“You could have summoned me with the crook of your little finger.”
“A boy doesn’t make such demands,” he answers demurely.
“Are you so shy?” I set my glass on the wide ledge of the fountain so that I may wrap my arms around him.
“I told you that I like to be pursued.”
“Maybe I wanted to give you the opportunity to miss me,” I say, kissing his temple and his cheek.
“I miss you being inside me.”
"Ah, but am I not still inside you?" I run my hand up his smooth thigh and along his crack, feeling the dampness there. I tug on the thin scrap of material wedged between his ass cheeks. “You were still open and dripping when I dressed you for this evening. And here, you are still soaked with my cum.”
He licks his lips to further entice me. “I have an addiction, Sir. And it always takes me a while to tighten up after I’ve taken your cock. Sometimes, I like to touch myself after when my hole is still tender and raw.”
“You are tempting me to do bad things to you, Giovanni.”
“Yes, I know.”
He maneuvers himself out of my arms and splashes me with water from the fountain. I make a grab for him, and he dances away, so light on his feet. It soon becomes a game, with Giovanni edging his way around the circular structure, then moving in the opposite direction so that I must chase him back and forth.
“You’re going to be very sorry when I catch you,” I threaten with a grin.
“Oh yeah? What will you do to me,Sir?” he taunts.
I know what Iwantto do. “Keep tormenting me, and you’ll soon find out.”
He does, laughing and splashing, vexing and exciting me, a real-life nymph. Finally, I kick off my shoes and deposit my wallet and phone on the edge of the fountain, then climb into the water to cross over. He giggles and shouts, protesting playfully as I drag him into the fountain with me. Wiggling in my firm grip, he kicks up a fuss until we’re both soaked.
“Now we’re both wet,” he says, breathless and panting where I’ve pinned him between myself and the base of the sculpture. The muses’ bare feet are displayed at eye-level.
“Was that your goal all along?” I ask.
“No, but it serves you right.”
“Reach into my pocket and tell me what you find, princess.”
He digs in deep and brings out small vial. “Olive oil-based lube? Shocking,” he says sarcastically. I let go of his arms to grab both his bare thighs and yank them upward so that his long legs straddle my waist.
“It’s one of our best sellers,” I say.
“Probably because you’re the one buying it all.”
I nibble at his ear, then say to him, “Reach between your legs and tell me if you’re still gaping.”
He pushes aside the flimsy thong to probe between his cheeks. “Yes, Sir, still wet and wide open.”
“You going to take my cock again?”
“I want to.”
“I thought you were sore from earlier.”
“That makes it better.”
“What about all these people watching?”
“You can have me whenever you want, however you want. That is your right as my Dominant. I will bend over and show them the cum dripping from my hole if that’s your desire.”
