”

She exhaled. “I give,” she agreed. “My ass is yours.” Another movement and the full length of me was inside her, and I waited, giving her a few minutes to get used to my cock.

She felt amazing. Her body gripped my shaft, and I nearly came right then, the sensory overload almost completely overwhelming me. I gritted my teeth and strove for control, holding on, if nothing other than to extend this feeling of complete pleasure.

Slowly, I started pumping, and she hissed and moaned. Her face twisted, and her teeth bit at her lower lip, but before I could worry about whether I was hurting her, she curled her legs around me, wordlessly urging me on.

“Legs spread apart,” I snapped, more from a sense of self-preservation than any real attempt to control the scene. If I felt her heels dig into my ass, I was going to explode shamefully fast in her. My hand reached for her pussy, and I traced her soft folds, before I pressed a thumb onto her clitoris.

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Please.” Her pussy was absolutely drenched, and I smiled. She hadn’t been lying, sweet Alice, not that I had expected her to. She really did like anal.

I pumped into her body; she responded with tiny little mewls. I couldn’t hold on. My fingers tapped her clitoris, and I urged her towards her own climax. “Can I come, Sir?” she asked, and I leaned in to kiss her and whisper a
yes
in her ear.

“Enzo,” she moaned as she came in clenching waves. I could feel the tremors run through her body; I could feel her anal muscles tighten in sympathetic response to her orgasm, and that propelled me into my own. I ground my mouth against hers as I erupted.