by Grace Kagni
Alessia ate her food, tasting a bit of everything but didn't finish the food due to the butterflies she felt in her stomach. Then she got up and walked around the penthouse to look at the rest of the house. There was a large library with an antique desk and a comfortable brown leather armchair in the corner with a cream and blue patterned quilt hanging over the back. She walked in and looked around, wanting to curl up in the leather chair with a book. Then she saw there was a large open space rustic style kitchen with a huge square island in the middle that opened up onto a beautiful terrace that overlooked the centre of Milano.
She opened the by-folding doors and stepped out a moment to look at the view but found she was mesmerized by the beautiful garden he kept on the terrace. This was obviously not a weekend home but a properly loved home accommodating a family. She wondered who watered his plants when he was in Rome but then realized he must have a housekeeper to cook and clean for him.
She went back inside and found there were two guest rooms, each with an on-suite bathroom and then there was the master bedroom. When she walked into it, she stopped by the doorway to take in the effect because it too wasn't what she'd expected. It was plainly decorated by a huge bed with a leather headboard, two night tables, a large dresser drawer and a small library with some books. Under the window was an old fashioned writing table with papers she recognized from his office in Rome. She walked over to the desk and saw he had a particular dry seal on it and when she lifted it to look, she realized that he was not only an Minister but he had a proper title, his name on the dry seal read Duca Alessandro Marco Medici-Visconti.
She ran her fingers over the engraved paper and his pen; ready for the next time he needed to write. This was the moment that she realized who he really was. He wasn't only a Minister but he came from a noble family and had an important title. The realization of how different their worlds were suddenly came crashing down and she took a step back from the writing table as her fingers started to tremble. What was she doing? She was starting to have feelings for a man that she could never have. They came from completely different lifestyles and classes of society - now it was more apparent than before and while she lifted her trembling fingers to her mouth, she held back tears as the feeling of wanting something she couldn't have overcame her and shook her entire body.
She took a long deep breath and decided she needed to calm down because she was letting her heart and mind get too far ahead. She was here obviously because he wanted her body and nothing more, so in the meantime there was nothing wrong with her enjoying what he was offering. Why shouldn't she enjoy it? She had every right to be here in his house and in any case, she reminded herself that he invited her into his life.
She left the bedroom to look for the bathroom where she found a spectacularly large oval bathtub that could fit two people. On the counter she found an assortment of bath salts and oils with a note from Alessandro.
Take off your clothing slowly and touch yourself as I would if I were there. Then gently lay down in the tub and think of me while you are relaxing in the fragranced water. Lay back and touch yourself as you lift your legs over the sides but don't rush yourself - I want you to feel the desire rising as if I were in the tub with you and then when you're about to come, call out my name as you fall over the edge of your desire.
Alessandro
She smiled at herself as she thought of what he asked her to do. He wasn't there but he still had the power to control her as his submissive so she turned on the tap and waited as the large tub filled with hot water. Then she went to the counter and chose a scented oil to put into the water. While the tub took a while to fill, she wandered back into the bedroom to explore the rest of the area and she saw there was another door; so after sliding it open, she walked into another room that he used as a dressing room. Two walls had open cabinets with his suits, shirts, ties and shoes for work and a third wall had another cabinet with his casual wear. She walked up to the cabinets and felt the fabric of his clothing, sensing his fragrance in the room as it lingered on a small table in a corner with his colognes. Picking one up and bringing it to her nose as she closed her eyes, sent a delirious sensation through her that was strong enough to make her wet below. She put the bottle down and went back to the bathroom just in time to turn off the water.
After taking off a piece of clothing at a time, she did as he asked, fondling her breasts one at a time until she shed everything and was standing completely nude before the tub. She stuck two fingers inside her folds as she sat on the side of the tub while she spread her legs wide and felt the rush of desire run through her body. The temptation was so strong that she was about to come but since he told her not to rush herself, she pulled her fingers out and tasted her wetness on her fingers. Her moisture was salty and scented of arousal, sending her aroused state to its peak as she slipped into the hot water.
Lifting her legs over the sides of the tub, she found herself spread open and as she closed her eyes she could almost imagine Alessandro in the tub with her. She lay her head back on the cushioned edge of the tub and placed two fingers inside her folds as he had told her. She felt her pleasure rising quickly and remembering he'd told her to take her time, she had to control her desire so not to come too quickly. She moved her fingers over her clortis and found she couldn't hold off any longer so she held on to the edge of the tub with her free hand and screamed out the Minister's name as she would if he were there while her body trembled as she fell over the edge of her desire, the water swayed and splashed out of the tub from her quick movements. Moaning with the last phase of her release, she pulled out her fingers and lowered her legs into the hot water feeling spent and exhausted.
She leisurely washed her body with a soft sponge that she found in the basket on the counter and then relaxed thinking about the evening to come. She wondered what the Minister had arranged for the evening. One thing she knew for sure was that it would be spectacular. He never disappointed her expectations and after the mysterious errands that he had her do that morning, she was now anxious to see his face when he saw the dress that his sister Valentina designed for her. It was stunning and she knew he'd be on his knees as soon as he saw her wearing it. A little giggle passed through her lips as she slowly pulled herself out of the water and covered herself with one of the plush bathrobes hanging on the heater. As she tied the robe around her waist, she noticed there was a glass door behind one of the cabinets and when she went to look inside, she was thrilled to see it was a sauna.
The heat from inside begged her to go in, so she took off the robe and stepped inside. She laid the robe down on the wood bench and laid down on it, feeling the last cobwebs melting away as her body was caressed by the warmth of the sauna. She thought about Alessandro and suddenly, as if her mind was connected to her core, she felt the wetness build regardless of the heat inside the sauna. Feeling her desire grow quickly, she spread her legs and stuck two fingers inside her to calm her desires but that only made her insides melt at her own touch. She closed her eyes and imagined Alessandro touching her as he did and she was close to her release. She held back the sweet moment as long as she could, knowing that he would ask her for every detail of what she did and she wanted to give him the pleasure of knowing she was able to hold back her orgasm for him - that she was able to submit to his requests.
Her body jerked as she finally fell over the edge and felt the wetness dripping on her fingers. Panting as she came down from her release, suddenly the air became too dry to breath so she got up and pushed the door open to find the air outside chilling. Wrapping herself up in the warm bathrobe, she went to lie on Alessandro's bed for a moment while she regained control of her breathing. She suddenly felt really sleepy and closed her eyes two minutes to rest her eyelids but as soon as she did that, she dozed off.
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When Alessandro arrived home, he called out Alessia's name but when there was no answer, he put his briefcase down in his study and went to see where she was. He found her sleeping
on his bed naked, as her bathrobe opened exposing her body. He didn't have the heart to wake her since she was sleeping soundly so he gently covered her with a light blanket and went to have a shower.
Alessia awoke to the sound of running water and as she looked over to the bathroom, she saw the light was turned on and knew right away that Alessandro was home. She crawled out of bed and noticing how late it was, so she went to look if her dress had arrived and as she expected, it was hanging in a bag in the living room along with the shoes. Valentina must have dropped it off while she was asleep.
She went to the guest room to get ready and found an assortment of makeup and perfumes for her use. There were silk stalkings and there was a velvet box with a note.
Wear this tonight and always be ready to submit to me when I ask. This will be a reminder that you belong to me!
Alessandro
The note sent thrilling chills down her spine, wondering what was inside. She opened the velvet box to find a Tiffany logo on a suede cover. As she lifted the cover, her eyes fell to the choker that lay inside and she felt her breath catch a moment. Inside was a gold choker with diamonds all around, the diamonds sparkling as the light's rays suddenly caught the clarity of the diamonds. It was like a wedding band but it was thinner and made to wear around the neck. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. As she picked it up and looked at it closely, he'd inscribed something inside. Taking a closer look, she saw the word Mine and suddenly felt the passion for the man that she'd never felt before. It wasn't about the gift or the cost of the gift but it was what it symbolized.
She never thought much about sex with men and she'd had relationships in the past with other men but they had never been able to please her as much as they pleased themselves. Alessandro was the first man that she felt alive with. Sure, it took her a while to adjust to his request of submission but that was because she'd never experienced it before him and she really didn't know what it was about but now that she knew a little about it, her body burned at the simple thought of how he managed to melt her inside with a look or a touch. Hell, he managed to light a flame inside her by writing a simple note telling her what he wanted her to do to herself. How was that even possible? She didn't understand it but she felt safe when she was with him because no matter what happened, she knew that he knew her better sexually than she knew herself.
In the meantime, the stylist arrived and did her makeup and hair beautifully. After the stylist left, Alessia took her time dressing and when she was finally ready, she stood before the mirror in the beautiful cream coloured gown and the diamond choker. Her hair was swept up into a loose twist as tendrils fell from the sides down past the choker. Giving herself one more gaze before going out to meet Alessandro for their evening, she picked up the small evening bag that Valentina made to match her dress and shoes before she walked into the living room.
Alessandro was waiting for her by the bar as he sipped a glass of Prosecco and when he saw her enter the room, his hand stopped in mid air as he was lifting the glass to his lips and after a low growl sounded from his throat, he put the glass down on the counter and went toward her.
Alessia saw his eyes narrow when she stepped into the room and felt butterflies fluttering in her belly from the sharpness of his gaze. He placed his glass down on the bar and walked over to her, not once removing his gaze from her face. When he reached her, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back. Then without a second passing, he pulled her into his embrace and looked at her. "It's going to be a very long night before I tell you to take that dress off and submit to my every whim," he said as his eyes darkened from his desire clearly growing.
He lowered his lips to kiss her gently on her neck, just below her ear where the choker was fastened. The warmth of his lips on her neck sent desire running through her body at the simple thought of what he'd do to her when they returned later that evening.
Placing his hand on the lower part of her back, he felt her skin shivering under his touch and he growled, trying to control his desire. For a moment, hesitation was clearly in his eyes but then he closed his eyes a moment, shook his head to clear his thoughts and guided her toward the front door.
They got into their car with their driver; they waited while his guards got into the second car. The two cars pulled away from the curb and went toward town.
"Do the guards always have to follow you? Also when you're at home?" she asked not understanding why they couldn't have a private evening on their own.
"Yes, the guards always go where I go. No exceptions to the rule," he said as he looked at her hand while he held it in his. "I'm sorry that we can't have a private evening just the two of us."
"It's alright. I was just wondering if they ever let you go out to play on your own," she asked as she looked at his hand while it stroked the back of hers.
He let out a long sigh, telling her that he was tired after a long day of meetings but his face returned immediately to it's business as usual facade. She looked at him a moment and realized how tired he must be but he still insisted on taking her out, so she said, "I don't need to be wined and dined. I like staying at home just as much as I like going out like this so next time you feel tired, let's just stay indoors and snuggle up together," she said, as she looked him straight in the eyes.
"Mia Cara, I'm never too tired to be out with you," he said just as the cars stopped in front of a building.
She looked out the window and saw an imposing building with a banner draped down the side, showing events that were being presented; that was when she realized they were at the theatre.
He waited for his guards to step out first and then when his driver opened the door, he stepped out and held out his hand to help Alessia out of the car. As she stepped out and he placed her hand into the crook of his arm, she felt the presence of eyes watching them as they went up the steps to the entrance of the theatre. As soon as they passed through the entrance, patrons of the theatre constantly stopped Alessandro and after a short while, his guards stepped in to escort them into their theatre box. When Alessia saw he had a private box, she grinned knowing that they would have some privacy while they were in the box.
"Sig.ra Ferrara, are you thinking about naughty things that I could do to you in this box because if you're not, I certainly am," he said, as his face was full of desire. He pulled the curtain between the area they were sitting and the passage in the back so that people passing couldn't see them and within a few minutes, the lights dimmed to near darkness as the stage lit up and music played. She leaned over the balcony to see what appeared on stage and when she saw it was the ballet, she leaned in to watch the beginning of Swan Lake, anxious like a little girl watching a fairytale.
He watched her intently, the way her bare back moved under the softness of her gown and the way the gown contoured her backside as she sat forward. While she watched the ballet progress, he put his hand on her back, feeling the warmth under his own fingertips until he couldn't resist any longer. He gently unzipped the back of the dress down to her backside while she was lost in the beauty of the ballet. Then as he moved his hand inside the fabric and moved his hand to where it cupped one of her buttocks, she sat up in a state of arousal and confusion from the way she watched Swan Lake unfold before her eyes.
She felt his hand move from her backside to the front, finding her belly button and then moving downward quickly. He felt the softness of her silk panties and lifting the delicate fabric, he moved his hand under, feeling her wetness forming under his fingertips. She heard herself gasp at his touch and leaning back against his chest, she widened her legs to give him free access to her growing desire. He moved a finger inside, feeling the juices of her core spilling out as he moved his finger in and out until he put in a second finger and found the spot that weakened her under his touch.
She found herself already panting and as she felt she was almost ready to come, he whispered into her ear, "Mia Cara, do not release until I tell you."
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She moaned at his command, knowing that she couldn't hold off much longer and as she suddenly lost all knowledge of what was going on around her, she knew that she was about to lose control. "I can't wait any longer," she said with barely a whisper as her breathing was laboured and she was panting quickly.
"You may come now but don't make noise," he said as he continued to send powerful sensations of desire through her body. He lifted his hand and placed it over her mouth so that her moan would be muffled but when she released, her moans came out so loud and so fast that she couldn't control them.
He whispered into her ear, "Shhh," as he stroked the side of her body with one hand while his other hand stilled where her juices spilled.
As her body slowly regained control, she smelled his musk that only pushed her sensations to the limit again. She moaned as she felt her desire grow again and before she could stop it, his hand deep inside her folds brought her over the edge again; this time his lips descended onto hers where her moans succumbed to his powerful mouth.
They spent the first half of the ballet oblivious to the scene on the stage and pulled apart only in time as the dim lights started to brighten while the stage curtain closed to let the ballet crew change.
Alessia's face was flushed from the aroused state and after Alessandro zipped her dress up, she turned to kiss him on the lips, feeling his desire through the force of his lips. "I don't know how long I can resist without stripping you naked and plunging myself into you," he said with fire burning in his eyes.
"Why don't we just leave?" she said as she felt his hot lips on the curve of her neck.
"Are you telling me what to do?" his blue eyes suddenly cold as he looked at her delicate face.
"Yes, I think we should go since we're not watching the ballet," she said, hoping he would agree to it.
"I've planned an evening to be with you and I've gone through a lot of trouble to make the arrangements which can't be changed on a whim," he said pulling away from her.
