As he slides his cock back, dragging it over my tongue and lips until he's almost the whole way out, I draw in a breath. I do what I can to help him reach his climax, applying suction as he pulls back. It takes several minutes before his cock finally twitches.
"You'll swallow every drop."
He isn't looking for my assent and with my mouth stuffed full of him I couldn't answer anyway but when he comes, I swallow everything he gives me.
As he pulls his softening cock from my mouth, I sit back on my heels. I look up at him for some affirmation. He doesn't give me any.
Instead, he tucks himself back into his clothes and glances at his cellphone.
"Go to your room, Eliza."
He doesn't even glance at me. Getting to my feet, I storm from the room. I didn't expect a gold star from him but a word of appreciation wouldn't have gone amiss.
He had his fist in my hair thirty seconds ago, telling me how I was made for this. He talked to me as if I was a slut and now he’s dismissing me like one. It’s both humiliating and infuriating.
As I head along the corridor a man walks toward me, coming from the front door. Tall, well dressed and with an alertness I've come to recognize in men who inhabit the underworld, he's vaguely familiar.
Before we pass one another, his eyes drop to my mouth, before coming back up.
"Good afternoon, Signorina Moretti." His voice is smooth, seductive. I'll bet he knows how to compliment a woman whose mouth he's just ravaged, unlike that prick Adriano.
"Afternoon," I mumble in return before hurrying off upstairs.
When I get to my room there's a woman in the closet. Short, plump and about sixty years old, I'm guessing she's ahousekeeper and not another concubine Adriano has stashed away in here.
"Ah, you must be Eliza," she says when she spots me. "I'm Rosa."
"Nice to meet you." I watch as she takes a dress out of its garment bag and hangs it on the rail. "Those got here quickly."
She nods. "People move heaven and earth to keep Signore Adriano happy."
Her eyes actually sparkle when she says his name. I guess if I wanted to find an ally it wouldn't be in this woman.
"Let me help you," I say, unzipping another garment bag.
"No, no, it's my job." She shoos me away and I let her.
As I go to sit on the bed it suddenly occurs to me the man downstairs knew my name. I must have met him at some point but I don't know where. The obvious answer is when I was with Gabriele. I wonder what he's here for. Are they downstairs deciding my fate?
I try not to worry about it because I'm learning that gets you nowhere. Instead, I watch as Rosa bustles around, organizing my closet like a pro. When she's done, she gathers up the bags and heads for the door.
"Can I fetch you anything?" she asks.
"No, thank you."
She smiles. "You'll be dining at seven thirty. Signore Adriano requests that you wear one of your new dresses."
I suspect request is her polite way of telling me he commands it.
"Thanks Rosa."
Irritated as I am I won't take my anger out on Rosa. She only works for the asshole who just used me and tossed me aside without a word of thanks. She closes the door behind her and I hear the lock engage. Nice, so the staff are my jailers too.
I get up and go to the closet. My eye immediately snags on the green silk dress, the one Adriano seems so fond of. Some devil takes hold of me.
Before I can stop myself I take it off the hanger and grab the edges of the neckline. It turns out that ruining a dress is harder than it seems and it takes several attempts before it tears. Eventually through sheer force of will I manage to shred the thing.
"Rip that off me now, asshole," I mutter.
