She gasped.
“What do you think?” he asked against her mouth as he slid in the other.
“I—definitely—love Marco Polo’s gift to your ancestor.”
Sergio sputtered with laughter. “Darling, you are incomparable.”
“So I leave this inside me?”
“Of course. Only I may remove them or insert them. You are not to touch my cat,” he warned with mock severity and winked at her. To illustrate, he tugged on her pussy hair then on the one ball hanging by the ribbon down between her wanton lips.
The pull had her bucking. She rubbed her thighs together and felt the damnably delicious shock of the smooth ball dangling with a heavy weight between her lips toward the base of her cunt. She clamped a hand to her labia. “Sergio, darling, you cannot expect me to wear this until you return.”
“Ah, but I do. You wanted to be thrilled by all I have to offer. This is one those offerings, cara. Come, stand up.” He offered her his hand and she rose, carefully putting one foot then the other on the carpet.
She swooned with the feel of the heavy balls inside her vagina, the roll as she stood and then, dear god, the power of the other ball, hanging now straight down between her tender, swollen labia. To walk would be luscious torture. “It’s becoming warmer with my body heat and driving me insane.”
Sergio took her in his arms and steadied her on her feet. “Let yourself enjoy it. You will come many times—and I can only hope you will want me all the more when I return.” His dark eyes gleamed with expectation.
She circled her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. “You must hurry with that lawyer. Besides he is probably very expensive. And you will need to save yourself to come home to me.”
Sergio laughed and caught her up. His fingers cupping her ass and, for the first time in more than a day, he inserted one fingertip into her tiny hole that he had trained to take him. “When I return, we will fuck all you wish for as many times as you wish.”
She bit her lower lip, barely able to express her physical delight with his finger delving more deeply in her ass. That, plus the two balls in her vagina made her crazy, ready to explode with an orgasm. “I think I will scream if you do not fuck me now, Sergio.”
He laughed heartily now, the wretched man. “Scream, my darling. There is no one to hear you.”
“Ohhhhh!” She punched his chest with one weak fist as he lifted her and took her to the couch.
There he laid her down and rose above her so that his rigid, blue-veined cock was before her mouth. “I too will miss you, darling. See how much I would like to fuck you now?” His thumb rolled her lower lip down. “Put your mouth around me to show me how much you will miss me.”
She smiled into his eyes and took his cock into her mouth. He was perfumed with her musk and she savored the taste as she licked his member down toward the root as far as she could manage. She kissed him and laved his hot length, sipping the salty-sweet pre-cum dripping from his slit. And just as he arched, grunting in delight, she prepared to take him to full enjoyment but he pulled away, panting heavily and leaving her maddeningly bereft.
“For both of us,” he bent to speak against her mouth, “tonight will be divine.”
And then he rose, walked into the bathroom, shut the door and left her there to rub her thighs together and smile that her need of him grew by exponential measures. He was demanding and inventive—and she could match him.
When he emerged from the bathroom minutes later, his cock was lax once more and she considered him coyly. “Lucky for you, you may walk around like that. Whereas I will feel your lack in my pussy with every step I take.”
He nodded and came to kiss her quickly. “Because my penis is not up at the moment does not mean that I do not think of you—and want you. But when I return, I promise to make amends for my absence. In the meantime, the castle is yours. Enjoy it. The gardens. The pool. The terrace. All but the cellars. They are locked. Only for me to show you. But know that when I return today I will love you until you tell me to stop.”
She cupped his handsome face. “My dear man, I have no intention to tell you that. You may hurry off to work now, secure in the knowledge that when you return, I will want you ’til I die.”
“My hope exactly.” He kissed her and walked toward his dressing room. “Ciao, bella,” he said and then he disappeared.
* * * * *
She did take advantage of the offer to roam the house. Naked, the decadent balls rolling inside her and teasing her to maddening delight, she made herself a breakfast of the leftover pasta they had made last night from scratch. The recipe was her own and Sergio had declared he had never had its equal. Taking a piece of chevre cheese, she wandered out to the pool but had to pause to feel the power of an orgasm roll over her. As she sat sunning in the morning breeze, absorbing the beauty of the hills of the Chianti region, she was fiendishly tempted to masturbate herself to quick fulfillment. But she honored Sergio’s desire that she not touch herself. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she decided to swim a few laps then relaxed in the hot tub. Over and over she felt the pulsing of her hot channel and on more than one occasion she had to put a palm to her pubic bone to groan with the power of her need for his cock. But she was good—and eventually, she needed a new diversion. And the glories of the castle beckoned.
She spent most of the morning marveling at the oils and sculptures in the gallery. Her knowledge of period furniture came in handy too as she strolled the dining room, a riot of sixteenth-century baroque. Then the living room, a mix of velvets in red and purple on the sleek Napoleonic Empire settees and chairs.
By one, she was ready for lunch, wondering what kept Sergio and so she returned to the kitchen. The Chinese balls she could live with, she decided if she kept her mind occupied after enjoying thoroughly every throbbing orgasm they offered. And so she explored the wealth of items in the castle’s pantry. Within a few minutes she had found ingredients that allowed her to make her own recipe for spinach-stuffed ravioli. She chose one long, white apron from the collection hanging on the pantry hook, wrapped the sash around her bare body and got to work.
She was cutting the pasta into square lacey-edged pillows when she felt two strong arms steal around her and a set of hot lips brand her nape.
“You missed me?” He nuzzled her ear.
“Ah, not too much,” she lied, and continued to cut her pasta.
“Witch!” he complained, and turned her in his arms. “I work all day and you insult me.”
She laughed softly. “I work all day and you have not loved me yet!” She rubbed her thighs together so that he could feel her movement against him.
He clutched her close. “But I am hungry.”
“Ah!” she knew she sounded like a disgruntled housewife, “demanding men!”
“What have you got for me, bella?” He gazed at her with molten eyes, his hands drifting down the apron and cupping her breasts through the fabric.
“Oranges,” she told him.
“Really? Where?”
“In the tiramisu. Orange zest.”
“I see.” He glanced at the disarray of utensils and ingredients on the island. “And what else?”
“Garlic in the spinach.” She wiggled her brows at him. “Want a taste?”
“After I taste this,” he crooned, and bent to lick flour from her chest just above the apron bodice.
She closed her eyes at his tenderness and her cunt creamed for him while the dangling ball tormented her wet labia. “You may taste all you want but I must have you fast and now. You said you would.” Her eyes flashed open and she stared at him with determination. “You must give me my due.”
He pressed her close. “As you command. Where would you like this fuck, my queen?”
“In the chair in the foyer.”
“So far away?” he taunted her.
She narrowed her eyes on him. “Now! Come!” She took a step away and nearly buckled at the titillation of the Chinese balls.
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sp; But he caught her up. “No more walking for you,” he said, his lips to her forehead. “I will fuck you gladly.” He strode through his house like a man on a march—and in the foyer he put her on the chair, pressed wide her legs then lifted them up over the massive arms of the chair and put his lips to her pussy. “First, I will eat you—and then—”
“No!” she demanded, her hands cupping his flushed face. “Take the damn balls out. And fuck me.”
Instead, the infuriating man stood, removed his clothes and let them pool on the marble floor. Naked, he was the picture of sexual aggression, that big red rod of his making her whimper for his possession. Then he bent, took something from his pocket that clearly was not a condom but an object she had never seen.
“What is that?” she barked at him.
“One more pleasure,” he told her, and displayed a small black item. “Before I take the balls out, you will enjoy this! Let me eat you first.”
She scowled at him. “Why?”
“You will love this if first you are as creamy as a peach.”
Petulant, she retorted, “I already am so wet your cock will swim inside me and I will have no satisfaction whatsoever!”
His black eyes gleamed with sexual intent. “Let me try, bella. Here…” and he sank to his knees and rolled the black round object all around her labia. “We’ll get this wet for your sweet little hole.” Then he put his mouth to her swollen, tender labia and kissed her clitoris. His talented fingers slid the string aside as he nipped at her bud with his teeth then delved inside her cunt with a fierce tongue. He pierced her with it and she came at once with a rolling delight that had her thrashing her head against the wood.
“No more, no more,” she insisted, her fingers in his hair.
“Si, bella, this…” And then he lifted her, let her sink against him, and into her ass he inserted the wet black item that was a deliciously intoxicating plug.
She took it inside her with a groan and shiver then a violent tremble of delight that was at once a shocking orgasm. She hung in his arms.
He pressed his lips to her brow. “Wonderful, bella. Now, now as you wished,” and he placed her once more in the chair, positioned her as before, her full, aching cunt open to his view and the ass plug filling her from the rear. And in a move that resounded with how liquid, how torrid she was, he sent his fingers up inside her cunt and slowly extracted the two Chinese balls. She gasped with the emptiness that gave her and then she watched with incredulity as he replaced the maddening delightful toys with the blunt, hot possession of his cock.
She came instantly. Head thrown back, her walls clenching around him, she screamed again at his claiming.
When she came to reality, he had braced himself with two hands to the chair back at either side of her head and was driving into her with his own release. At some point he had put on a condom because she did not feel the spurt of his cum.
At last he raised his head and whispered in her ear, “I have never come so long and hard. I wanted you all morning.”
Still not sated, she turned and spoke on his lips. “Then you must do this again because I have been wild here without you. Never let me meet that lawyer of yours, I will tear him limb from limb.”
They both laughed at that.
Sergio looked down at their joined bodies. “I have never seen you so red. We must see you are pleasured to the limit. So then, where shall I fuck you now, bella?”
“Here, just here. Once more. I cannot bear to move just yet.”
And so once more he did as she asked, and when they had both benefitted, she sighed and asked, “Would you like to taste my ravioli?”
He chuckled, his fingers tweaking a nipple and his other hand tracing her labia. “I would. The cherry here and the peach here was a very good appetizer.”
She cuffed him and they walked to the kitchen where she offered him a small lunch, and afterward, for dessert, he took her on the counter. The plug he left inside her as they both swam in the pool and he loved her naked in the afternoon sun.
Later, as they prepared dinner and he pressed out their fresh lasagna noodles, they talked of subjects other couples might discuss while cooking dinner. Reggie told him about her sister Donna and the happy marriage she and her husband had. Sergio talked about his parents, their marriage and demise. “My mother died only two years ago, my father eight years ago. I miss them.” She told him she understood his loss. He asked her about the TV show she negotiated with her agent.
“He has been approached by two producers, one in New York and one from Los Angeles. They each want to make a half-hour show with me as the star. I have no media training, so I am hesitant.”
“But you like the idea?” Sergio asked as he spread the long noodles out on paper towels to dry.
“I do,” she confided softly. “I’m honored and willing to learn how to do it well.”
He stared into her eyes. “You are such a beauty, darling. You will charm them to death.”
She giggled. “I am supposed to thrill them to death with food.”
“I know you will. Look at this feast. You prepare this, naked and tempting, in my kitchen. How would you not charm your television audience?”
“I would attempt to charm them with clothes on.”
He folded his arms, tilted his head and considered her ass cheeks. “Such a shame no one will see those. Although I do like the fact I am the only man to see them.”
She took her dish towel and swatted him on the arm. “You tease me. What if we put you on TV naked?”
“People would laugh.”
She sputtered, “Do not doubt, my duke, that women would cry.”
“You are so certain.” He shook his head ruefully.
“I would be insanely jealous too,” she admitted, bluntly revealing her possessiveness.
He sauntered forward and took the towel from her hands to enfold her in his arms. “I would be honored at that.” And then he kissed her with tongue and teeth and longing nips to her chin and throat.
Something fizzled on the stove.
Reggie broke away. “My sauce!” As she stirred and turned down the heat, she decided to change the subject and asked to see the cellars. “They are the only part of the castle I have not seen. And you said they are locked. Why?”
He got a fiendish look upon his handsome face. “Tomorrow, I will show you the cellars. They are very special.”
“Really?” she asked, stirring her tomato sauce and lifting a spoon to let him taste her concoction of tomatoes, garlic, onions and basil.
“Ah delicious, my love,” he crooned, and licked his lower lip. “The wine cellars hold a selection from our vineyards. Chianti, Sangiovese, Merlot. You can sample if you like.”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “May I sample you as well?”
He grinned at her. “Repeatedly. But you will also like the wine.”
“I know I will.”
“But you will like the other parts of the cellar more.”
“Oh?” She began to stir fresh oregano into her ricotta for the lasagna. “Why?”
“I will show you tomorrow morning. I must return to town to see my lawyer there.”
“No,” she objected, her hands on her hips—and then her heart pounded in anticipation of the Chinese balls again. “What delights do you have for me while you are gone tomorrow?”
“I will not tell. But you will enjoy them, I am certain.”
“Terrible man to make me wait,” she taunted him.
He winked at her. “The better to love you, darling.”
She grinned back at him. If only you could love me body and soul. No, she warned herself and turned away toward the stove and her sauce. She would not think of that, hope for that. That’s folly, Reggie. Folly.
Chapter Six
The next morning at eight, he awakened her from a deep sleep. Dressed already in gray slacks and white dress shirt, he held a breakfast tray in his hands and insisted she join him for cappuccino and croissants on the b
edroom balcony.
“The air is brisk this morning, bella. Wear my robe outside,” he said curtly, and strode toward the double doors.
Tying the sash around her waist, she joined him after a brief visit to the bathroom, a splash of water to her face and quick brush of her teeth and hair.
The sky was dotted with clouds this morning, a few very dark indeed. Down the mountain, many of the workers in the vineyards and olive groves were reporting to the factory for the day. She was grateful for the use of Sergio’s robe to preserve her modesty as well as her health.
Sergio stood at the railing, overlooking his land and his staff. On his face was a decided frown.
She kissed his cheek and brushed his black curls back from his forehead. “You worry over something. What is it?”
He shook his head, the lines in his brow furrowing more before he spoke. “Business and you fill my mind.” He glanced at her and then peered out over the landscape. “Tell me about your husband, Regina.”
His formal use of her name gave her a moment’s pause. His endearments were what she was used to, what she craved. “What would you like to know?”
“Did he ever ask anything of you that you could not give?”
She pulled away from Sergio now, stunned by a question that she never would have anticipated and for which she could not discern the cause. Still, she answered readily. “No. He never asked anything of me except to be his wife. Loyal and honest. He was not a demanding man, and in truth, the one thing he asked of me was to refrain from any erotic love play. And that…” she inhaled and turned to let the Tuscan sun and air fill her mind with warm solace, “that became easier for me with time. He was not a man who needed sexual gratification.”
“Why did you marry him?”
“I loved him. Loved him as a twenty-two-year-old loves. Simply, easily.”
Sergio faced her now, his hands gathering up her long tresses and rolling his thumbs over her cheeks. “You came to me simply and easily. Quickly too.”
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