you
do?'
'Send the
servants away and I'll tell you.'
'The servants?
They won't come in.'
'Send them
away. I want to be able to scream. You're going to make me scream.
You don't want your wife to find out. Send them away.'
'There's only
Angelica and the cook.'
'Do it.
Please, Gianni...'
For a moment
she thought it wasn't going to work, that he'd seen through her
pretended ardour.
'Please...'
she whispered again. She was standing in front of him, her legs
apart. He looked into her crotch, up at her strong pubic bone, as
wide as a fist, but wonderfully smooth except for a single fold
that the slippery material of the cat-suit followed down between
her long, powerful thighs. He was flattered. It didn't occur to him
to question anything Stephanie said; of course she would want him
so urgently. He was a man, a real man. What woman could resist?
He got up from
the sofa, and adjusted his erection by putting his hand in his
pocket and pulling it to one side. 'I give you what you want,' he
said, and slowly started to grin. 'I give you everything you want.'
He walked over to the doors and went out.
Stephanie
sipped the champagne. Phase one successfully completed.
Congratulations were in order. Everything according to plan. And
now Phase Two was about to begin...
It took
fifteen minutes before the two servants, surprised but delighted
not to have to prepare and serve the evening meal, were out of the
house. Stephanie watched them from the window as they walked out of
the driveway, through the imposing columns of the entrance, and off
down the road.
'Well,
English,' Gianni said, closing the door, his broad grin back on his
face, 'now we are alone.'
He came over
to the sofa and sat beside her. He turned his face to kiss her, but
she moved away. She fended off the hand that groped for her breast,
too.
'No. Not yet.
I have something special in mind, Gianni. Very special. I want to
give you an experience like the one you gave me. Special. Something
you won't forget.' At least that was true.
'First I fuck
you.' He groped for her again, but she rolled away.
'Please,
Gianni. I've been thinking about this. Let me—'
'What is this
so special?'
Stephanie
opened the leather bag she had brought with her. From it she
extracted a black silk blindfold, shaped to the contours of the
face and padded so that not the slightest hint of light could creep
behind it.
'Let me put
this on.' Stephanie raised the blindfold to his eyes, but just as
she was about to slip it on, Gianni caught her by the wrist. He
looked her straight in the eyes, staring to try and see what was in
her mind. Stephanie held her breath, and tried to make her eyes
show nothing more than rabid sexual desire. It worked. Gianni's
hand released her wrist. She pulled the elasticated blindfold down
over his eyes, and adjusted it so it was properly placed. As if to
compensate him for his cooperation, she pressed the length of her
body into his, letting him feel her firm breasts crushed against
his chest, her flat belly on his navel, her thigh against his.
'Now all you
can do is feel, feel all the things I am going to do to you,
Gianni. Stand up.' The order was issued with the air of command
Stephanie had learnt at the castle. Gianni obeyed, seemingly having
decided to trust her, to let her play her harmless sexual game.
Stephanie
unbuckled his Gucci belt and unzipped his trousers. His erection
immediately forced its way between the jaws of the zip. She pulled
his trousers down until they were around his ankles, then pulled
his boxer shorts. His penis was poking through the fly of the
shorts. As she pulled them down it was pulled down too - she had no
intention of freeing it with her hand - until it was pointing at
his feet and slipped out of the material trap, springing back up
painfully.
'Ah,' Gianni
called.
'Don't be a
baby,' Stephanie scolded.
Trying to make
sure they did not clank, Stephanie extracted a pair of handcuffs
from the black leather bag.
'Hold your
hands
do?'
'Send the
servants away and I'll tell you.'
'The servants?
They won't come in.'
'Send them
away. I want to be able to scream. You're going to make me scream.
You don't want your wife to find out. Send them away.'
'There's only
Angelica and the cook.'
'Do it.
Please, Gianni...'
For a moment
she thought it wasn't going to work, that he'd seen through her
pretended ardour.
'Please...'
she whispered again. She was standing in front of him, her legs
apart. He looked into her crotch, up at her strong pubic bone, as
wide as a fist, but wonderfully smooth except for a single fold
that the slippery material of the cat-suit followed down between
her long, powerful thighs. He was flattered. It didn't occur to him
to question anything Stephanie said; of course she would want him
so urgently. He was a man, a real man. What woman could resist?
He got up from
the sofa, and adjusted his erection by putting his hand in his
pocket and pulling it to one side. 'I give you what you want,' he
said, and slowly started to grin. 'I give you everything you want.'
He walked over to the doors and went out.
Stephanie
sipped the champagne. Phase one successfully completed.
Congratulations were in order. Everything according to plan. And
now Phase Two was about to begin...
It took
fifteen minutes before the two servants, surprised but delighted
not to have to prepare and serve the evening meal, were out of the
house. Stephanie watched them from the window as they walked out of
the driveway, through the imposing columns of the entrance, and off
down the road.
'Well,
English,' Gianni said, closing the door, his broad grin back on his
face, 'now we are alone.'
He came over
to the sofa and sat beside her. He turned his face to kiss her, but
she moved away. She fended off the hand that groped for her breast,
too.
'No. Not yet.
I have something special in mind, Gianni. Very special. I want to
give you an experience like the one you gave me. Special. Something
you won't forget.' At least that was true.
'First I fuck
you.' He groped for her again, but she rolled away.
'Please,
Gianni. I've been thinking about this. Let me—'
'What is this
so special?'
Stephanie
opened the leather bag she had brought with her. From it she
extracted a black silk blindfold, shaped to the contours of the
face and padded so that not the slightest hint of light could creep
behind it.
'Let me put
this on.' Stephanie raised the blindfold to his eyes, but just as
she was about to slip it on, Gianni caught her by the wrist. He
looked her straight in the eyes, staring to try and see what was in
her mind. Stephanie held her breath, and tried to make her eyes
show nothing more than rabid sexual desire. It worked. Gianni's
hand released her wrist. She pulled the elasticated blindfold down
over his eyes, and adjusted it so it was properly placed. As if to
compensate him for his cooperation, she pressed the length of her
body into his, letting him feel her firm breasts crushed against
his chest, her flat belly on his navel, her thigh against his.
'Now all you
can do is feel, feel all the things I am going to do to you,
Gianni. Stand up.' The order was issued with the air of command
Stephanie had learnt at the castle. Gianni obeyed, seemingly having
decided to trust her, to let her play her harmless sexual game.
Stephanie
unbuckled his Gucci belt and unzipped his trousers. His erection
immediately forced its way between the jaws of the zip. She pulled
his trousers down until they were around his ankles, then pulled
his boxer shorts. His penis was poking through the fly of the
shorts. As she pulled them down it was pulled down too - she had no
intention of freeing it with her hand - until it was pointing at
his feet and slipped out of the material trap, springing back up
painfully.
'Ah,' Gianni
called.
'Don't be a
baby,' Stephanie scolded.
Trying to make
sure they did not clank, Stephanie extracted a pair of handcuffs
from the black leather bag.
'Hold your
hands
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