Once: A Collection of Sinfully Sexy and Twisted Tales

by Anthology

  “Hush. You lost the privilege to talk when you stormed off. You’ve said plenty. I said what I said because no one’s fettuccine will ever be as good as my mama’s. However, yours was spectacular. You would have known that if you had stuck around and not thundered off like a petulant child. Do you know what I do to women who act like petulant children?”

  “N-n-nooo,” I stuttered out.

  “Turn around and grab the metal shelving, and I’ll show you.”

  Without even questioning, I turned. There was a tone in his voice, which was suggestive as hell, that immediately made me want to do anything he asked or said. Right in that moment, I didn’t give a flying fuck if he hated my cooking, I needed this man.

  “Don’t move. If you move, you’ll only make it worse, mia bella.”

  I was soaking wet with just his voice alone. He came up behind me, hovering over my ear, just breathing in my scent. Not saying a word, but running his fingertips down my arms, he trailed off when he gripped the folds of my dress and began raising it. He hiked my dress up, showing him my bare ass. I wore the garter and fishnet thigh highs, but I never said I had panties on.

  I felt the need to shield my body. “Don’t move, mia bella.” His voice suddenly melted down my body and puddled at my feet. With that, he slapped my ass. The sting sent a wave of excitement racing through my body. Fettuccini what?

  The second swat was a little harder this time, but still turned me on like crazy. He rubbed my tender cheek to comfort the sting. Like the cherry on top of a sundae, he knelt down behind me. Terrified yet excited for more, I could feel his hot breath circling my cheeks. His soft lips kissed my tender skin as his tongue licked up the pink flesh. Just as his tongue left my skin, he took a bite of my ass, making me jump.

  “Easy, mia bella. I love this ass. This ass is perfezione.”

  I took in a deep breath as he stood back on his two feet. He closed the gap between the two of us, placing his hands on top of my own.

  “You see, mia sesso. I don’t tolerate petulance, and when you tick me off, you will be punished. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good,” he said as he removed one hand from the shelving and leaned into my ear. Slowly, he ran his hand up my inner thigh and cupped my soaking sex.

  “I think you liked being told what to do, mia sesso. Do you want to play my pet?”

  His fingers slid through my folds as I gripped the shelving harder to suppress my need to pounce on him. “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “There you go, mia sesso. I’m going to walk out of here and retrieve my belongings, and I expect to see you out front in fifteen minutes. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You are learning quickly, mia sesso.”

  “May I ask a question, sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “What does mia sesso mean?”

  “It means…my sex,” he said as he gave my clit a tiny flick before he pulled away.

  Chapter 6

  I was so completely fucked. Not but two seconds ago I was furious at this asshole, yet now, I wanted to fuck him senseless. Still gripping the shelving, mainly to keep my balance in case my legs should give out, I watched him leave the pantry. He was unreal. This was not at all how I thought this night was going to go. Well, in a way I had hoped, but nothing like this.

  I shimmied my dress down and brushed my short brown strands away from my face. My cheeks were flushed from the contact, but I knew I didn’t have much time to make my exit. I needed to somehow make my exit without it being a big deal. People saw the altercation with Paolo and me at the table. Perhaps they would just assume I left for the night. Oh, who the fuck cares? I needed this man to be inside of me now.

  I made a mad dash from the kitchen to my table to grab my purse when I was met face to face with Monica. SHIT! No, no, no!

  “Where are you off to so quickly?” she said, giving me a sly grin.

  “Oh geez, Mon. I’m not feeling so great. It’s been a long day and I think I drank a little too much champagne.”

  “You lying bitch,” she said with a grin. “I already saw Paolo leave and Giovanni said he was staying at the Plaza tonight, not at the apartment. I’m not complaining. Go get you some, lady. I think it’s been too long since you last got laid!”

  “Thanks, Mon. I love you. Have a great honeymoon. Call me when you get back,” I yelled as I dashed across the dance floor and flew out the doors, into the night.

  As soon as I cleared the doorway and made it out to my car, Paolo was waiting with a look on his face that had me quaking in my heels.

  “You know you’re five minutes late, right?”

  “I’m sorry. Monica stopped me on the way out—”

  “I don’t want to hear excuses, mia sesso. I will punish you later.”

  “Would you like to take my car or a cab somewhere?” I pleaded for forgiveness.

  “Let us take a cab to my hotel, The Plaza,” he said in a calm voice.

  The Plaza really wasn’t that far from the Tavern, but my gut was telling me not to talk back. Pao might have a method to his madness. He hailed a cab like it was something he did every day. He was so beautiful, and the fact he had this wicked side made him all the more desirable. Something told me I was in for an interesting night.

  We climbed into the first cab we saw.

  “Where to?”

  Before I had a chance to reply, Paolo spoke for the both of us.

  “Just drive around. I’ll let you know when I want to end up at The Plaza.”

  “Ok,” he said with the oddest expression on his face. I looked at Paolo and even questioned myself what his motives were.

  He leaned into the crook of my neck and whispered, “Stay very still, my pet. Seeing your pristine ass in the pantry made me want to take you right there and then, but not before we have a little fun first. I want to make you cum before I take you. Plus, I want to see how badly you want this.”

  Instead of responding to his request, I sucked in my bottom lip in agreement. Yep, I was totally fucked.

  Chapter 7

  Paolo continued to whisper into my hear so only I could hear. “I want you to spread your legs, mia sesso. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  My chest heaved up and down as I tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. I stared straight ahead and awkwardly smiled at the driver who gave me a smirk in return. Paolo began rubbing my bare, wet sex, gingerly slipping in one then two fingers. Fuck, he felt so good. I know it had been a while, but damn, this felt like heaven. I should feel ashamed that I let a total stranger finger fuck me in the back of a New York City cab, but at that very moment, I couldn’t give a damn. I arched my back, pushing my sex into his hand, struggling to get more friction.

  “That’s it, my pet. Show me how much you want this.”

  I began to discretely grind into his hand as he pushed his delicate fingers deeper inside of me. He began teasing my clit with his thumb, trying to get a rise from me. He knew I wanted it, but he was looking to see how far I was willing to go to get the release I needed. I placed my palms on the seat and pushed my body off and up to allow my hips to circulate on his fingers. At that moment, I didn’t care who saw me getting off. I needed it, and I needed it now.

  “Don’t look now, bella, but we have an audience,” he said as we pulled up to another cab with an absolutely striking gentleman staring straight at me. With raised eyebrows, he licked his lips and looked as if he wanted to join. I had no idea I was having this kind of effect on not only Paolo, but also this mystery man.

  “Show him how much you want me, bella. You are mine tonight, not his.”

  I pushed harder and harder until I hit my apex of pleasure. Before I lowered my ass back onto the seat, Paolo removed his fingers and licked them seductively at our mystery man. My chest was rising and falling like a jackhammer while it thrashed away i
n my chest. I looked over at our mystery man and he seemed intrigued by our display.

  Paolo took his damp fingers and traced my cheek as he stared at the gentleman. Like the possessive man I knew he was, he shook his head and wiggled his finger back and forth to let the mystery man know he would never have this. Never have me. Not tonight. Paolo took my lips hostage as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. His lips were aggressive and greedy, the way he sucked in my lip and nipped at it. His tongue was soft and smooth, the way he flicked it, playing with my own. He removed his lips and hands, leaving me bereaved from the disconnect.

  “Please take us to the Plaza now.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’ve pleased me very much tonight, mia sesso. Now this sex really is mine,” he said, rubbing it from the outside of my dress.

  We climbed from the cab as Paolo tossed a fifty at the driver. Being from New York, I knew that was a lot for a couple blocks, but if the driver had seen or heard anything, I think the extra bucks were worth it. I turned to head in the door, but not before catching a slight wink from Paolo.

  Chapter 8

  Paolo took my hand into his and guided me toward the bank of elevator doors.

  “You do realize these rooms are almost a grand a night?”

  “Try twenty-four hundred a night.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “I’m afraid not. I only wanted the best with lots of room.”

  “Is that so?”

  “You do realize you aren’t here by coincidence, right?

  “I’m starting to get that feeling.”

  “Giovanni and Monica told me about you a long time ago. I’m glad I get to put a face to a name. You’ve already far exceeded my expectations.”

  “Well thank you…sir. For not hearing about you ‘till today, I’m pretty impressed myself.”

  “The night is young, mia bella.”

  The elevator doors dinged open as it released us from the box filled with sexual tension.

  “We’re here,” he said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall to a giant door.

  We walked into the room—correction, this room was rather a suite. It was decorated with the finest of materials and shades from all over the world. From the gilded statues on the mantle of the fireplace to the renaissance paintings on the walls, this place was spectacular. Note to self: Never forget this moment, because you will never be in the room ever again, Tessa.

  I peaked into the bathroom where there was a giant white tube with gilded claws. It was every little girl’s dream bathroom.

  “Come, you need to see this view,” Paolo said, taking my hand and leading me toward one of the many balconies. As we entered the master bedroom, I couldn’t help but notice the giant king-size bed. The headboard alone was massive and larger then myself. Everything was beautiful. The curtains were even held back by silken twined ropes with tassels. As we opened the balcony doors, I took in a giant breath at the glory and beauty of Central Park. This night couldn’t possible get any better. Could it?

  Paolo stood behind me as I grabbed the metal railing and looked over the ledge. For a while, he kept his distance from me and allowed me the pleasure of taking in the scenery.

  “This can’t possibly be as beautiful as Italy,” I said jokingly.

  “It is picturesque, but Italy is one of a kind.”

  “So what do you do for fun when you’re home?”

  “Come, I’ll show you.”

  If it was anything like the cab ride home, I was in deep shit.

  Chapter 9

  “What is that in your hand?” I questioned.

  “Mia bella, have you ever been completely submissive to a man?”

  “I might be young, but I’m not naive. I do read sex novels.”

  “I will not force you to do anything you do not want to do, but it would please me very much if you would.” He circled my body as he trailed the silken twine from the curtains across my bare shoulders. He stopped for a moment to trail kisses across my back and off my shoulder. The tingling sensation from the tassels had my nipples peaked, ready to be consumed by Paolo’s mouth.

  “Would you like me to continue to call you sir?”

  “Yes. We’re only doing this if you consent to it. If you are not into it, you may leave. I do not do sweet and soft, and I am not here to play games. I want you; I think that is evident.”

  This is your chance to have mind-blowing sex, Tessa. It’s only for one night, and he flies back to Italy tomorrow. Yes? No? Hell yes!

  I began circling Paolo while dragging my fingertips across his tux jacket.

  “I think I can agree to those terms. Do you want this, Paolo? You want to control this body tonight?” I said, trailing my finger from my lip down the crest of my breasts and resting nicely over my sex.

  “Yes, ma’am. I do. I want you to go stand next to the bed, undress everything except your garter, stockings, and heels. Can you do that for me, mia sesso?”

  “If it pleases you, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Walking over to the bed, I unzipped my dress and let it cascade down my back, onto the floor. I reached around my back and let my strapless bra hit the floor.

  Paolo walked over to my back, and I could tell he was disrobing when I heard him kick his shoes off and the zipper on his slacks descend. The next thing I noticed was the sensation of the tassels across my barren skin.

  “You have a spectacular ass, mia sesso.”

  “Thank you, sir…”

  Before I had a chance to finish, I was smacked with the rope on my ass. Holy hell, that felt amazing. I could feel the wetness building again as I awaited his next move.

  “I was not asking for a response.” I couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure.

  He snapped the rope once again. I went to console my tender ass.

  “I think it’s time to put this rope to good use, especially since you can’t seem to keep still. Place your hands behind your back, bella.”

  A little shocked but more turned on than I’d expected, I willingly pulled my arms behind my back. He was gentle with his tying and left enough room in case I was uncomfortable.

  “I told you if you were late to meet me you would be punished. Do you remember that?

  I didn’t respond for fear of what he would do next, yet a part of me wanted to say anything just to feel the incredible sensation of his hands on me.

  “Turn around, bella.”

  Turning around, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see, but it was not this. He was a man that was incredibly sexy in his clothes, but holy shit, he was insanely gorgeous naked. His defined chest was decorated with a smatter of hair on his torso and six-pack. As I let my eyes fall down his body, I was completely taken aback by his massive erection. I had never been with someone so well endowed before. I guess there’s a first time for a lot of things, especially tonight.

  He closed the gap between us and placed his soft, open palm on my cheek. I wanted desperately to touch him—to touch his body. Paolo leaned in and barely hovered over my wanton lips. His lips were inches away from my lips, cheeks, and neck, but he never let them make contact. His torturous breathing across my skin had me pulling on my restraints. If this was the beginning of my punishment, I was terrified to see what I was in store for.

  “It kills you to not touch me, doesn’t it, mia sesso? You desire my lips, my touch, my connection.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You will have to wait for that. First, your real punishment, and then your pleasure.”

  I watched him as he made his way over to the bed. I stood very still, trying not to wake the beast I knew was inside of him. I heard the bed dip as Paolo took hold of my restraints and pulled me back toward him. He directed me toward his right thigh and guided me to bend over onto his lap. Still holding my ropes with his hand, he took the other and began rubbing circles on my backside as if he was warming it up to be attacked. With one hard tug, Paolo ripped apart my thigh h
ighs and garter, only leaving me in my heels. I’m not going to lie—it was pretty dang hot.

  My body begged in anticipation as he reared back his palm and smacked my ass. It wasn’t very hard, but just enough to take pleasure from his touch and command.

  “This is for every minute you made me wait, mia bella. You made me wait almost five minutes, sweetheart.”

  Rearing back again, he laid four more smacks, rendering me completely wet and ready for him. He was generous and never smacked me in the same spot, but it didn’t matter, because the effects were still the same—sizzling!

  Chapter 10

  “You did so well, but did you enjoy it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Paolo caressed my butt cheek, showing his appreciation for my submission. He allowed his fingers to slide down the back of my legs and creep toward the inside of my thighs. He deliberately teased me with his fingers as they approached my eager sex.

  “My god, Bella. You are so wet for me.”

  He slid in two fingers between my slick mounds and began working them in and out.

  “I want to hear your pleasure, darling.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said as I moaned out my ecstasy. Sweet mother, this felt so good. I wanted this man inside of me. Now.

  “Yes, Paolo. That feels so good,” I continued to moan as I wiggled in his lap, begging for a release. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled back and left my clit pleading to be touched.

  “Tisk, tisk, mia bella sesso. I think you’ve been properly punished for one night.”

  He lifted me off his lap and stood me on my two feet. Withholding my release was the worst form of punishment I could ever imagine. Paolo spun me around and unbound my wrists from the twine. As I looked down, I noticed a slight indentation in my wrists. Delicately, he took my wrists in his hands and began kissing the indentations while rubbing them to bring feeling back into them. My god, that feels so good. As he moved up my harms, he massaged my shoulders and kissed from one to the other. The relief and comfort he brought settled a nerve within my stomach.

  He took my face into his hands and brought his lips to mine. His lips were delicate and light, but began to grow hungry, wanting more.