Nightclub Surprise

by Michelle Love

  “I did. It was easier to get them in than what I thought.”

  “I paid off the security team.”

  She heard Grant give a throaty chuckle. “You sure have a lot of sway here. See you soon.”

  Tamara hung up, thinking about what he had just said. A lot of sway…but what if she had all the sway, all the power. An idea formed in her head and she laughed out loud, wondering why she had never thought of it before.

  At the club, Grant was waiting for her in their room. She walked in and smiled triumphantly. Grant was at his most magnificent when he was naked. Sure, he didn’t have the body and face of Penn Black, but his cock was long and thick, and what she liked most about him was his arrogance, and that pure lack of empathy in his eyes. He was fisting the root of his cock as she stripped. “Where do you want me tonight?”

  “Lay on the bench, I need you to finish me off. There’s another man’s cum inside me – I expect you not to mind that.”

  Grant shrugged. “Why should I care?”

  He lay back on the bench, but the nodded to the bed. On it, lay a large leather wrap case. “Have a look in there. I think you’ll enjoy what I’ve brought.”

  Tamara went to the bed and unfurled the wrap. She smiled when she saw the knives, gleaming and sharp. She picked out a mid-sized one, then went to straddle Grant’s tumescent cock. She sighed as she lowered herself onto it, the placed the steel against Grant’s chest.

  “Are these used?” She traced the tip against his skin and a tiny red line appeared. Grant didn’t even flinch.

  “No. I invested in some new ones, just for us. To use on whoever we want, or each other.”

  Tamara felt a warm glow go through her. “You like being cut?”

  Grant shrugged. “I like pain.”

  Tamara traced the tip over his heart. She loved the power that she had over him, to know she could end his life so easily. “I’ve been thinking. I might open my own club. Specialist, exclusive. We could make a fortune, but better still, we could enjoy our particular peccadillos.”

  Grant smiled. “Go on.”

  She met his gaze. “There are always plenty of people who go missing every year in this city. Most of them are never found.”

  Grant’s eyes were alive with arousal. “Those who would go willingly?”

  Tamara half-smiled. “And some who we choose. They wouldn’t be willing, but I find that even more exciting, yes?”

  “Did you have anyone in particular in mind?”

  “Not yet. We’ll see who pisses me off the most.” She stopped talking to give a little cry and came with a long groan. Grant grunted, and she felt his semen mingle with Penn Black’s inside her. She climbed off of him and went to lay on the bed. “Let’s talk some more about this, then I will let you fuck me again.”

  Grant obeyed without a word, laying down next to her. “I’m in. I’ll put up half the investment.”

  “Good. I need to talk to my father to release some of my trust fund but that shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Daddy’s girl.” Grant’s smile faded when she saw the anger in her face. “Hey, I was kidding.”

  Tamara relented. “Fine. Now, before your dick gets limp, let’s play around. Business talk can wait for now.”

  Sofia’s eyes were wide as the car drove up to the Zacca family’s private plane. Ivo grinned at her. “I know, it’s a luxury and we should think about the planet but, just this one time, can’t a guy try and impress his girlfriend?”

  Sofia laughed. “The only thing you have to do to impress me is be you, Ivo Zacca. And be naked,” she added, laughing. Ivo pressed his lips to hers.

  “Mom flew into Paris yesterday and so she offered it to us. I thought, seeing as this is our first trip away together, it wouldn’t hurt. I’ll have a thousand trees planted to make up for it.”

  Sofia frowned. “Your mom flew into Paris…and we’re leaving?”

  Ivo hesitated before nodding. “She has some business stuff to do. I’m sure she’ll still be around when we get back. She wants to spend some time with Clemence before the baby is born.”

  Sofia’s heard thudded uncomfortably. She hadn’t called the other woman, not out of any other reason than she hadn’t had time, but she still felt a little jealous that Ivo’s mother would hang out with her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. Don’t be a weasel, she told herself. It’s good that everyone gets along. She had liked Adria very much the brief time they had met but she knew she still had to build an actual relationship with her.

  And this was all so new, Sofia felt as if her life was on a steep incline and she couldn’t stop the forward motion of it.

  She felt Ivo stroke her air. “You okay? Worried about the interview?”

  She nodded. “A little. The only experience I’ve had with the press is through my step-father. He was always in the society pages back home. God,” she shook her head in wonder, “I sometimes wonder how on Earth Mom and I thought we fit into that world.”

  Ivo smiled. “I know what you mean.”

  She looked at him askance. “Yeah, because having two superstar parents must have really made it hard to get used to the press attention.”

  Ivo laughed loudly. “I see your point…but in my case, I meant as an adult. As soon as I could, I got away from that world – as much as I love Mom and Dad – because I hated the intrusion, the microscopic inspection of our lives. The lies they told.” He sighed, his eyes faraway. “When I started to make my name in the art world, I avoided most of the press. I didn’t want people to think I got my success by reason of my parents. I even changed my surname for a while.”

  “You did? To what?”

  He looked at her with a straight face. “Amory.”

  For a second she fell for it, but then she mock-scowled at him. “Funny boy.”

  He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. “No, just De Lucca. That was my grandmother’s maiden name.”

  “And she wasn’t famous?”

  “Not unless you count as Trani’s biggest gossipmonger.”

  Sofia grinned. “It’s a job.”

  “It’s something.” Ivo wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. “But you really don’t have anything to worry about. Elli is doing this as a favor to me. She’s a freelance and it’s very, very hard to get her to commit to a job now days. Magazines and editors all over the world clamor for her but she’s very picky. She does love to champion new artists though. She’s lovely, it’ll be a walk in the park.”

  Sofia felt herself relax a little. “And what about these other art friends of yours?”

  “You’ll see. I promise you will have the time of your life though. I have our days planned down to the minute.” He had a mischievous grin on his face and Sofia chuckled at the merriment in his eyes.

  “You do? Let’s hear the schedule.”

  He pretended to consult his diary. “Okay, today, so obviously travel to Venice. Check. Go to hotel. Make sweet love. Have dirty, dirty, sex. Meet Elli and her husband Indio for supper. Have drinks. Come back to hotel. Fuck each other senseless. Order room service after midnight because GF – that’s you – is like the Anti-Gremlin and needs to be fed and watered at regular intervals.”

  Sofia was giggling so hard her eyes were watering. “You are so right, but also such a bitch.”

  Ivo grinned and kissed her. “That’s just day one. Day two – morning, you go meet with Elli and do your interview, after which I take you both to lunch. Then more sex. In the evening, we go meet my friends at their gallery, dinner, dancing, and finally, we walk back to hotel and have sex in as many public places as possible – especially where we might get caught.”

  Sofia was beginning to get turned on now. “And the final day?”

  Ivo leaned in closer and nuzzled her ear before whispering in it. “Just us. Doing whatever we like. Whenever we like. Wherever we like.” He slipped his hand under her dress and trailed his fingertips up her inner thigh. Sofia moaned with pleasure, pressing her body closer to hi
s, breathing in his clean, fresh linen and spice scent. Ivo’s fingers slipped inside her panties and stroked her sex, strumming a rhythm over her clit.

  “Oh god, Ivo,” she whispered, closing her eyes, feeling his kiss her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth. Her belly was quivering with desire, her nipples hardening.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said and for a moment, to her dismay, he moved away. The next moment, he had picked her up ad was carrying her somewhere. She was laid down on a soft mattress.

  “Keep your eyes closed, Bella, I just want to touch you, look at you.”

  And for the next few moments, as he removed all of her clothes, he stroked every inch of her body before his tongue found her sex, and it lashed around her clit, sending her senses racing into overdrive. “Ivo…”

  She came and then his mouth was on her and she could taste him and her and she was lost in the desire he sent racing through her body. Impatiently, she unzipped him, hardly allowing a laughing Ivo to get free of his clothes before she climbed over him, her legs hitched around his waist. “Please, Ivo, don’t wait.”

  His thick cock plunged into her swollen, quivering cunt and she urged him on, harder, deeper, her fingernails digging into his firm buttocks. The effect this man had on her body was breathtaking, his firm hands holding her, his massive cock sending her to heaven. It was amazing to her that only a few weeks ago, she had been a virgin, had never even been curious about sex and now, with Ivo, she wanted to do more, be adventurous.

  “Will we really…oh god…have sex out in public?” She wanted him to describe it to her, the idea was turning her on so much.

  Ivo keeping his strokes firm and regular, grinned down at her. “You like the idea, don’t you?”

  Sofia laughed, arching her back so her belly pressed against him. “In theory…have you done it before?”

  “Actually, no. But with you I want to try everything.”

  She could have cried at the love in his voice. “I feel the same…oh, god…Ivo…I’m close…. yes…yes…”

  She came as his cock continued to thrust hard inside her and then she felt him shudder and he buried his face in her neck and let out a long groan. “Sofia….”

  He looked up and she smoothed his damp curls away from his face. He looked so boyish that she couldn’t believe he was almost forty. When she had met him, she could have sworn he was only a few years older than her, not sixteen, but she never ever felt the age gap. Their bodies, their sense of humor, their interests – all were so in sync it was almost impossible to believe.

  All she knew was – she loved this man, and even more importantly, she trusted him. She told him that now, and he looked moved beyond words. “To hear that from you, Sofia, my beautiful Sofia…I have no words.”

  She kissed him and they made love again in the small bedroom. An hour later, they were landing in Venice and Sofia suddenly felt excited for what the weekend might bring.

  At eight p.m. they were being seated in one of the most exclusive, high-priced restaurants in Venice, overlooking the Lagoon. Sofia was wearing a dark red dress, her black hair pulled over one shoulder. Around her neck, the ruby that Ivo had just given her at the hotel. Sofia had never been a jewelry girl – that is, expensive jewelry girl – she had her nose and ears pierced and sometimes wore thick heavy silver rings on her forefingers and thumb, her go-to-punk look, but this was a white gold, delicate chain with a ruby the size of a penny. It hung between her breasts, the white silver radiating off her dusky skin.

  Ivo had surprised her just as she was getting out of the shower. “While you look adorably wet, like you’ve been running through a rain storm, let me add something to this picture.” He stood behind her as they gazed in the bathroom mirror. Sofia leaned back into him as he fastened the chain around her neck. At first Sofia couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful man standing behind her, who was now kissing her shoulder, looking up under those thick dark lashes of his to meet her gaze in the mirror. “I saw in an antique store and knew it was made for you. The color of it…”

  Sofia couldn’t speak for a moment. She picked up the ruby between her fingers and made it twinkle in the light. “Ivo…this is too much.”

  He smiled, his arms tightening around her. “No. It isn’t. Nothing is too much for you.”

  So now, it shone against her skin and Sofia had never felt more alive, or sexier, or loved. Ivo had moved his chair close to hers so he could press his lips to her bare shoulder. Their guests were a running a little late – Elli Navaro had sent an apologetic text a few minutes ago. The evening was warm, and all around the restaurant, tiny white lights were scattered in the shrubbery, amongst the plants and trees. A low hum of chat mixed with the soft music playing. Sofia thought she had never felt so relaxed or chilled-out. She and Ivo had spent the afternoon making love back at the hotel – the incredibly luxurious suite which overlooked the Grand Canal, and was twice the size of Desiree’s entire apartment. They’d walked, hand-in-hand through the Venetian streets to the restaurant and now Sofia leaned into Ivo and kissed him. “Thank you, Ivo. For everything. You have changed my life.”

  He pressed his lips to hers, not caring who was watching, kissing her deeply, passionately. “You are my world, Principessa.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

  “Hey, hey,” said a soft voice and they looked up to see a beautiful, dark-haired woman smiling at them. Holding her hand, a tall, dark man, gloriously handsome. Ivo and Sofia stood to greet them. “Sofia, Elli and Indio Navaro. Guys, this is my Sofia.”

  Elli hugged Sofia. “It’s wonderful to meet you. Ivo’s raved about you.”

  Sofia blushed and Ivo rolled his eyes. “Way to ruin my game, Els.”

  Elli grinned unrepentant. “My work here is done.”

  They enjoyed the evening with Elli and Indio and Sofia began to think that talking to Elli for the profile would be easier than she had thought. Elli reassured her. “We won’t talk about anything you’re uncomfortable with, Sofia. This is just to introduce you to the art world. Ivo, you’re meeting with Maceo?”

  Ivo nodded. “Maceo Bartoli,” he explained to Sofia, “is Italy’s most prominent art dealer. He was my mentor – still is in many ways. He’s excited to meet you.”

  Sofia smiled at the warmth in his voice. At the end of the meal, after they’d lingered over coffee, they said their goodbyes. Elli smiled at Sofia. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sofia. We’ll have some girl chat.”

  Sofia and Ivo walked back to their hotel. Ivo’s thumb stroked the back of Sofia’s hand. “Did you like Elli and Indio?”

  “Very much. What a lovely couple. They seem so in love.”

  Ivo nodded, smiling. “They’re probably saying the same about us.”

  She flushed, wanting to tell him how much she was in love with him, but somehow couldn’t form the words. “Elli’s really gorgeous.”

  “She is, such a lovely woman. One day, I’ll tell you Elli and Indio’s story – it’s quite the rollercoaster.”

  The streets were quieter now and Sofia couldn’t stop herself falling in love with the picturesque city, the rustic buildings, the empty, peaceful alleyways and bridges, simply lit.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” she sighed and Ivo smiled.

  “I’m glad you think so.” He pulled her into a dimly lit alleyway and gently pushed her up against the wall of a building. “But what I’m looking at right now,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his, “is even more beautiful.”

  Sofia wound her arms around his neck, gazing up into his handsome face. She loved the lightness of his green eyes against the darkest black of his thick, long eyelashes, the scar next to his eye, the shagginess of his dark curls tumbling over his forehead. “Ivo, you may be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met. You put your movie star father in the shade. I’m trying but I can’t quite capture the essence of you in my painting. Nothing compares to you in the flesh.”

  Ivo smiled. “That’s a nice thing to hear. But right now, I just want to do this…
” And he bent his head and kissed her deeply, sending Sofia’s senses reeling. Ivo’s lips were soft at first then as their passion grew, rough, his tongue massaging hers, as his hands slipped under the skirt of her dress, stroking her thighs. As they moved high, they encountered bare flesh and Ivo’s eyes opened in surprise.

  Sofia grinned, flushing a little. “After what you said on the plane,” she murmured, “I dressed accordingly.”

  Ivo gave a little growl and then he was stroking her clit, making her moan. Her hands went to his fly, feeling his cock already hard against the fabric of his pants and when she freed it, she stroked the length of it. Ivo lifted her up and thrust into her, as Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed ferociously, as Ivo thrust deeper and harder into her, a quick, adrenaline-filled fuck. They came quickly, then started laughing, breathless and panting. A small crowd of people passed by the end of the alleyway and Ivo silenced Sofia’s laugh with his lips, before both of them burst out laughing again.

  “Almost got caught,” she whispered and he grinned.

  “I quite enjoy the idea of being found out, don’t you? Or someone watching us fuck.”

  Sofia brushed her lips against his softly. “Kinky.”

  Chuckling, Ivo took her hand as they began to walk back to the hotel. “So, tell me, what are your kinks, Bella?”

  Sofia thought about it. “You know, I don’t know. Before you, as you know, sex just wasn’t something…I know I sound like a freak when I say this but it was never a concern of mine. Of course, now, I can’t get enough. But I don’t know what my kinks would be. There is something thrilling about almost being caught. I think I’ll find out what my kinks are with you.”

  “Well,” Ivo kissed her, “I know you like me kissing your belly.”

  Sofia grinned. “I do like that, but that’s hardly a kink. There’s plenty of time to find out what my particular peccadillos are.”

  Back at the hotel, they shared a soak in the huge tub, then made love until dawn. Ivo fell asleep with his head on Sofia’s chest, his lips pressed to her skin. Sofia lay awake for a while, staring out of the window at the inky Venice night. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t place it. Was it just that she felt like she had the world at her fingertips, and everything she ever wanted? The man she loved was in her arms and her passion for her work was finally being rewarded. Sofia knew it was ridiculous but ever since that terrible day of her mother’s funeral, she was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.