“Your work is incredible, Sofia. Thank you for inviting me.”
“It’s no trouble for a new neighbor – oh hey, Desi?” Sofia grabbed the hand of the owner, a tall, gorgeous exotic-looking woman, wearing a gold shift dress. The woman smiled at him. “Desi, this is our new neighbor, Felix Hammond. He’s taken Mme. Forniere’s apartment.”
Desiree shook Grant’s hand, studying him. “Have we met?”
Grant grinned widely. “I would have remembered. Sadly, we haven’t. Your gallery is remarkable, quite stunning.”
Desi took the praise with a graceful incline of her head. “Well, welcome, welcome. I hope you’ve seen somethings you like. This one’s work, unfortunately for you, is all sold out.”
Sofia rolled her eyes. “Because you bought two-fifths of it. And actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. Felix, would you excuse us for a few minutes?”
“Of course.”
He watched the two women walk back to the office at the side of the main hall. Damn it. He did know Desiree…or rather they’d crossed paths, years ago, when Desiree was still transitioning, and Grant was husting in New York. They hadn’t been friends, as such, just occasionally shared a cigarette at a late-night diner. Grant smirked to himself. Girl done good, he looked around the vast gallery. He had no doubt that Desiree had gotten herself a sugar daddy back in the day and that this was probably the result. How else would she have gotten this far? And smart cookie that she was, she’d moved here where no one knew her history.
Grant was impressed, but it posed a risk to his plans. He knew what to do if it became a problem though. He snagged another drink from the tray and went back to the party.
Desi was already writing a check before Sofia could stop her. “Desi, no. The paintings are yours, I don’t want any of your money. You’ve already given me so much.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Desiree said, blowing the ink dry on the check. “Besides, this doesn’t even begin to cover what your work is worth but you’re at the start.”
She handed the check to Sofia, who took it reluctantly. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the figure. “Oh, no, come on, Desi, this is too much.”
Desi waved her away with a hand. “Stop your griping. The checks for your other pieces were made out to the gallery so when they’re processed, there’ll be more. You sold out, kiddo, congratulations.”
Sofia’s legs felt suddenly very weak and she sank into the chair. “I can’t believe it.”
“Well, believe it. Both Maceo Bartoli and Grady Mallory are already fighting over who gets to exhibit you next and I know Quilla would like to talk to you about maybe teaching a summer class at her foundation. You’re headed for the stratosphere, baby.” Desi sneaked a cigarette out of her bag and grinned at Sofia. “Don’t tell Ivo.” She cracked open a window and blew the smoke out into the cool night air. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, Sofia, you know? Big things are happening both personally and privately.”
Sofia opened her eyes wide and blew out her cheeks. “You can say that again.” She hesitated for a moment. “Ivo asked me to move in with him.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Desiree smiled. “But, you know, you don’t have to do anything until you are ready. I’d say the same to him. It is fast.”
“It is,” Sofia said, chewing her lip. Desi took another long drag.
“What does your heart tell you, little one?”
Sofia looked at her with shining eyes and Desi smiled. “Guess you’ve already made your mind up. Well, I am happy for you both. You’ll always have your room at my place, though.”
It was almost midnight before the crow started to disperse. Sofia was dead on her feet, and Ivo, seeing this, swept her onto his lap as they sat at one of the tables. Their new friends, Maceo, Ori, Flori, Quilla and Mallory sat with them, chatting. Sofia felt a comfort settling in her bones. She belonged somewhere. At last. She had also found out that it had been Adria La Loggia who had purchased Sofia’s portrait of her son and she was both flattered and glad it was going to someone who loved Ivo.
She heard his voice before she saw him and her heart froze. He was berating the security team in a loud voice as they refused to let him in, and then he was calling her name…no, shouting her name. Oh god.
She leapt from Ivo’s knees and started walking, almost stumbling towards the voice, desperate to stop him making a fuss, ruining Desi’s night. Ivo was at her side, steadying her. “What is it, my love?”
She looked up at him with stricken eyes. “You have to stop him…he’ll ruin everything, everything.”
“Who?”
Sofia didn’t answer but stumbled her way towards the man who had ripped her heart out. When he saw her coming towards him, he smiled beatifically. “Darling Sofia…”
Fergus Rutland pushed past the guards to take his step-daughter in his arms.
Chapter Thirteen
Sofia pushed his away roughly. “Don’t touch me.”
Ivo was there then, getting between the two of them. “Who is this, Sofia? Who the hell are you?”
Fergus bristled. “I am Sofia’s father, Fergus Rutland. And you?” He drew himself but couldn’t match Ivo’s great stature, height, certainly in the face of Ivo’s anger.
“Ex-step-father, I believe, and from what Sofia has told me, you threw her out of your family the day she buried her mother. You have no rights here, you son of a bitch. Get out of here.”
Fergus ignored him, and looked straight at Sofia. “Sofia…I know what I did was wrong. I know I can never make up for it. Please, let me try.”
Sofia was trembling so hard that Ivo put his arms around her to stop her from falling down. “No, I don’t want you here.”
Fergus, to his credit, nodded. “I shouldn’t have come tonight. I’ve ruined your evening and I’m sorry. But please, Sofia, please consider meeting me to talk. Just once is all I ask and then if you chose to cut me out of your life, I’ll respect it. I’m staying at the George V. For as long as it takes. Please, Sofia.”
He stared at her, his eyes soft, no anger in them, then nodded stiffly at Ivo. Ivo didn’t move. Fergus turned on his heel and left.
Ivo pressed his lips to Sofia’s hair. “Are you okay, baby?”
She nodded, but her body was still trembling. Why? Way tonight? It was as if the rug had been pulled from under her. Just as I found my place in the world. Sofia couldn’t process how she felt except for angry. So furious she couldn’t speak.
Desiree put her hand on Ivo’s shoulder. “Take her to your place, Ivo. She needs to be taken care of.”
Sofia felt her anger grow as she and Ivo made their way back to his hotel suite. She went to the window and stared out of it for a long time, not seeing anything. She felt sick, and angry and just…. she sighed. Ivo slipped his arms around her and she turned in his arms, pulling his mouth to hers roughly. Her kiss was rough, full of need and Ivo responded, his fingers tugging at the zipper of her dress as Sofia ripped his shirt open and kissed his chest. Naked, they didn’t make it to the bed, Sofia straddling him, impaling herself on his cock with a groan of pleasure. She rode him hard, taking out all her anger on him, but for his part, Ivo didn’t seem to mind. He caressed her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were rock hard, then finger-fucking her navel in rhythm with his cock thrusting deep inside her ready and swollen cunt. He flipped her onto her back and pushed her knees to her chest. Her eyes were alive with lust and anger. “Fuck me hard, Ivo,” she said in a low growl, “Fuck me hard. Hurt me. I need you to fucking hurt me, Ivo…”
He smiled grimly and crushed her lips under his until they both tasted blood. Sofia clawed at his back and clenched her thighs tightly around his waist as they fucked. Ivo pinned her hands above her head, biting down on her shoulder as Sofia urged him on.
Ivo came, so turned on by her feral need for him, that he grew hard again almost immediately, and took her from behind, his cock reaming her cunt into submission. Sofia came again and again, her bod
y vibrating with pleasure.
Finally, exhausted, they lay together, catching their breath. Sofia looked over to Ivo. “Ivo, let’s play some of those games you wanted to play.”
Ivo’s eye widened. “Sofia…I’m not sure you’re in the right headspace for that. I wouldn’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret…”
“Ivo, I had a lifetime of men telling me what to do. I want to fuck and get fucked hard. I want to get dirty, get hurt, get…” Her voice broke. “Fuck, Ivo, just for tonight. I need this.”
Ivo stroked her face, studying her eyes and then nodded. “For you, anything. I know a place where we can go.”
The cab ride to the club was quick. Sofia, wearing nothing under her coat, held Ivo’s hand, meeting his questioning gaze steadily. What had the night turned into? She didn’t care, she just wanted to do this with him.
The club was down an alleyway and Sofia watched Ivo talk in a low voice to the doorman. He let them in, looking at Sofia and nodding. Discreet. Sofia let Ivo lead her into the heart of the club, but he didn’t stop as they walked through the crowd of heaving, sweaty, writhing bodies. Don a darkened passageway and then Ivo pushed open a door, indicating she should go inside. The room was glass on three-sides over-looking the dance floor they had just left.
“Two-way glass…at least for now.” Ivo walked slowly to her and slipped her coat from her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck. “I’m going to fuck you up against it. Hard, Miss Amory. I’m going to press you up against that glass, put my cock into your delicious cunt and fuck you so hard you’ll scream. Then, see that button at the side, I switch it and the glass will become transparent and everyone in the club will see your beautiful body as I fuck you.”
He slipped his hand between her legs as he talked and Sofia felt herself get wet. The thought of being seen, being watched both terrified and thrilled her. Ivo kissed her mouth softly.
“As it’s our first time, we have the option of wearing masks, if nothing else. Do you want the mask?”
She nodded, breathless, curling her body around his. Ivo smiled. “Later, if you want…there are some professionals here. If you want to be fucked by two of us…it can be arranged.”
“Can I decide later?” She brushed her lips against his, just wanting him, wanting to be debauched with the man she loved.
“Of course, you can.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, little one.”
Her eyes were alive with desire as he tied the eye mask, delicately patterned around her eyes. “I love you, Ivo.”
“As I love you. If at any time you want me to stop, just say the word. We can have a safe word if you’d like.”
“I trust you to stop if I ask you to,” she said softly, “but we could still have a word, just for the fun of it.”
Ivo grinned, tightening his arms around her waist. “How about French Fry?”
Sofia giggled. “You know how much I love fries…I might shout that out in the middle of an orgasm anyway.”
“Good point.”
She pressed her body against his. “Enough talking. Fuck me, Zacca.”
Ivo grinned and lifted her into his arms. “Wrap those beautiful legs round my hips, beautiful, and open them wide.”
Sofia kissed him as he carried her to the window, feeling his cock nudge her entrance. “Before I share you,” Ivo said, nuzzling her neck, nipping at her shoulder, “I need to have you for myself.”
He thrust his engorged cock into her, the danger and excitement of their situation making them both so horny that they came almost immediately, then Ivo pressed her up against the cool of the window. His lips were at her ear, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so wet for me, baby, so ready.” The glass was cool against her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Ivo teased her cunt with the tip of his cock. “You’re going to have to open wider than that, beautiful, because I’m so hot for you, I don’t know if this will fit in your tight little cunt.”
He thrust in a little way and Sofia gasped – he was huge, had always been huge, but tonight, he did seem larger than she could handle… “Fuck me hard, Ivo, and hurt me if you have to. I want you to leave your mark on my skin…”
He pinned her hands against the glass, his lips, his teeth against the skin of her neck, and thrust into her, brutal, feral, his cock, thick and long plowing deep into her swollen and damp cunt. Sofia cried out but Ivo showed no mercy.
“You want pain, my darling?”
“God, yes…yes…”
He bit down on her shoulder, hard, drawing blood and felt her buck under him, hissing her approval, throwing her head back so he could kiss her. He nipped her lip between his teeth and felt her smile. “I want them to see how beautiful you are.”
Sofia nodded and Ivo flipped the switch. Suddenly she could see the people below turning toward the glass cubicle and watching them fuck. Ivo’s thrusts got deeper and he pressed her against the glass. Sofia saw some men begin to masturbate, some of the dancers who were obviously high, reach out towards the glass. It was set a little off the ground but still, there were hands stroking the glass where her breasts and belly and sex pressed against it. Ivo turned her sideways, and entered her from the front, giving the audience, the view of his cock driving deep into her vagina. Sofia watched the reflection, her body alive, almost delirious with pleasure. She came, arching her back up, taking his load into her belly, enjoying the admiration of the audience. As they panted for breath, Ivo switched the glass back to opaque and they heard both moans of disappointment and cheers of admiration.
“That was such a rush,” Sofia panted, kissing him and Ivo gathered her to him, kissing her tenderly, pushing the masks from both of them.
“God, you’re beautiful,” his face was flushed with sweat, and even more gorgeous to her eyes. They clung together, holding each other. “Do you feel better now?”
She nodded. “I don’t think I want to play threesomes tonight, if that’s okay with you.”
Ivo laughed. “Of course, it’s okay. Want to go home?”
She nodded. “When we’ve caught our breath. And by the way…yes, Ivo. I will move in with you.”
She had the satisfaction of seeing his surprise, then his delight and knew she had made the right decision.
He was glad he had followed them to the club, had seen their display. Sofia Amory’s body was something else and seeing her fucked so thoroughly, knowing she was open to kink just made him desire her even more.
Grant walked out into the early hours of a Paris morning, his adrenaline buzzing. He was glad now that he had waited. Glad he had never killed a woman before. Glad he had resisted until he found her. Sofia Amory would be his first…
…and she would be his masterpiece.
Chapter Fourteen
Penn Black looked exhausted and Tamara hid a smile. Had his spawn been born yet? Was that why he looked like death warmed up? She resisted asking him, knowing it would give her away. She had been so busy with the renovations at the new club that she hadn’t had time to torment his wife, or his girlfriend, whoever she was.
Tamara smiled at him now, running her hands along the length of his thighs. She was wearing only nipple clamps and a dog collar today but he didn’t seem into it at all. “What would Master like today? Would he like his cock sucked? Would he like to be milked dry?”
Penn gazed at her, his expression unreadable then gave a brief nod. Tamara unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Even flaccid, it was huge and she took it into her mouth, running her tongue along the vein. She worked on him, but it remained limp and, frustrated, she looked up at him. “Is Master okay?”
Penn sighed and lifted her off of him. “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood. I’ll pay you, of course.”
Tamara got to her feet and slipped her robe on, taking a long swig of vodka straight from the bottle. “Is there something else I can help you with? You know, we’ve been meeting for months now. I can more than just your sub.”
Penn looked amused. “I have no doubt you can.”
She sat down opposite him. “You look tired.”
“I am. Family stuff.”
Tamara ran a hand through her long blonde hair, and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Your wife?”
He gave her a half-smile. “I’m not married.” So, the pregnant woman was his girlfriend.
“Any kids?”
“Not yet.” That wasn’t an answer. “How about you?”
“No kids. Never wanted them. No husband. Ditto.” There was no use lying to him. What she wanted was him, not a ring or a brood of screaming brats. She wanted him, the mystery of him. Penn Black fascinated her, the danger in his eyes, his barely concealed brutality. She went to him now, sitting on his hard thighs, pressing her lips to his. He never usually allowed her to kiss him now, but tonight, he seemed different. He slid his fingers into her hair, kissing her tenderly for the first time.
Tamara felt something shift inside her. She gazed into the deep brown of his eyes. Without speaking, he swept her up into his arms and got to his feet, carrying her over to the rarely used bed. Tamara kept her lips on his as he slipped the robe from her body, and lay down on top of her.
For Tamara, the next hour was a revelation. They made the time to explore each other’s bodies as if they had never met before. When Penn lifted her legs over his shoulders and used his tongue on her, she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations he sent shooting through her body. She was a quivering wreck as he moved to kiss her mouth, and then his cock was gliding inside of her and they began to make love, slowly, tenderly, their gazes locked.
Tamara let go of all her control to him, letting him dictate control over her body in a new way – not that of a Dom/Sub but as a woman who knew, without doubt, that she was in love with this man.
It was a strange, new feeling for her. Softness. She was letting it into her heart for this man. “I love you,” she whispered, not caring if the words scared him. She knew them to be the most honest words she had ever spoken.
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