…shallow words.
I clasp my hands over my ears to block out the foul voices that threaten to pull me under. I focus on the moment I entered Greta with our eyes locked and out bodies meshed together. I think about Greta’s light and laughter and curiosity. The goodness she’s brought to my home.
Could she really be capable of such duplicity?
My heart’s in turmoil. Being vulnerable to somebody is new to me, and my heart finds it hard to accept anything but the worst.
The door handle turns, and Greta appears in the doorway. I forget to breathe, knowing my fate rests on the next moment. If she takes me toward the light with her or leaves me to sink back into darkness.
A single heartbeat seems to last an age as her gaze finds mine. It flickers up my exposed chest with a frown and rests on my eyes.
Then she beams, a radiant smile that banishes the dark thoughts in my head forever.
She’s mine.
The smile tells me everything I need to know.
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
From the corridor, she wheels in a silver trolley with a tray of food.
“I had Pietro make us breakfast.”
My gaze follows her across the room. She’s wearing one of the casual outfits I laid out, and the jeans hug her curvy figure. When I don’t say anything, she turns and frowns at me.
“I’d love to come out and join you for breakfast. But I’m locked in.”
Greta bites her lower lip. She walks slowly toward the cage and pulls the key out of her pocket. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I thought you might like to experience what it’s like to be the one in the cage.”
The dirty look she gives me has me as hard as the metal that surrounds me, and I wonder how I could have doubted her.
“And if I want to come out?”
She holds the key up just out of my reach. “Then I’ll unlock the cage.”
But she doesn’t make a move to do so. Instead, she runs her other hand down her top and over her breasts.
My gaze follows her fingertips as it slides between the valley of her cleavage. I shuffle forward and grab the bars, a growl emanating from my chest.
“What if I want to touch you, coniglietto?”
She giggles. She’s got all the control, and she loves it. It’s a new feeling for me not to be in control, and I’m not sure if I like it. Although the way my dick’s sticking straight out tells a different story.
“Come a little closer, coniglietto. I want to touch you.”
She shakes her head playfully. “We’re playing by my rules today, Lorenzo. I’ll touch you.” She smiles mischievously. “But only with my mouth.”
As she says it, her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips. The thought of that mouth wrapped around my cock is too much, and I let out another groan and press myself towards the bars.
The sheet falls from around my waist, revealing my hard cock.
Greta’s eyes widen and a flicker of uncertainty flashes across her face.
“I didn’t realize how big it was.”
The way she flickers between confident seductress and innocent, inexperienced girl has my balls aching.
