Page 20 of Nobody's Girl

“Good, then I can be with you.”

“No,” Adria’s voice rose sharply. “No, dear, please. You have the opening and Sofia and Clemence to worry about. I am fine.”

“God, Mama.”

“I’m okay, Piccolo, I swear. I wish I hadn’t told you now.”

That had bugged him. Why wouldn’t his mother let him care for her? Yes, she was right he had the baby, and Sofia and his work, but did she really think he couldn’t handle her too?

He thanked Roger and left him at the café, walking back along the river to the gallery. The renovations were complete now and the façade of the gallery, shining white stonework, looked incredible.

Ivo walked in and listened to the silence. No more hammering and drilling. Just peace. He walked silently to the studio at the rear where he saw Sofia working on the painting of him. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her work. The tender way she stroked the paint on, the fine detailing. She stood close to the canvas, concentrating wholly on it. The effect was sensual and erotic, the way she looked at Ivo via the painting making him realize the intensity of Sofia’s feelings for him. She stood back to check her work and he padded silently into the room. He slid his arms around her waist, feeling her start slightly, then lean back into him. Neither of the spoke, just looked at the painting for a long moment.

Ivo gently took the paintbrush from her hand, and Sofia turned in his arms, gazing up at him. Ivo bent his head to kiss her, his hands sliding under her shirt. He stripped her slowly and lifted her onto the long wooden table, laying her back so he could admire her body. He took up the paintbrush again, and dipped it into a pot of dark burgundy paint. Sofia smiled as he drew the brush from her throat to her sex, the line dipping with the curves of her body. He painted a circle around her navel and Sofia wriggled with pleasure. He used every color he could reach and painted her body, the mounds of her breasts, the soft flesh of her thighs. He stripped off his suit, his erection long and thick against his belly as he continued his work. He painted her nipples a dark ruby red, highlighted her collarbone with gold. Ivo finally dropped to his knees, pressing her legs apart and took her already hardened and excited clit into his mouth. Sofia moaned at the touch of his tongue lashing around the sensitive bud, her fingers, slick with paint, tangling in his dark curls. He brought her to the brink then stood, thrusting his huge cock into her. Sofia cried out as her legs tightened around him, his hands locked with hers. The paint made their bodies slide easily together, her breasts pressed against his chest as he slammed his cock into her. Sofia clung to him, raking her fingernails down the hard muscles of his back, her mouth hungry against his lips. So ferocious was their fucking, they tumbled off the table onto the floor and Ivo pushed her knees up to her chest so he could thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

As she came, Sofia could barely breathe, so delirious was she from what he was doing to her, and after she felt him come, pumping thick creamy semen deep inside her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “That was incredible, Ivo Zacca.”

He smiled down at her. “You have no idea what you mean to me, il mia amore.”

Sofia grinned as he pulled her closer and started to nibble her neck. “That sexy Italian talk…”

He murmured more words she couldn’t understand, but she could guess as he kissed down her body. She laughed when he looked up at her. “Your face is covered in paint – you look like a Wildman.”

Ivo laughed. “Bella, you should see what you look like right now…possible the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Sofia chuckled. “Sweet talker. Come back up here and kiss me.”

He did as she asked, then smoothed her black hair away from her face. “This weekend,” he said, “I want to take you away. Before you moan you have to work, most of the weekend will be work. We’re going to Venice. I have a friend, another art dealer who I want you to meet, Maceo Bartoli. I sent him some images of your work and he wants to talk to you about a showing there.”

Sofia felt the panic rising inside of her. “Ivo…I’m nowhere near ready for that.”

Ivo smiled. “You just think you’re not. Another friend, Elli Navarro want to do as mall profile – now, don’t looked so scared – it’ll be a small Q&A thing, is all.”

Sofia chewed all this over. “Ivo…if I do that, they will find me.”

Ivo frowned. “You can’t hide forever, my darling, and besides, wasn’t it they who wanted you away from them? Sorry, that sounded harsh, what I mean to say it, fuck them. This is your destiny, Sofia. It had nothing to do with them.” He studied her face. “Bella, there’s not anything that you haven’t told me, is there? Any threats to harm you? Did your step-father ever…”

He couldn’t get the words out and Sofia placed her hands on his face. “No, and no. No threats, no abuse. It’s just me, not wanting them to spoil any of this.”

“I swear,” Ivo said with feeling. “I swear I won’t let them spoil anything.”

Chapter Eight

Tamara sighed happily as Penn Black stood and zipped his pants. “That was incredible.” It was the third time they had met, always at the club, always on his terms, but Tamara didn’t care. She wanted to be his sub, wanted to be told how to dress for him, how to position her body for his pleasure. The truth was there was nothing Penn Black could do to her that she wouldn’t enjoy. He was a masterful, almost violent lover, pinning her back against the wall, sometimes painfully across a hard-wooden bench. Even spread eagled on the St. Andrew’s Cross, the cat ‘o’ nine tails being forcibly struck against her skin, Tamara was in heaven.

Today, he had just wanted to fuck, though. He had taken her hand in the bar, and pulled her towards his usual room, room four, where the management had laid out exactly what he requested. Tamara had guessed that he was a high-roller, a billionaire probably, and that he either owned part of this club, or had some blackmail material on the owners themselves. She wagered it was the former, as the staff were all politely and friendly to him, despite his reserved nature.

Tamara sat up now, tugging on his hand. “Would Master like me to suck his cock?”

Black shook his head. “No, not today. I expect you to be here on Friday, however, midnight. I’m bringing a friend. We will enjoy fucking you at the same time.”