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"Oh don't worry about me needing anything," I tell Simone. "You'll find I'm the perfect…." I was going to say prisoner but with Giuliana still within earshot I decide to be more discreet. "Houseguest."
"Of course, Signorina."
"Eliza," I say tightly. "If we're going to be roomies you should call me Eliza."
Leaving him at the kitchen door, I head upstairs to Adriano's bedroom. When I get there the door is ajar so I push it open and go inside.
I place the espresso cup down on the nightstand, another piece of molded plastic. I'm starting to wonder if his interior designer has shares in the Lego company.
"Adriano," I call out.
There's a leather overnight bag open on his bed. Several pairs of black pants are folded on the bed next to it along with some long-sleeved t-shirts. Is he planning to go on a housebreaking spree?
"In the shower," he replies.
I hesitate for a moment. Then he yells. "Get your ass in here."
There's an urgency in his tone that tells me I'd better obey. I walk into the bathroom to find him standing at the door of the shower cubicle, completely naked.
It's a sight I may never get used to. The raw power in those limbs, the strength in his muscles. It's intoxicating.
"Come here," he says.
I approach slowly, trying to read his intentions which, of course, is impossible. The man gives away only what he wants to and if he's decided he wants to catch me off guard he will.
As I get closer, he grabs me and pulls me into the shower.
"Adriano, my pajamas."
"Fuck your pajamas."
Shoving me under the stream of lukewarm water, he grabs the hem of my pink cotton tank top and yanks it off over my head. Then he rips it down the middle. As I make a sound of protest, he forms a rope with the torn garment and binds my wrists together.
Then he lifts my arms over my head and attaches my bindings to a small hook hanging from the ceiling. With this interesting feature and the metal ring on the arm of the chair on his private jet I'm starting to think Adriano has a thing for bondage he hasn't yet revealed.
I can't say I'm opposed, provided he maintains some boundaries. I mean, I wouldn't want him to tie me up and share me with his friends. Adriano is as much as I can handle.
He bends to kiss me with an urgency that sets the stage for what's to come. This is a goodbye fuck and it's going to go fast. He savages my mouth until my lips are swollen and possibly bruised before pulling back, a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye as he leaves me panting.
Then he startles me by dropping to his knees. "What are you doing?"
"Getting my first taste."
We've fucked in every conceivable position and he's used his fingers down there but this is new. To be honest I was starting to wonder if he was ever going to get around to it. Some men aren't the giving type. He lowers my pajama shorts and panties down my legs and helps me step out of them.
The thought crosses my mind that he might not have done this yet because it's the one thing he isn't an expert at but he immediately proves that's not the case. As he parts my folds, holding me open to him, and swipes his tongue along my slit, my eyes roll back in my head.
"Fuck, Adriano!" I moan.
He licks my sensitive flesh until I'm drenched and then laps up my juices like a man dying of thirst. I moan as he wraps his lips around my clitoris and sucks. My legs clamp around his head as the pressure builds inside me. I wish I could reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair but there's something exhilarating about having my hands bound.
As he continues to worship my clit, he pushes two fingers inside me and curls them to stroke that sensitive spot that sends me over the edge every time. My body jerks violently as I come. Adriano doesn't let up. He continues to lick my pussy as my body quivers. Sliding a hand up to pinch my nipple, he immediately drags another orgasm out of me. I cry out in ecstasy.
Adriano gets to his feet, my white lace panties in his hand. He rubs them between my legs, soaking up the fluids gathered there. His eyes don't leave mine for a second as he holds the panties up in front of my face.
"Adriano," I warn. "Don't…"
Ignoring me, he balls up the panties and shoves them in my mouth. I taste my musky scent on them and can't decide if I like it. Maybe I do even if my mind tells me I shouldn't.
