I bark the command and disappointment flickers across her face, but she needs to understand that this is how it is with me. I watch, nothing more.
Her fingertips slide into her panties, and she peels them off. My breath catches at the triangle of pale hair decorating her mound. I wonder what it would feel like on my fingertips.
I push the thought down.
“Spread your legs and show me your pussy.”
There’s no hesitation this time. My girl is learning fast.
Staying on her knees, Greta spreads her thighs, and with her fingers she edges her folds apart. And there she is, her pretty pink pussy swollen and glistening and aching to be touched.
“Make yourself feel good, coniglietto. Do what you need to do.”
She runs a finger through her folds, playing at her entrance. Her palm finds her hard nub of nerves, and she rubs herself as her other hand teases her nipples.
She’s so goddamn sexy I can’t take it much longer. My cock’s jerking in my hand, and I give it controlled tugs as I watch my beautiful woman pleasure herself.
The little moans coming from her lips echo through my empty heart, and as her climax builds, I know there is no way I’m letting her go after this. Greta is mine, and the sooner she accepts that the better.
Her moans turn to cries, and she grips the bars as her orgasm races through her. Her face is tilted back in ecstasy, and it’s that look of pure pleasure that’s my undoing.
I come with a growl, spraying my seed into my palm in thick hot ropes.
I should have sprayed it into her womb.
The thought comes unbidden into my head, and an image of Greta round bellied with my child springs into my mind. The image, so clear in my mind’s eye, brings me up short. Is this the future I want?
“Lorenzo…” Greta pants, and there’s need in her voice. She’s as unsatisfied as I am, and I need to rectify that.
She’s breathing hard, and I can’t bear to look at her lusty eyes or I’m going to climb in that cage and take her. And that would break the spell of what we have going on here.
I talk her through another two orgasms until she’s spent and exhausted.
Then I bring her a warm flannel, and I leave her to sleep. She’s earned it.
As I leave the room, I feel far from satisfied. Greta’s woken something in me that makes me restless. She’s innocent and curious and good. All the things that I’m not.
Tomorrow, I’ll figure out how to make her stay for good, but tonight I have business to attend to.
10
LORENZO
Greta sleeps like a princess with her hair fanned out across the pillow and one arm thrown above her head.
It’s only Mattia’s knock that makes me turn off the screen.
“You wanted to see me?”
Mattia watches my hand moving away from the monitor, and his eyes crinkle in a smile.
“What?” I bark.
He chuckles. “Never thought I’d see the day a woman penetrated your cold heart.”
He’s smiling as he says it, and only he could get away with this kind of familiarity with me.
“She’s my guest, that’s all.”
