by Ingrid Walsh
- asks softly. - has an end that corridor. - point across the room. - I'll take it. - I say at the same time that Daniel comes to us again, stating that dinner will be served in twenty minutes. - It is not necessary. I'll be back, love. - Ella whispers kissing me on the lips and crosses the room, his tall figure and aristocratic attracting all eyes. Men and women as if hypnotized. I grit my teeth when I hear a low chuckle of Daniel. - Relax, Mike. No one will jump on your princess. You know that we banish club anyone who miss with respect to a sub collared. I growl in agreement. - However ... - he stares at me steadily. - Also know that there is some more liberal among us, then get ready for invitations to group sex, swapping and shit like that. Everyone is delighted with your girl. - I do not share. - intimidating growl. He laughs more, certainly remembering that made it a lot in the past. - not with Ella. Anyone who comes up with this kind of proposal to me threatens to go to the fucking emergency room, buddy. He raises his hands in surrender and changed the topic then. Antonella then get ready for invitations to group sex, swapping and shit like that. Everyone is delighted with your girl. - I do not share. - intimidating growl. He laughs more, certainly remembering that made it a lot in the past. - not with Ella. Anyone who comes up with this kind of proposal to me threatens to go to the fucking emergency room, buddy. He raises his hands in surrender and changed the topic then. Antonella then get ready for invitations to group sex, swapping and shit like that. Everyone is delighted with your girl. - I do not share. - intimidating growl. He laughs more, certainly remembering that made it a lot in the past. - not with Ella. Anyone who comes up with this kind of proposal to me threatens to go to the fucking emergency room, buddy. He raises his hands in surrender and changed the topic then. Antonella He raises his hands in surrender and changed the topic then. Antonella He raises his hands in surrender and changed the topic then. Antonella
We make use of the luxurious bathroom and leave the hall filled with artwork. Daniel has tastefully decorated both when the two-story mansion style. I want to feel good tonight, I swear I want. However, there is something about him that does not captivated me from the first time I saw him a few years ago. Mike is not much to have friends outside the family environment and he really believes about to invite you to be one of his groomsmen. Dam, Max, Lipe and his brothers will be others. Honestly I do not know where it comes from this sense of discomfort with friend Mike. Not that it is not pleasant to look at, it is, believe me. It's thirty-six, very well maintained. Moreno, a tall, well maintained body. But there is something almost intimidating in intensely that his clear brown eyes stare at me. I sigh. Right. Maybe it's just something stupid on my part. I will strive to be more friendly with the guy, after all he was kind enough to offer us this dinner. In fact, Daniel has always been gentle every time we met in the past. I'm about to leave the hall when a stunning brunette appears in front of me is shocking to me. He would have fallen if your hands do not come fast holding my elbows and helping me to settle down. - Oh my God! - she moans softly when looking at my face. - I'm sorry, Princess. I'm so clumsy. - says in disgust, as I book his grip gently but firmly. Question anguished. - I was not looking where he was going. Did you get hurt? - It's all right. I do not hurt me. - smile briefly to reassure her. I do not remember having been presented tonight. My gaze runs evaluator on every detail of it. Women stuff. She wears a long red with black gloves up to her elbows. The hair is in a high ponytail. I begin to wonder if this is the hairstyle appreciated by all the Masters, since many women present are using it. - Nice to meet you in person, princess Antonella. I'm Elise. reaches out with a soft smile, leaving his well-made-up features even more beautiful. - I'm not sure which protocol to greet royalty, sorry. I laugh a little and hold your hand. His grip is firm, in contrast to its delicate appearance. - It's my pleasure. - compliance back. Newspapers are not entitled to their beauty, if I may say. - he said as he released his hand getting ready to go my way. - Grazie. - I appreciate it and at that time none other than Beelzebub brunette appears in the corner. I narrow my eyes on Vivian. What puttana doing here? It was not to be in Ardócia? His eyes widen when they raise and meet mine. She cautiously advances to a stop near us. - fucking bitch. - Elise exudes under his breath. Well, it seems I'm not the only one to hate the cow. - Princess, good night. - greets her with a polite bow. His gaze goes to another woman and they look at each other intensely. - Elise. means that gunhe. The other snorts and does not deign to answer. - Good evening, Vivian. It was not for you to be in Ardócia with all the end of the run of the works? - stare at her with all animosity that she always pulls me. His eyes burn subtly. She is very beautiful, I have to give the plunge. Wears a long white, highlighting his dark complexion. Her hair tied in maledeto ponytail. - Mike gave me permission to come visit my father this weekend, Your Highness. - almost cantorola. The way speaks his name makes my blood boil. What I would not give to drag her back to the bathroom and stick your fucking face on the toilet as I did with the other bitch who thought he could clucking around my man. The watch carefully. She even has a sick father? Or is it just a lie to manipulate the sympathy of Mike?
- You even have a sick father, Vivian? - My question to flashes and look away for Elise, laughing somewhat ironic. She's enjoying me see harass the dog. - I will investigate it. If you have been lying all this time I really do not like to be in your skin, man. I say opening a cold smile then. She lifts her chin defiantly. - Do as you please, Your Highness. - his voice is monotone as if he had not the least bit intimidated by me. - Now, can let me pass, please? I just want to use the toilet. I pull away a bit and Elise does the same. Vivian passes between us, entering the bathroom without giving us a second look. - ordinary bitch. - the anger, the contempt with which the words come out of Elise's mouth makes me look at her. She gets a flushed and both awkwardly in front of me. - I'm sorry, Your Highness. I-I ... Do not worry about it. - smile and lean in close. - are women. Do not treat me like a cool little princess, per favore. She frowns. - Oh really? You are not offended with my verbiage of the common people? I laugh more. Already I like it. Anyone who does not like the puttana automatically have some points with me. - No. Well now, the royalty also swears. Your mouth opens an "O" dumbfounded. - I will return to my boyfriend now. It was a pleasure to meet you, Elise. - Splice me already turning to leave. - Wait, princess. - opens the wallet and pulls out a small golden card inside, holding it out to me. - these are my contacts. Any girl who is able to put that bitch in her place, you can consider me a friend. His face is serious. I get the card not to look dowdy and wonder what happened between them. - She seduced my boyfriend and Dom -. Answer my unspoken question with a sob in her voice, her brown eyes filling with tears. - was our three year anniversary of dating and I was secretly hoping a ring. - snorts mocking herself. - I went early to his apartment to make a special little dinner. A surprise, you know. - fluctuates a little and only now realize his breath whiskey. This must have been the reason for our crash. She exaggerated the drink. I look around, feeling bad for her and wanting the same time soon get back to Mike. I see a whole trough swanky and I to him, filling one of the glasses to the brim. His eyes widen when I give him the glass. I see a small balcony on the opposite end of the hall. - Let's get some air for a moment, okay? - caught his elbow and carry. Elise is played on one of the chairs near the small side. I sit gingerly on the other. - Thanks. You're beautiful on the inside too, Your Highness. - mutters as a tear runs down the cheek. She cleans half shy and takes a big gulp of water. - We can leave aside the formalities. Just call me Ella. - grant you and she gasps in surprise. - Thanks. - murmurs excited. - as I was saying, I was surprised that. I met my boyfriend in the middle of a scene with the balls buried deep in slut. In our bed. On the day I thought the unhappy would ask me to marry. - it's my turn to gasp. Not a pretty sight to see. Wrinkling his brow noticing the resemblance ... I caught Mike almost the same fucking bitch in the day that I thought I would take our relationship. - I'm sorry. - I tell you female empathy. - Is that you? - his eyes ho
lding mine. - what is your history with her? If it is not much interference from me. - she laughs through hysterical. - I'm drunk. Forget my curiosity shit, right? - Maybe another time. - I stand up, about to make my exit. As much as I sympathize with her, I do not know. - you'll be fine? Something like gratitude shining in her eyes and she nods. - You're a special girl, Ella princess. - says in an almost guilty tone. - and so I will not hide you that ... - her nose wrinkles slightly. - I was one of the regular subs Mike Master at the club. Cáspita! And there was my empathy for her. I stretch my spine, straightening me. - I would like you to know that you can count on me for anything now that is in our midst. - she seems sincere, but I'm not wanting to socialize after their admission. Your smile is sorry when you read my posture. - I know it's not pleasant to have around a woman with whom her man was at some point. But believe me when I say I will learn to discern the sex of sense in our world, princess. When the club and see firsthand how things work, understand that when a sub does not serve another master, still prevails a relationship of friendship. Unless the break is tight for some reason. The Master Mike is amazing ... - to her and smiled embarrassed by the slide. - what I mean is that all subs who served the respect. He always made it clear that would not give his leash to any of us. - his gaze plunges into my necklace of diamonds. - and now we know why. - sighs slightly. - will have in me a friend, if they want. But be careful with that bitch there. - tilts his head toward the bathroom. - she knows many dirty tricks to seduce a man. I look tight and utter haughty, even arrogantly: - Mike and I are screened for any dirty tricks who want to make us. Nothing can separate us. It is serious, then nods. - I saw how you looked at each other outside. - your eyes do not look more clouded by alcohol. - nothing can separate them if you do not leave. - its emphasis intrigues me. - We will not. - reaffirm. - Right. opens a radiant smile. - thank you for giving so much attention to me. You do not know me and still stopped to help me. I'll stay a while here until I felt able to go back and see my man in the other arm. - It was nothing. - my voice is softer than wanted. - be right, Elise. Mike must already be wondering why I'm taking so long, so I'm going. - and more a nod I leave and get my way back. When I approach Mike, people are already heading to the dining room. - You took, doll. - pulls me by the waist, his dark eyes holding mine. - what you were doing? I laugh a little note of jealousy in his seemingly civilized tone. Raises that wicked eyebrow that makes my panties wet and it's time for his sensual lips curl slightly at the corners. Dio, I love that almost grin. Fills me with desire and he knows very well. - I met a girl ... somewhat intriguing. - My eyes narrowed on hers. - Elise, the name is familiar to you, dear mio? - kind of growl that. A familiar spark appears in onyx iris, but he quickly expelled. The smug smile back to the perfect face close to mine. - You are with unnecessary jealousy, doll. - mutters, all her seductive tone. I roll my eyes. - Tell me. demand and he exudes a sharp breath. - Yes, she was one of my regular subs. - admits grudgingly. - She and puttana Vivian. - I grit my teeth, wanting to hit him and all the bitches he ate that shit club and are definitely here laughing at my face. - I had the misfortune of running into her on the toilet too. Why did not he tell me he had given her off? He snorts and holds my chin, lifting my face closer to his and his eyes burning in my growls when close to my mouth - you being so foolish with this schism with Vivian, princess. She will leave the company and our lives soon. - I'm counting the days for this, or I'll rip it out by the hair. - I say boldly. Mike groans low and hoarse before sucking and then biting my lower lip gently. I gasp, throbbing and watering even more. - Damn, you excite me, doll. - Si? - purr, smoothing his broad shoulders in dark suit tailored. He laughs like a wolf. - Oh yeah. I want to give a beating belt that his tasty ass and cum deep into her pussy before that dinner shit. - range against my mouth, grinding his massive erection against my belly. Holy shit. I choke with his wicked proposal. I love the slaps of his hand, but, I pillaged to be worn with something else, like whips and belts, for example. Although I have enjoyed my ass off when he whipped me in the playroom and my underwear is hopeless right now. He laughs sinfully gorgeous knowing how I am excited about their depravity. His mouth opens and mine too, but before we give in to lust, I hear a throat being cleaned. It's Daniel. Mike growls turning in facing his friend who is grinning from ear to ear enjoying having us caught about to take a short break before dinner. He has a guy next to you. This I do not remember having been presented before. I would not forget because he is a male specimen say, very pleasant to look at. When I face meeting since the fixed gray eyes lead me. - Mike, the new member I told you, just come. - Daniel says all satisfied, with the new member of your ball club. Ironizo. - this is Thomas York, one of the heirs of York County, a close friend who was out of London for a few years, but is now back. Mike's hand squeezes possessively around my waist, probably seeing the look of Count alleged, which is still stuck in me. I avert my eyes to Daniel feeling a little uncomfortable by how the stranger is staring at me. - Thomas, this is Michael King, Mike to his friends. Daniel chatty looking very pleased to have his friend back. - and this charming young is ... Princess Antonella, of Di Castellani Ardócia. - the man mutters and reaches out to me. He still did not deign to look on Mike's face and it kind of annoys me. It is inelegant, ignoring my boyfriend. Still, hold your hand like in the good education that my parents gave me. He raises and gallantly kisses back, eyes fixed on mine. I have the impression of having heard Mike grinding teeth next to me. I pull my hand and put on his chest, hoping to placate him with this gesture. - it's a pleasure to meet you personally, your highness. - a means enigmatic smile plays on his mouth and he finally looks at Mike. His expression turns into jovial while extending his hand again. - Prince and Mike, the lucky man. - jokes as if not dried a second before me shamelessly. - Pleasure to meet you, man. Daniel speaks very highly of you, what surprises me, since he's a son of a bitch selective regarding their friendships. Mike looks at the extended hand of man for what seems like an eternity, then accepted. But the scowl on her pretty face does not mitigate. - Me too. - his tone comes out dry, it does not even try to disguise in the name of civility. - Welcome, Earl. Thomas smiled and it illuminates his shaven face, making it more beautiful. You can not not to notice this, I'm not blind, girls. - Thanks man. Being selective is required. - he points out. I, for one, do not settle for anything less than the best. Ever. - and his gaze passes me, briefly this time. So Thomas's face twists with something. I look hands together in front of me and secure a smile. My very jealous domineering is nearly crushing the man's hand. Thomas is looking after the reopening of the family art gallery. - Daniel adds, as if sensing the dark aura growing in Mike right now. Mike Thomas finally leaves the poor go hand that does a good job at ignoring Mike's grip. - A gallery? That formidable. - I can not hold my enthusiasm and Mike's hand tightens around my waist. Dio. Thomas's face lights up. He must be in his late twenties, I think. - I understand it is a studious and fond of the arts, princess. - his voice is melodious. - it would be a pleasure to count on some professional guidance, if you are willing to help me in the project, of course. Mike gets tense, pulling me as if to blow us like Siamese twins. - She can not. - take forward before I can answer. What?! The eye quickly, not like you are speaking in my name, as a man of possessive caves. I can speak for myself, cáspita! - is involved in other work with me in Ardócia museum. You must have seen something in the papers, Earl. - Mike practically growls the title. I want to roll my eyes, but I keep my composure. - Yes, of course, I saw something in the press. When you finish work, then? - Thomas says with a hopeful smile. - I am a patient man Prince. And the two face each other with a latent animosity. Uh. - I'm sure we can find a healer with a resume as impressive as the Princess, Thomas. - Daniel intervenes skillfully, grazie a Dio. - dinner will be served now. Come on, I look forward to the speech I prepared for this occasion. - he chuckled lightly, in a clear attempt to bring the festive mood back. after all, it is not every day that a great friend decides to get hitched. Mike rolls his eyes, b
ut his grip on my waist relaxes a little. Daniel reaches out ahead in giving way to the dining room and follows behind with such count. ********* About two hours later we entered the coverage. Dinner until it was fun. Taking the pissing contest between Mike and such Earl of York, of course. The animosity has only grown as the conversation around the huge table unfolded. Thomas shared experiences of the seven years he lived in Ireland and who brought in the case, recommendations of an exclusive club in Dublin. He also said that his submissive for five years, returned the leash, refusing to accompany him back to his homeland. He did not seem heartbroken when he said it, though. Mike has explained to me that the relationships in between are very complex. You can not try to put everyone in a box and label. Mike confronted and questioned the Count ruthlessly, like a Sabbath. I only saw him thus reportedly pulling guns when he realized the interest of Paolo for me. The jealous attitude of my boyfriend not totally intimidated man. This only made him face me even more, as he sat in front of me. I did a good job of cutting your interest in knowing more about me and my family, especially because Mike's possessive hand was all the time on my thigh. Daniel tried staunchly relax the mood with jokes and humorous comments as we ate and drank. He apologized to us when we said goodbye, saying that Thomas is not a bad person, it is only spoiled by having a family tree that favors. Mike made it clear to the friend who does not want proximity to the newcomer. Pull away the night of my head events, getting rid stole my wallet and next couch and he walks in front of me, his past and posture are strained. He did not say much in the limo. In fact, it was taciturn since we were introduced to such earl of York. Stop in the middle of the room, my eyes following every move at the same time graceful and threatening him. Mike pulls his tie and then the suit with impatient gestures, throwing them on another couch. beautiful and virile walk around in white shirt inside the dark trousers. Undoes the cuffs of the shirt sleeves and pushes the muscular and tanned forearms. Go to the bar, pouring himself a shot of whiskey, silence starting to bother me. - Amore mio ... - Did you like it harassment? What? Its low question, through rough surprises me. He's really pissed off with the way that Thomas was drying me during dinner. It's back to me, one hand in hand on the bench, the other holding the glass down. - Mike ... - whisper, walking slowly close. - Answer the fucking question, Ella. - his voice does not change, but is still tense. Reach out, touching his shoulder on the shirt. He winces a bit. I take it with a good sign and wrap his muscular torso with two arms, shoving his face in his broad back, drunk me with your alpha male smell. - You can not be too upset because of a guy I met just today, amore mio. - I say quietly, trying to pull some sense in it.
