Eli grips my jaw, harder than before turning my face from side to side. “You’re quite pretty for a servant girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Although you’re filthy. And you smell like cleaning products.”
My flush intensifies. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Eli lets go of my face and reaches for his fly. “That being the case, I won’t fuck you,cameriera.Part your pretty lips.”
My pulse spikes as he pulls down his fly, the sound deafening in the empty ballroom. Eli withdraws his cock, already semi-hard and I stare, transfixed as he strokes it to its full length. “Mr. Morelli…”
“Sir.” He offers his cock to me like it’s a glass of wine. “Open your mouth, I have dinner reservations.”
I let go of my breasts. “Sir, I don’t think your father would—”
Eli wraps his free hand around my neck. “Be grateful my father hasn’t already taken you for himself. And don’t tell me you haven’t thought about being mine. I’ve seen you watching me.”
He gives me a wicked smile and I give into the fantasy. I’m a worker in the Morelli household, secretly in love with the handsome, prince-like son. Watching him climb into his sportscars and play tennis on the grounds, romance beautiful girls who aren’t me. Looking up at him, I feel a kind of delicious heartsickness. The desire to be seen that’s alleviated by the fact that I am seen, that I have been seen by Eli Morelli for the longest time. I part my lips and close my eyes in wordless consent to be used.
“Good,” Eli mutters, and the thick head of his cock slides into my mouth. I lap at it with my tongue, lubricating the way as he lets out a low groan.
“Yes, my little housemaid. I can do whatever I want to you, can’t I?”
I nod, reaching up to wrap a fist around him, but Eli flicks my forehead. “No. No touching with your sudsy little hands. Just suck.”
Humiliation burns through me like fire, and I redouble my efforts drawing him deeper into my mouth, fluttering my tongue around his slit. I taste precum as Eli grips my hair, still in its loose plait, and thrusts into my face. I choke and sputter but the feel of it only makes him go faster.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Servicing my cock?” Eli demands.
“Yergsh,” I manage to say around his pumping shaft.
“Of course, you have. Scurrying around the house in your tight little skirts. You’re mine,camerieraand this is your new job. Polishing my dick.”
I moan my pleasure, feeling wetness swelling from between my legs and soaking my cotton panties.
“You’ll do it day and night,” Eli says, his head bumping the back of my throat and triggering my gag reflex. “Whenever I’m bored, whenever I come home from a date with some stuck-up bitch who wouldn’t fuck me, you’ll be here to suck my cock. My free piece of pussy. My little safe bet.”
Jealousy scorches through me and my flower contracts, slippery excitement coating my folds. I don’t know why Eli taunting me this way is so hot, but it is. In over a year, none of my men have given me the slightest indication they’d cheat, but the fantasy that I’m beneath Eli, that I’m just the mistress he once threatened to make me, is so sexy.
“Concentrate.” Eli pulls my hair harder as he forces his way into my throat. He’s rough but he knows what he’s doing, withdrawing before it causes me any pain, giving me breaks to let me catch my breath.
It might look degrading from the outside, but blowjobs always make me feel powerful. I’m on my knees but with one snap of my teeth, I could snap Eli’s penis in half. How could I not be in charge? As for pretending to be his sex slave, some part of me aches, thinking of Emilia, forced to give Mr. Parker head in his limousine. But I refuse to let those dark wandering memories corrupt this fantasy. I love being this girl for Eli, his legitimate girlfriend, and his sidepiece at once.
Soon Eli is pulsing deeply in my throat and breathing in the way that tells me he’s going to come. I keep my mouth wide, laving him with my tongue, cleaning it with the same thoroughness that I cleaned the fireplace.
“Here comes your reward,cameriera,” Eli rasps. “Swallow my cum. That’s all you’re good for.”
His fists sink into my hair, deliciously tight as my tongue is lashed with hot, salty cum. I swallow obediently, still sucking and worshiping and listening to the man I love moaning in pleasure. Soon he’s oversensitive, withdrawing from my mouth and muttering Italian curse words. I sit back on my heels, feeling proud of myself. “Was that good?” I ask.
Eli runs a thumb over my lip, wiping away a little saliva. “That was perfect, my ruby.Youare perfect.”
I smile up at him, the illusion that we aren’t equal is broken. He is my handsome boyfriend. The man I love and who cares for me. Eli brushes my cheek softly. “What can I do for you? Do you want me to lick your pussy, or will I bend you over the fireplace and fuck your little cunt with my fingers?”
I smile and shake my head.
“Do you want a performance? Would you like me to play Prince Charming to your Cinderella? Take you up to my bedroom and sweep you off your feet?”
It’s a lovely idea, but I shake my head.
