I didn't see the price tags on anything and Clara never told Adriano the total his bill had come to but I've had expensive dresses before. Gabriele bought me a couple so I could go out to charity galas with him. They were from a store on the Via Condotti and they cost a fortune. The place Adriano took me to felt even more exclusive than that.
"Yes, so you should probably thank me."
"Thank you?" I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't ask you to buy me dresses."
"No, but in my generosity I did."
"I see." I purse my lips. "And how exactly do you propose I thank you?"
He swivels his chair slightly and stares at me until I have to look away.
"You want me to…" I wave a hand in the general direction of the erection that's tenting his pants.
"Well, spanking you did get me all hot and bothered. You really should take care of me."
I'd laugh at his insolence but it's clear he's deadly serious. When I don't move, his eyes darken.
"Eliza," he cautions.
My eyes dart to the door as I contemplate running. He'd come after me, of course and would probably catch me before I even made it to the stairs. I hate to think what a man like him would do if his blood was pumping from the thrill of the chase. The thought should put me off the idea of running. It doesn’t. Not entirely.
I decide if I'm going to do this to at least try to set some of the terms. Summoning what I hope is a seductive grin, I walk around to the other side of the desk. I get to my knees between Adriano's spread legs and unbuckle his belt.
There's something sexy about a man who wears a belt. He also has a watch on. I like a man who knows how to accessorize without overdoing it.
He lifts his hips helpfully as I tug at his pants and boxer briefs. We fucked several times last night but seeing his cock in the daylight, I'm amazed it fit inside me.
I take a moment to study it. Long and thick, it has a blue vein running along the underside. The tender flesh at its head is a deep red color.
I wrap my hand around his shaft, getting a sense of its girth. This is going to be a challenge.
"Don't just fondle it," Adriano says. "Put it in your mouth."
Placing my hands on his hips to anchor myself, I raise myself up on my knees and lower my head to capture his cock between my lips. I suck lightly and swirl my tongue around the velvety skin.
He smells of citrus scented soap. That doesn't seem possible since it's at least eight hours since he showered. But I definitely catch a hint of lemon. Or is it lime?
"Get on with it." Any hint of playful indulgence is gone from Adriano's tone now.
Unable to stall any longer, I take several inches of him into my mouth. As predicted, it's a struggle. He fills my mouth completely. I hollow my cheeks as I suck him. I bob my head up and down, establishing a rhythm. It's tentative but he groans and I think he likes it.
Apparently I was wrong. Adriano pushes me off him and gets to his feet. I look up at him, tears threatening to fall.
"Open your mouth," he commands. "Let me show you what I like."
That sounds ominous but I part my lips anyway. Tangling his fist in my hair, he drags me closer. He slides his erection into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water as I gag.
"Get a grip of yourself." His tone is firm but not unkind. "Relax your jaw and focus on breathing."
Allowing the tension to drain from my jaw, I pay close attention to my breathing. A few seconds pass before I have it under control.
"Good girl," Adriano says, awakening a praise kink I didn't know I had.
He grips my hair tightly, painfully so, as he pulls his hips back and then drives forward. My eyes water and I clench my fists as he sets a relentless pace.
He uses my mouth ruthlessly but murmurs words of encouragement that are enough to convince me he remembers there's a person on the receiving end of these brutal thrusts.
"That's it,cara, take my cock in that hot little mouth." He tilts his head back and moans. "Fuck. You were made for this."
