seem very happy to see me at all. And I
chose this outfit especially for you.' She ran her hands down from
her waist to her hips, then up over the shiny black to her breasts,
which she squeezed gently.
'You look
magnificent,' he said, his eyes watching her hands.
'You really
think so?'
She ran one
hand down over her navel and between her legs, caressing the hard
curve there. Gianni's eyes followed her hand.
'Why have you
come?' he said haltingly.
The
housekeeper had come to stand in the double doorway, the
astonishment on her face replaced by her scowl of disapproval.
'Aren't you
going to offer me something to drink?' Stephanie said, looking
towards the door.
'Angelina,'
Gianni said, 'bring some champagne.'
The woman
disappeared immediately. Stephanie slid down on to the sofa next to
Gianni.
'It's so good
to see you,' she lied, gripping his forearm and caressing the front
of his shirt.
'What is
this?' he said, still not smiling. He could feel her heat pressing
into him, and the way the slippery material moved, almost without
friction, against his clothes.
'What do you
think Gianni? Aren't you glad to see me? Didn't I mean anything to
you?'
'You are a
very...'
The
housekeeper appeared with the champagne. She set it on the glass
and chrome coffee table that stood between the two sofas, next to a
copy of the Salvador Dali pocket watch that melted over the edge of
the glass.
'Close the
door,' Gianni ordered firmly.
They watched
the woman retreat. She swung the heavy doors closed. They were
alone.
'Oh Gianni,
you don't know how I've wanted to be with you again.' Stephanie
squeezed his arm.
'I
thought...'
'What?'
He was about
to say he thought she didn't like him, but stopped himself. That
was ridiculous. All women loved him, however he had treated
them.
'You're not pleased to see me. Aren't you English
craz ee any more?'
she said, pouting.
'Of course I
am.' He poured the champagne and handed her a glass. He did not
take one for himself.
'I just want
to know for why you are here,' he said firmly, trying to ignore the
warmth of her body and the way she looked.
'For you, you
want the truth, Gianni. What happened at the castle. What you did
to me. Everything you did to me. I have never been so turned on, so
alive, felt so much... You understand?'
'Si.'
She could see
his eyes moving over her body.
'I just
couldn't forget it. My God, I tried. Really tried. Tried to rid
myself of you. But I couldn't. You know how to please a woman. You
know how to handle a woman, what makes a woman come alive. I just
had to see you again, Gianni. For three weeks I've done nothing
else but think about you, what you did to me. I don't just mean
fucking me, but everything. The way you had me in the cellars, all
bound and helpless. My god, it was so exciting. The way you used
the whip on me... I'm sorry, it just makes me hot to think about
it.'
'I
thought...'
'Do you
remember what you did? God, I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?
I expect you're used to this. Women throwing themselves at you.'
Stephanie's hand had unbuttoned the middle of his shirt and was
feeling inside for his nipple.
'Yes.'
'Do you
remember what you did? I do.' She pinched his nipple, then flicked
it with her nail. She moved closer to him, pushing her long sensual
body against his, moving it against him. She whispered in his ear
now, filling it with her hot breath.
'I remember every detail Gianni, every little thing you did.
How you made me suck your cock, how you made me wait for it, teased
me, made me beg for it, how you wanked... I remember everything
Gianni. It's been driving me craz ee .'
She could see
his penis standing hard in his Armani slacks. He turned towards
her, pulling her on to him, his hand on her thigh.
'No,' she said
firmly, pushing his hand away and standing up. 'No, Gianni. I've
come a long way for this. Tonight we do it my way.'
'What
way?'
'I've been
thinking about it for three weeks, what I'd do when we're
alone.'
'What will
chose this outfit especially for you.' She ran her hands down from
her waist to her hips, then up over the shiny black to her breasts,
which she squeezed gently.
'You look
magnificent,' he said, his eyes watching her hands.
'You really
think so?'
She ran one
hand down over her navel and between her legs, caressing the hard
curve there. Gianni's eyes followed her hand.
'Why have you
come?' he said haltingly.
The
housekeeper had come to stand in the double doorway, the
astonishment on her face replaced by her scowl of disapproval.
'Aren't you
going to offer me something to drink?' Stephanie said, looking
towards the door.
'Angelina,'
Gianni said, 'bring some champagne.'
The woman
disappeared immediately. Stephanie slid down on to the sofa next to
Gianni.
'It's so good
to see you,' she lied, gripping his forearm and caressing the front
of his shirt.
'What is
this?' he said, still not smiling. He could feel her heat pressing
into him, and the way the slippery material moved, almost without
friction, against his clothes.
'What do you
think Gianni? Aren't you glad to see me? Didn't I mean anything to
you?'
'You are a
very...'
The
housekeeper appeared with the champagne. She set it on the glass
and chrome coffee table that stood between the two sofas, next to a
copy of the Salvador Dali pocket watch that melted over the edge of
the glass.
'Close the
door,' Gianni ordered firmly.
They watched
the woman retreat. She swung the heavy doors closed. They were
alone.
'Oh Gianni,
you don't know how I've wanted to be with you again.' Stephanie
squeezed his arm.
'I
thought...'
'What?'
He was about
to say he thought she didn't like him, but stopped himself. That
was ridiculous. All women loved him, however he had treated
them.
'You're not pleased to see me. Aren't you English
craz ee any more?'
she said, pouting.
'Of course I
am.' He poured the champagne and handed her a glass. He did not
take one for himself.
'I just want
to know for why you are here,' he said firmly, trying to ignore the
warmth of her body and the way she looked.
'For you, you
want the truth, Gianni. What happened at the castle. What you did
to me. Everything you did to me. I have never been so turned on, so
alive, felt so much... You understand?'
'Si.'
She could see
his eyes moving over her body.
'I just
couldn't forget it. My God, I tried. Really tried. Tried to rid
myself of you. But I couldn't. You know how to please a woman. You
know how to handle a woman, what makes a woman come alive. I just
had to see you again, Gianni. For three weeks I've done nothing
else but think about you, what you did to me. I don't just mean
fucking me, but everything. The way you had me in the cellars, all
bound and helpless. My god, it was so exciting. The way you used
the whip on me... I'm sorry, it just makes me hot to think about
it.'
'I
thought...'
'Do you
remember what you did? God, I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?
I expect you're used to this. Women throwing themselves at you.'
Stephanie's hand had unbuttoned the middle of his shirt and was
feeling inside for his nipple.
'Yes.'
'Do you
remember what you did? I do.' She pinched his nipple, then flicked
it with her nail. She moved closer to him, pushing her long sensual
body against his, moving it against him. She whispered in his ear
now, filling it with her hot breath.
'I remember every detail Gianni, every little thing you did.
How you made me suck your cock, how you made me wait for it, teased
me, made me beg for it, how you wanked... I remember everything
Gianni. It's been driving me craz ee .'
She could see
his penis standing hard in his Armani slacks. He turned towards
her, pulling her on to him, his hand on her thigh.
'No,' she said
firmly, pushing his hand away and standing up. 'No, Gianni. I've
come a long way for this. Tonight we do it my way.'
'What
way?'
'I've been
thinking about it for three weeks, what I'd do when we're
alone.'
'What will
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