by Ingrid Walsh
CHAPTER TEN
Antonella
A week later, London, England ... Back to gaming room ...
I exhale a loaded expectation breath as jet lands on the private area of Heathrow airport. Deviation my window look and find the bright black eyes, heated about me. A slight flicker play in sensual lips Mike. He knows that I spent two weeks yearning for us to come to London. The coverage, depraved games room, our hiding place when we fled Ardócia to consummate our love for a month and a half. The last few weeks have been intense to say the least. In a shot I only found that there was a crazy chasing Mike and me on the table. However, the most unbelievable was to discover that it was Paolo, my ex, who had saved hurt the circumstances I finished with him. Paolo was never a Mike fan, probably because I always realized that our relationship was beyond brotherly love. However, Duke has gone too far and is even involved with the murder of Celina, my maid, and such Angliotti reporter. He also paid the motorcyclist hit me. Madonna mia, if not for Lorenzo I would have hurt me ugly or even ... I shake my head, clearing the thought. The Secret Service has proven everything and closed the case. Paolo is arrested. Mike and I can relax and enjoy our new double status without fear of going to places. Out of my mental decline, I watch him open his seat belt with elegant and slow movements. I love your hands. They are large, firm. Hands of those who work beyond the office. My body heats up to think of the perverse pleasures that these hands provide me. A shiver runs through my spine when he bends and gives off my belt, the backs of the fingers rubbing the tips of my breasts, which protrude from under the white silk blouse dug. - I did not want to have a meeting that will take all afternoon. - claims, bringing the sin of my mouth. I gasp and raise my hand grabbing his tie, pulling it over to me. It comes with a naughty smile. My tongue peeking out and give a slow, seductive brushstroke in his mouth. A low roar leaves his lips, his right hand going up and grabbing my throat ahead. Arfo high. He laughs, the expression quickly becoming obscene. - but the anticipation is part of the game. - nibbling the corner of my mouth, going up to the cheekbone, where deposits more a sexy bite, making me drop. Until the seam of jeans starts to bother my sensitive and throbbing clitoris. - love knowing that my girl will spend the entire afternoon wet, throbbing, longing for its owner. - Dio mio ... whimper. - I want my bitch ready to take me back home. Just arrived, put it four-meter deep without any preliminary. - growls. - my cock sliding up the so wet that my pussy cable will be. - a yelp out of my lips, everything in me pounding in reaction to his debauchery. He laughs heartily, knowing that left me completely soaked and pulls me up a winding arm around my waist, pressing our bodies. - you have fared remarkably well, but still has many things I need to show you. Limits to explore ... I want it well resolved, knowing what you want and how much you want. - Tutto. - I whisper, circling his neck with my arms. - I want to do everything. I want to be making all the ways my owner want. - Mike snarls and feel his cock getting hard against my belly. Smile boldly, tracing the hard muscles of his chest on the suit. I see a movement with the eye corner and force myself to clean all the lust of my face. - Oh. - Louise, the flight attendant exclaims, letting out a slight smile to catch us so. It is a Latin woman in the late forties. It is the oldest of the flight attendants flying with us and exclusive of flights from King's. He has seen me fly with Mike since ... I laugh, forever. - I'm sorry to interrupt them, Highnesses. - says somewhat awkwardly. - Do not interrupted, Louise. We are already down and failing to draw his job. - Mike plays, turning in to the woman, its perfectly blasé tone as if we were not talking about our return to sinful games room, seconds before. I long to achieve that future self. Perhaps this comes with experience, conjecture. - Thanks for taking care of me and my doll. - it flashes all charming. - it's always a pleasure to fly with you. - My pleasure, Prince Mike. - the woman's cheeks are flushed. I know it's happily married and almost saw him grow, but it must be difficult to remember that when it is before 1.90 of pure dark male. A totally understand. - I'm glad you. - his attention back to me and his smile is genuine, making me smile back automatically. - your highnesses make such a cute couple. - complete with emotion in his voice. - Grazie, man. - I thank you and your whole face lights up with the endearment. - you notice when my love for him has changed, is not it? - I ask reminding me of the time she left us alone for long. And the way he looked at me as if encouraged me to show my true feelings for his boss. She nods. - Yes. - sees Mike. - I realized when it also changed and hoped secretly for this outcome. - Complete waving among us, with a broad, knowing smile. Mike smiled, her deep chuckle vibrating in my body and his hand traces a gentle caress on my waist. - Thank you again. - he says with a mixture of affection and respect for the older woman. - There's that, sir. By the way, thank you once again for giving an opportunity to my son. He still does not believe it will work with the best in their first job. - Luisa opens a beaming smile when speaking of the child. - Do not thank me. He succeeded on merit. - the woman is even more pleased to hear this. - My old man and I are two rigorous bastards with hiring. So if your kid came in, it is because it has great potential.
- Thank you, Your Highness. He was always very keen. - she thanks, moved. Mike nods. Have a great afternoon, Luisa. To the next. - he says warmly and take my hand luggage. Good afternoon, Luisa. It was a pleasure to have it in flight. - I say goodbye too. The woman bows. - It's always an honor to serve you, Ella princess. - says friendly. With a final wave, we headed for the door and started down the stairs. A limousine and Mike Alfa Romeo are waiting for us. We part here, as it is eager to reach the company and shout some orders. I laugh furtively desiring to receive some orders from my evil dark right now. Give a boost to her, amore mio. - I say when we stop near the limo that will take me to her, not our coverage. I'm still not used. Oh, Dio, lack so little to be his wife. Your. Completely and irrevocably yours. - An increase to Louise? - he lifts a beautiful eyebrow while cornering me against the car, not caring that our guards are nearby. Sometimes I think I do it to mark territory before men. - why this, doll? - I like her. - shrug. - especially like because it is much older and is not drooling over my man like the other commissioners offered. It opens a cocky smile and secure my waist, her mouth down to a centimeter of mine. - Closed. She has gained an excellent salary, but all my girl wants, she has. An increase to Louise leaving. - whispers playfully, then boil your eyes and growls even lower against my mouth - what more delicious and my jealous bitch need? - pure perversion flickers across his face and he drags his mouth to my ear - piece now, doll, because at night will be my turn to have the wishes fulfilled ... Dio holy ... I throbbing, panting, struggling to maintain composure. His mouth back to mine. - You I want you.. - whisper. His eyes burn and a hand up, drawing my face gently. - You have me. - mutters with pure worship in his tone and his luscious lips down on mine. It is a brief kiss, but let me on fire. When our mouths are separated he smiles satisfied. Si, mio dominatore loves demarcate their territory.
- the housekeeper will be there waiting for you, love. She will take care of everything and unpack your belongings. - their eyes light up when you say that. I brought some of my personal belongings in anticipation of the change. - Help me unpack, you mean? I'm no invalid, love. - I retort and he laughs. - or what is worse, a spoiled dondoca. - Okay, but do not get tired. I want my restful and good-natured girl tonight. - Middle growling it. - Si, sir.
- tease. - It will be a long afternoon fucking. - complains but smiles and full tenderly: - until the evening, doll. - Until the night, amore mio. - whisper in his mouth. He opens the limo door and helps me in, then goes to his car. I drool on his tall, elegant bearing wearing the dark suit of badass engineer the way of your meeting. Delicious. I arrive to cover approximately forty minutes. Lucia, Mike's housekeeper, was already waiting for me as I had informed me. Lorenzo and my other two guards brought my bags and boxes up. I busied myself of bags while Lucia was occupied boxes. She works with him a few years ago and is a lady too. I laugh, knowing that I am so extremely jealous with my da
rk. I do not care that they think is exaggerated. I will kick the ass of any cow who wants to engraçar to his side, be warned. Stop the activities missing about three hours to get Mike and I will take care of me. I was all the time waiting for something to it, a message at least. It did not come at all. Know, however, that his silence is part of the domination game. Want me yearning, longing for anything you want to me. I take a long, relaxing bubble bath in the outdoor hot tub near the pool. Listening to good music and sipping a glass of my favorite wine, which my thoughtful groom is careful to always keep in the cellar. I feel powerful, being naked, seeing the whole city at my feet. Not holding back, I took a picture of me with her breasts out and another standing naked body, poorly covered by foam, raising his glass of wine at the camera in a bold invitation, bastard. I sent them to Mike, imagining his face when he looked in the middle of your meeting. I love provoke him. Maybe it's the fact that it is always evil to me when I am bold. Love. An hour before he arrived, finally came a text message, instructing me to eat something very light and a mashed banana with oatmeal. The latter I have eaten all week. Bananas prevent cramps and along with oats, is a rich source of energy. Caspita. Anyone else thinking that there is mio dominatore planning to be very bad in this session? Oh, him, he will be, and would be lying if I said I was not dripping so depraved as the girl I am. It was seven o'clock when I sent another saying he was at home and I went to the neighboring guest room of our prepare and only leave when I gave the order. There was a red thong on the bed when I entered. A dry, straight ticket instructing me to use it only. I undressed, put on the small silk fabric and held her hair in a ponytail high on her head. Only a red lipstick and makeup, he demanded. The minutes dragged by, my excitement and anxiety rising to high levels. At exactly seven hours and thirty minutes, you get my permission to leave, and go to the game room. I enter the master suite and follow the camouflaged way, my whole body shivers when floor inside the room. I'm barefoot, even the carpet cause me worldly sensations. The sconces embedded in the walls, play a smooth and reddish on the environment while creating a refined and wanton weather. Below the head, crossing my wrists behind her back immediately, reminding me of the instructions and walk to the middle of the room. An instrumental music starts playing and my heart thunders along with it. It looks like a rap, hip-hop, I'm not sure, but it has a beautiful, sensual hit. - Primorosa. - the voice and whispered in my ear scares me. Panting, licking his lips nervously. It had not yet located and this emotion, the excitement of the game, not knowing what will make me, my senses dopa. His hands go to the front of me and hold my breasts, kneading the meat slowly, catching them with possession. Rola nozzles turgid between the thumbs and forefingers. - your breasts are two perfect works of art, princess. - Mio Maestro ... - whimper, adrenaline submission spreading throughout my body. - Relax your arms. - says succinctly. My arms hang free. Squeezes my nipples almost to the point of pain, making me snort. He laughs, his hands coming up the clavicle and caress my shoulders, thumbs up lying on my neck in such a delicious massage that can not hold a groan. Makes smile hoarsely. - no skin like yours, baby. - he says reverently, her lips trailing kisses on my shoulders. Suck my neck, certainly leaving a mark and floods my panties, my vaginal walls smooth, pulsing. My body turns to mush in your hands. - I Love seeing her like this, naked for me, slave. This goes beyond the simple task of taking the clothes, however. - his voice takes on a more gentle tone. I think, though. I know it's only one of its dominant facets. - you show your soul when it takes off for its owner. Every time I see it whole. - snort, feeling something encircle my neck. A leash. - completely delivered, rendered to his Master. - growls, holding the leather strap and down the fingers down my spine, trailing a long time. Without warning, wraps his hand on my ponytail and pulls, subduing me. - Ahh! - let out a cry, with a groan. Mike smiled deeply, his lips sucking my ear, pulling his teeth. The free hand around my waist and up her belly, finding my right breast and rubs his palm on the nipple, just poking me. - oh, Dio mio ... - sorry, rubbing his thighs together. - I'll use you. - bite my neck above the collar, snarling against my skin. every bit of that silken skin, every centimeter of this delicious little body is mine to be used, corrupted. Your body to my side. Chills and dizziness take me with her voice, his smell, his hard body pressed on my back. I drop, throbbing wildly. Mike holds my chin, pulling my face back. His mouth hangs over mine, the warm breath teasing me. The insane desire to taste her piles up on my tongue. Its very dark, intense eyes locked on mine, is like a hypnosis. I want it deep inside me. Gasp, lost in his eyes, his possession. I want to please you in unspeakable ways. - Per favore. - whisper. - Please what, sub? - Kiss Me. Give me your taste, sir. - whimper without any shame. His wicked laugh me further ignites the senses. - Patience, little doll. - mocks, her full lips almost touching mine. Shudder. - good things come to the obedient girls ... - your hand lazily down at my belly. I hold my breath, yearning to feel your touch in my wet flesh. He stops at the edge of her panties and slides her fingers in the skin side to side, slowly, back and forth. - Touch me, mio dominatore. whimpering, pleading. - touch me. The strong pull on my hair make me yelp and an unexpected slap right on top of my clitoris makes me cry. Fright, pain, pleasure, depravity inflame my veins. - Know your place, sub. - his voice is dark, rough and I further drop. Dio ... - curve up ahead. - commands. I moan, reminding me of our first night here. I bend down and hear the kind of moan and growl, probably seeing my ass in indecent thong. - away her panties and show me how it's wet, how much you want the owner, bitch. - knocks on my ass. I squeak and do what I ordered. Pull the edge to the side, holding both cheeks wide open. He silva and grunts softly: - so, my good girl. - flatters me. I feel him leaning over me and holds my ankles. - more separate legs and hold your knees. - around to follow his command and his laugh is perverse when purrs: - so bitch my princess. I love that about you. Love that only I know that about you. - I love doing all the wishes of mio amato conductor. - gasp. - live to satisfy your every wish, my owner. He growls menacingly, but his hands caress me from the ankles up through the calves, where it takes more. Mike has tare down my calves. Rises, light, delicate fingers thighs, sliding them from inside, reaching the groin. I convulsiono, throbbing, aching his touch as addicted to crack. He laughs evil and grabs my vagina behind, filling his hand on the swollen flesh and needy. His teeth scrape on my back and neck, where biting viciously. I regret shameless. - Damn, so wet, slave. Dripping for me. What delight ... - groans. - you look like the very goddess of love, baby. Dominated, but still powerful, haughty, refined as only my princess can be. Your body deserves to be worshiped, revered. - whispers against my skin, his hands running down my back and back down, stopping at the firm globes of my ass. His teeth sink into the flesh of my right shoulder, biting pressure while painful and delicious. I dissolve in liquids, gasping, loving his rudeness. Your sweet words contradict the perversion that is undergoing me. As if reading my thoughts, he smiled softly and licks where bit. - this is my very particular form of worship its beauty, Ella. - slaps me in the flesh, I shout. Alisa gently hit where I'm whining like a good trained dog. - degrading it is as good as adore her, little doll. I love corrupt my beautiful innocent girl. - hits me on the other side and smooth again. The tapas session extends, each interspersed slap a delicate massage as a feather, gasp, trembling. My cheeks are burning, oozing thick juice between my thighs. He laughed low and wicked, seeing my excitement. - what more beautiful thing.
- groans and lifts me rudely, turning me from the front. I gasp before his dark, virile beauty. Is wearing a black robe, open at the sides, leaving the solid chest, the washboard and drooling ... Oh, Dio, bearing a huge erection under white boxer. I can not handle a plaintive moan of pure begging. When I drag my eyes up, one corner of his mouth rises arrogantly wicked black eyes locked on mine. - I think I've seen too much, slave. - mocks and extends a black bandage covering my eyes. - remember what you told me earlier? - sinfully whispers in my ear. The feeling of being deprived of a sense elevates everyone
else. My skin shivers. I laughed mockingly, knowing that love it. I love to be corrupted by it. answer! - Ahh! - scream as she felt the slap in my buttock. - No-I can not remember what you mean, sir. I do not ... - You told me you wanted it all, princess, that was it. - growls, holding my hips and grinding his hard cock in my womb. - tutto. - says in Italian, mocking me. - Si, do what you want with me, mio dominatore. - whimper and he growls. I feel it by hooking his finger in the collar ring and pulls me. - If my greedy girl wants all, who am I to deny you that? - his tone is still complacent, mocking and I start walking, trying not to trip over my own feet, while dragging me around the room blindly. The song ends and then begins another on the same seductive style, oozing something sinful of speakers to our ears. Pushes me against the wall ... Wait! No ... I'm a format where "x" behind me and I panic. Oh Dio mio! It's the dreaded cross! He laughs. - yes, sub, let's start testing their limits here. Tell me, little doll ... - his tone is dangerously soft. - it was fun to send me those pictures of you naked, delicious fucking in the whirlpool of the terrace while I was in full board meeting? - I moan, knowing that it will punish me for daring. Mio evil dark. My heart beats in anticipation of punishment. Take my right arm and up, holding my wrist to a leather cuff. I start to breathe heavier, licking dry lips. Do the same with my left wrist. sudden fingers hook into my panties and tear savagely. - Mike ... - quietly croak. - Do not use my name, slave. - his voice is just a hiss. - Who do you think is to use my name? You're my bitch here, nothing more. A little slut who loves, cries, does everything for my cock. - I convulsiono, pulling the restrictions. I will never understand why excite me so much to be humiliated by it. Each degrading word that comes out of his perfect mouth, his strong, authoritative tone sends me closer to orgasm. - do not analyze it. Two of us here. Only two of us and we will fuck the way that satisfies us, understand? - mean waving. - you love being my bitch. Score. I was born for this, be my in every way, then stop to analyze, slave. Well away legs. - more a slap falls on my ass and do what it says obedient. Soon, my ankles are being contained as well. His hands go up by my legs, ruffling me and then I cry, rolling his eyes when I feel a warm lick my clitoris. I press my lips together not to call his name. He bares my lips and suck, suck my cream, snarling, scrapes a finger on my nerves mound and panted, leaning his head against the wall. Put two fingers in my pussy making me scream loud when pushed deeply. Palpito, moaning, begging for more. Nibbling my lot and back to suck my clit hard. Cut fingers, leaving only the tips in and warp, going to rub my G-spot - Ahhhh! - High groan, hallucinated, orgasm coming in hot waves. Then he stops, pulling his fingers out, leaving me hanging. He walks away from me, I feel the loss of heat and its smell. I hold my breath, activating my hearing, alert to any sound other than music. Do not spend too much time slips something on my shoulders. It looks like leather. Mike walks the object through my torso, neck, breasts, abdomen. - ohhh! - cry when giving a gentle blow between my legs, taking my lips, slipping the clitoris. Oh, Dio mio, I already know what it is! It's a ... - A whip, doll. - he turns my thoughts with a maddeningly fun note in his tone. - what about this? - hits my lot again and gasp, breathing heavy. Scared, excited, all together. Hit my buttocks a little stronger. -E-I do not know ... - whisper and scare me when I feel it opening my labia with your fingers and then stick something. A vibrator in penis shape, feel sliding on my walls. Not one of vibrators you've used before, this is different, has a protrusion pressing my clit, massaging it and one that fits in the back door ... Rubbing my hole too. Caspita! - I do not want the whip ... - my voice is shaky and hoarse wire. He smiles as if I was saying some nonsense. - Trust me, you will beg for my whip and will come with such intensity, doll. - her voice is right in my ear and he is naked too, his big, muscular body brushing against mine. The hard cock touching my thigh, driving me insane to have it inside me. - I'll take you to places you never imagined being, but that he wanted to meet secretly. unspeakable pleasures await, my princess. I'll give you everything, You will feel so much pleasure that will cry, beg for your gift never stop degrading it. Holy shit. I want to answer, but everything that comes out of my mouth is a nasty whine when the vibrations start at my insides, the clitoris and the anus. Madonna mia ... Mike laughed again. Hands firmly holding my waist, pressing our bodies. - It's a butterfly vibrator. Stimulating orgasms in less than two minutes ... - whispers lasciviously. you are not allowed to come before it. Doing so will be punished, slave. - soft and seductive kisses track on my neck as if his words were not evil and down to find a nipple and suck it hard. thin sweat begins to sprout in my skin. Mike alternates between a breast and another sucking, nibbling the nozzles. The tremors in my channel increasing, increasing. I'm breathing erratically, my orgasm almost at hand. Oh, Dio mio ... There's not a minute yet, I'm sure. I'm losing myself, ready to scream in ecstasy and accept my punishment. But once again he stops and smiles when grit my teeth, angry, wanting to hit the tasty sadistic bastard of a fig. - will enjoy being beaten, doll. This is on top of my fantasies. I lost count of how many times I enjoyed imagining my princess so, at my mercy. - growls and the first whip comes, grindstones licking my thighs. This is different. He is using two whips? Santo Cielo! One was not enough? And now the image depraved him holding a whip in each hand, naked as a pagan god, the dark sweaty, muscular body, as I whips wickedly invades my head. Dio help ... Mike alternating blows with a flat surface in my breasts, the nozzles and the leather straps on my thighs. I cringe, gasp, and to my surprise, enjoying the burning and mild pain erotic. The discomfort of being dominated, at his mercy makes me lust crazed, I must admit. My vagina is throbbing, all creamy, filled with small vibrator. It's like having a heart between my legs. It increases the power of the vibrations and snort, hanging his head back. My clitoris is rubbed now mercilessly - Ohhh, Mike, amore mio! - hiccups, hot waves exploding in my belly, my walls throbbing. - let me come, my lord! Per favore ... He roars and gives me another blow at the waist, the straps holding me. Pulls me tightly by the whip, his mouth sucking and licking my breast again and I click, screaming loudly when the joy sweeps me with such intensity that leaves me stunned. Me hang shackles in mole. Mike growls and curses unfolds strips me. Gives off my ankles and then pulls the vibrator. Gasp out loud when pulling the sale, my eyes flashing, getting used to the environment to find the black eyes. Me staring and growling like an animal, raise my right leg holding me tight, the advantaged head of his cock housing, opening my labia. - Mike ...
