by Ingrid Walsh
- Yes, damn it, you're suggesting that I come to have sessions with you. - I look at it without giving him a chance to get away with this. - In my book this is treason. His face falls, realizing how pissed me off. - Okay, okay. Got it. Excuse me. - asks softly. - I just really thought to serve you. Sex. Only that. You know I do not have these false social modesty. Sex is sex, has nothing to do with love. - I'm about to catch her by the arm and throw it out. - It is perfectly possible to love someone and still fucking wildly with another. I know several people in my circle of friends who are like that. - Your circle of friends is fucked, I must say. - spit in disgust those people. - You must leave now and remember to stay out of my personal affairs. - look her straight in the eyes to see that I'm not bluffing. Another intrusion like this and assure you that I will not be so compassionate. I will forget who has a sick father and needs the job. Is that clear? His face is changed, falling a professional mask immediately. - Right, right. - says, adjusting the bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. - It was inappropriate on my part, I admit. Have a nice day, Mike.
- mutters. - See you in Ardócia. She finally goes and I sink back in his chair. Damn, I have to fire her when the works of the museum close down. I know Ella is not happy with an old sub prowling so close to me. I'd be pissed too if history were reversed. Yes, I will have to get rid of Vivian. I do a video conference two hours with the staff of the resort of Angra dos Reis. Heavy rains have caused some damage to our facilities and I'm sending someone to check it closely. I myself would, but I have a marriage to do. Smile, closing my laptop. I have something planned for the weekend with Ella. Only two of us in Rome, dating a lot, making sweet love. I laugh more, noting that the term just used. I never referred to the sex as lovemaking. Well, that was because I did not love. However, with my princess is what we do. It's love. Even when I'm dominating, degrading it, it's still love. A love so strong, abrasive, that took care of me, leaving no room for anything else. Ella is the one for me. The one that I want to sleep and wake up next to the rest of my life. After I close the last meeting of the day that my father and I preside, I gather the documents in my briefcase, already crazy to get home and call Ella. The knowledge that one day separates us, makes my lips repuxarem into a small smile. Tomorrow I will be with her in my arms. Inside it. My body is already burning by the absurd longing to feel her soft, bare skin against mine. The room is being drained by the shareholders and my old rises, fixing her suit and come closer to me. - This teen smile has a name, son? - he smiles slightly. - Sure, Dad. - adjust everything and the eye, straddling my smile. - I will make the request this weekend. He nods, but his face is serious then. - I want to double your safety and that of Ella, when you go out in public. Frown with his words and the underlying seriousness. He looks worried. To be honest, even with the apology of note that was published, I still feel a strange tightening in my gut, alerting me that something is not beating. There is something bothering me, leaving me totally relaxed as it should be. Instinct. I firmly believe that the instinct is as important as the other senses. This sense of anticipation that seeps inside us, triggering defense mechanisms without our consent, and if we choose to ignore, can bring consequences. Well, that's how I still feel, on alert. Apparently, my old is also not satisfied with the outcome of the ill-fated attempt to demoralize me. - Why, Dad? What is not sharing with me? - inquiro. He sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets. - The columnist such has not yet been located by agents, Mike. Besides ... - her dark eyes studying me as if pondering what comes next. I look forward, intrigued. - Dam called me before the meeting. The expertise raised doubts that Celina ... Well, a girl can not have committed suicide. This has my immediate attention. What? She did not commit suicide? So what... - The agents believe that the girl was murdered. - my father continues, cutting my thoughts. Cum! Murdered? What the fuck is that? - Why do they think that? - I ask, not liking the way this story. - The angle of the cuts on the wrists, according to the expert, doubts that she herself was cut. Holy Mother. I ice. What kind of sadist would kill a person cutting your wrists? Christ. This is very cruel. And the letter? Did the killer forced her to write the fucking letter? My gut twists. If this is true, Celina was innocent. Damn, not only innocent, but a victim. I feel uncomfortable with the feeling of regret to have her condemned hastily. I see my old man. - What are you thinking about it, Dad? He exhales softly. - I still have a feeling that something is not right, Mike. - says, confirming my suspicions. - Something does not fit in this story. I thought the scandal was solved and solved too quickly. As if someone wanted to divert our attention, do not know ... I shake my head, nodding. - Yes, I found it was fast, but it brought me some relief. At least now, Ella and I can take our relationship. - Sure, son. I'm just saying to be careful. - he reiterates. - While not lay hands on such columnist, stay alert. Nod in agreement again. - Actually, I was already considering increasing our security. Harry talked to today about the increased effective for three men. My father seems pleased with the news. - I share that same feeling, Dad. Something is not right in this. But what? - sigh in frustration. - Do you think that this son of a bitch may have murdered the maid Ella? - I do not know, son. Dam ensured that agents are working to find him and clarify the gray areas. - What would have fucked this against me? - grit my teeth. What's behind it? My father looks at me long. My old man is making me uncomfortable. We'll find out. Just promise me you'll be careful as it is not resolved. - I promise, Dad. - I say vehemently to reassure my old. He nods and his face turns into a slight smile. - So do something special for the application? - inquires. I laugh like a fool in love. - I'll take you to Rome on a romantic weekend. - I say without stopping the satisfied smile. - Looks good, son. I, your mother and brothers are happy for you. - she says with emotion in his voice. - I know, man. - I say, pulling him into a quick hug. He mumbles, smiling, and says goodbye and then leaving me alone. I leave the company in a few minutes and follow straight to the house. Along the way, Harry, my security, informs me that men will be ready to accompany us to Ardócia tomorrow. It makes me more relaxed. The security Ella is a matter of state. I'm sure the king himself is already taking care of that too, anticipating the pandemonium that will show up when the media as a couple for the first time. After taking a quick shower and eat a sandwich, I'm going to bed to call my girl. Ella meets on the second ring. - Hi, Amore mio ... - his voice low and anxious makes my heart warm up and my cock swell instantly. Cum. I I adjust myself on the pillows, lust, longing, crazy love taking my body. - Doll... - my voice is thickened, but tender. - God, it's good to hear your voice. - she smiled softly. - How was your day honey? - monotonous. - it's my turn to smile implication behind it. She is missing me too. - The restoration is progressing well, however.
- his voice drops to a provocative whisper when he adds. - I was informed that the chief engineer wants to deliver the work before the deadline and I have my utmost to meet the expectations of such a badass ... - I laugh softly and growl, pressing the head of my cock. Naughty. Delicious. - Oh, yes, I know the guy, princess. - whisper seductively. - He's falling for you, but it is very picky when it comes to work. She laughs. - I'd say he is demanding in other ways too ... - purrs and my dick hurts so hard. His voice softens when more whispers: - And you? How was your day, dear mio? - Work and more work. - exhale a tired breath. - But well I managed to advance things here. - It seems that had a long day. mutters with sweet voice. - I would be there to ease your tension ... I groan. - Yes Princess. I should have your legs wrapped around my waist right now. - she laughs heartily on the other side. - That's what's frustrating me fucking. - I know. - whispers, half breathless. - I miss you too, love. - I'm dying, dying to have her in my arms, doll. - my tone is very softened, but do not care. His girl smile makes my chest expand. - I want you ... - moans in my ear. Cum. My cock drool in pajama pants. - I also want you, princess. - my tone comes out rough. - All night beneath me. - growl. Once again his hot laughter rings in my ear. Only in a few hours apart. - his tone is all seductive. - Can
not wait, mio bello dominatore. I grind, then smiled wickedly. - Wait for me in my room, Ella. - hoarse whisper. - Naked. I'll eat you so fucking. She gasps from the other side. - Anything you want, sir. - mutters, her excited tone, submissive, leaving me anxious and frustrated by the hours that still separates us. - I love you so much. - my voice melts to utter those words. However, these simple words seem insipid before the greatness of my feelings for this girl. I worship. Pure and simple. For me, Ella always been at a level above all others. It is my beautiful and contagious sunshine. My love. My everything. - I love you so much too. - her voice is a little choked now. - I hate being away from you. - also I hate not having you near me all the time. Always I hated. - grumble and let out a small sigh. - I have a surprise, love ... - add, already with a teasing smile opening. I love to let her curious. Antonella
- A surprise? - I ask, not disguising the broad smile and the excitement rolling in my veins.
- What is? The sound of his deep laughter is the only answer, making me moan and then smile. - This is a confidential information, doll, or would not be surprising. - says in an amused tone. I snort, making him laugh more in my ear. He always loved to let me curious since I understand why people. I loved every surprise in the past when we were fraternal, but now my mind wanders and my pulse quickens, wondering what my domineering and sexy prince has prepared for me. My heart is slightly at his voice, but still heavy for missing twenty-four long hours to have it here with me. My whole body aches and throbs of love, longing, repressed lust. Eight days without feeling his touch, his manly smell. Its intense kisses, his demanding possession. Suppress a groan, rolling in the soft sheets of my bed. - Are you sure I can not start this information? - whisper in my best seductive voice. He groans. - There's nothing you can do, I'm sorry. - it does not seem to feel. His tone is still wickedly fun. - If we were close, who knows ... - You're so mean, amore mio. - keep the vibe femme fatale. - Maybe if we enter the FaceTime and could see what I have prepared for you too ... - set the bait, smiling as he growls. Dio, my vagina throbbing, flooding shamelessly. - What have you done for me, doll? - his tone lowers sharply. It's my turn to laugh enigmatic. I completed the tattoo with your name in my pelvis a day after I came to the Island. It is my surprise to him. Already anticipate, dark eyes watching me with possession and then gross and delicious way that will take me in his bed. Asserting their power over me. Our common fantasy, sex in her room. Spending all night in loving as ever desire. Without fear of being caught because now we are from each other. My body is all hot, yearning for tomorrow. - It is a sensitive information. - give back his words and he grunts. I purposely below the voice and whisper: - A surprise for my owner. - Damn, Ella. says harshly. - You will kill me here. - then he laughed half groaning. - God, I love when you talk like that, all submissive. Let me insane being away and not being able to sink into the stalk in her perfect body. I moan at length. - Tomorrow, my beautiful, virile dark. whisper, oozing lust in my tone. - Tomorrow will be able to do everything with me. My body is yearning to be used by my lord. Of all the ways you want. Another growl echoed in my ear. - Delicious ... You love being my obedient little bitch, is not Princess? - his voice is thickened now, making me throb. Madonna mia, I feel the equivalent of female blue balls. My vagina is dying to be filled to the hilt. I join her thighs, rubbing each other to relieve pain. - Will make me come hard tomorrow, my beautiful girl? Yes, I know it will. You always make its owner enjoy so good, fuck ... My body shivers, the hardening nipples, twisting in agony. I close my eyes and I can feel her soft, warm lips on them, sucking them, biting, devouring me. - Si, I want enjoying hard, deep inside me. - I say without shame and my hand slips through her belly, down inside pajamas short. I moan strangled, when I touch my swollen, needy every mound. - Do not you dare touch, Ella. - Mike growls, startling me. - I want everything to me tomorrow. Every drop of their joy is my fucking. Each drop is fucked up for me. I'm sorry, pulling the reluctant hand inside the shorts. If my vagina could pout, I'm sure would be doing now. Damn it. - I want you so much. - my voice is breathy, hoarse. - And I you, doll. - he says more gently, making me melt like glaciers in global warming. A sigh and a smile down below. - Tell me more about working with the restoration, princess. I need distraction for my hard cock. I laugh and he too. Mike did not do phone sex any time these days. Guardássemos wanted everything to our reunion. I agreed at first, but then tried to seduce him in every one of our conversations, what did not work, as they should have realized by my current level of horny. The man has an enviable self-control. However, I am not losing hope. At some point, I'll put the ruler to his knees, annotate's it, girls. So I tell all about the work, to the smallest detail. We talked for two hours followed. Our conversation always flows easier. I could hear his deep, dark and sexy voice in my ear all night and would not be complaining. When we said goodbye with passionate promises, whispered to tomorrow, I sleep with a dreamy smile on my lips. *********** I take breakfast with my brothers in the smallest kitchen in the north wing. From small to use for our informal meals. Max is returning to Boston before lunch and I am already missing my little brother. We see so little these days. Dam also will go to Monaco in the late afternoon. He finally managed to pass the bill to put Ardócia the circuit in Formula 1. It seems that there will be a great work on the suitability of the Island race track, which has so far only received competitions Kart and other lower categories of motorsport.
- Formula 1 will bring lots of money for our coffers, the heat of the tourism sector. - mio fratello tells us, very proud of his achievement. - And of course, the biggest reason that pushed me to go after the big big shots to put us in the loop: prestige. - hard to believe that only has twenty-four years when embodies this unrelenting air of the future king. Well, true that complete twenty-five a month after me. So technically there are only three months for his birthday. - Prestige, gentlemen, is what moves the world. - Uh, I thought it was money that drove everything. - Max smiled. There is pride in his face by his older brother. We are all proud of him. Our parents then forget it. - Wrong, brother. In our country only money is not enough. - Dam shakes his head and his mouth twists almost dismissively. - Your bank account is worth nothing if you do not have centuries of history on their backs. That was what counted in our favor in dispute with maybe the richest countries, but less expressive, and charming than a reign to southern Italy. He blinks. Mio fratello is definitely in love with this project, is visible in the way we speak. Max whistles down, seeing the same thing as me. - Well done, brother. - he says, swallowing the last sip of his orange juice. Then his eyes shine with irreverence before completing. With great power, comes great responsibility, you know, the future king. Dam snorts and I laugh of the two. It's so good to be home with my brothers. - You might think that the university would give you a greater ability to argument, brat. Instead, all I have is a paraphrase of Spiderman? - he twists his lips in playful disdain, pinning Max back. - Our mother will be disappointed. - Humpt. Was the grandfather of Peter Parker who said this, idiot, not Spiderman. - Max retaliates as Dam had spoken some sacrilege. - We used to watch it, remember, fratello? - Si, and this is what? Ten, eleven years? - Dam refutes. - I wonder who can get any girl quoting speeches of the Marvel movies, little brother. Max snorted, opening the most arrogant smile. Oh, it goes away ... I Degusto my breakfast, watching the verbal battle. - You'd be really surprised with the amount of BOCE ... - Max to and clears his throat, looking at me with excuses eyes. - I mean, girls who go through my apartment, smartass. - Just preserve your ass, asshole. It is not pleasant to see his cock in the tabloids. - Dam rebate, making me almost choke. Madonna mia. It was to be used as the only girl among them. He is referring to a headline showing Max jumping naked in a pool at a frat party three months ago. His ass was not the only thing on display ... Our parents were amazed with him and our little brother promised to behave since. Lipe was along too, also naked, surrounded the two girls. They surely are enjoying the university thing Dam and I did not. Not that way. I, because I k
ept myself to Mike. And Dam, well, he has more responsibility weighing on his back. Although the tabloids go crazy with all the news about our family it is the Dam they pursue staunchly, waiting only a tiny slip. And he never met them. Of course, there was that time in high school, he was spotted experiencing based ... I laugh at the uproar it caused in the palace. Can you imagine? The Crown Prince of Ardócia smoking pot? My father had to move a lot of strings to get the circulation of news as quickly as possible. Whatever the king has told him worked. Dam never slipped. Well, at least not publicly. I am well aware that my brother is far from being a monk, though. He just knows how to be discreet. The uncle of twins Jay's another story. Those boys have caused uproar in Boston when they passed there. There was a headline once suggested that the two liked to share his girls. They denied vehemently, but the tabloids still dig it from time to time ... And of course, there is Anna Julia. This has been a constant source of news since ... well, since it has become much more fucking crazy, how would my brothers. - I detect certain resentment there, fratello? - Max sneers, snapping me out of my reverie about the real scandal. - Does your jewels of the Crown do to my face, huh? Dam snorts dismissively and I decide to intervene.
- Hey! That's enough testosterone in full morning, is not it? - stare at the two and they open their arrogant, so beautiful and so like smiles. - Perdonami, sorella. - say almost in unison. I roll my eyes because they know how to win me with these smiles. Max clears his throat. Brother, actually, I wanted to say I'm proud ... - it looks a little uncomfortable talking seriously. - You know, the thing with Formula 1. I can not wait for the official roar of engines here on the Island. - I laughed at his youthful excitement. Dam smiles and reaches out, ruffling the dark hair of our younger brother. Max dodges, rolling his eyes at the gesture. - Grazie fratello. - Dam says in a rare moment without provocation to the younger brother. I think he shares my feelings of homesickness advance our little brother. Just will not say it out loud. Men ... - I have an appointment until ten, but back in time to accompany him to the airport. - tells how it was no big thing, however, I know that is their subtle way of saying that will miss Max while away. Max also knows the smile playing on his mouth. He gets up from the bench, his stature rising. Wow, when this boy will stop growing? I smile slightly, chewing my last portion of pancakes Dam prepared for us. It is a ritual that my older brother left never die, even after we grow up and he had to take his agenda as crown prince. Whenever his commitments allow, prepares coffee for the three of us when we are in the palace. I love these moments with them, with competitions and pissed all. - I'll get my stuff. - he announces. - I'll go to your room before leaving. - I tell him softly. - I'll miss you, handsome. He smiles and it gets even better. He approaches, leaning over me and giving me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. - I will also miss, sorella. - whispers, his dark eyes staring at me. - So even if we will have a wedding soon? - whistle down. - Mike is not kidding in service, huh? I'm sure there are hearts in my eyes at that time. - Possibly. respond with a half smile. Max gives me a sly wink, heading for the door. - Ah, love ... causes before vanishing from sight. I picked up a napkin, wiping my mouth. Dam is facing the door, his face with a mild expression. - I will also miss this brat. - he laughs, directing his eyes at me. - Tell him. Shakes his head, laughing at his smug way. - He knows, sorella.
