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“She knows, don’t worry. Got to say, I think she could make a career out of this. Calling up designers, getting quotations and photos for her articles, the whole shebang.”
“Well, Bex’s a good influence, I guess. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“We’ll be here.”
I hang up the phone and walk up to the front door. There’s a sign hanging across the entrance. Chiuco per lavori di ristrutturazione. The same again underneath in English. Closed for refurbishment.
I reach into my pocket for the keys they gave me when I first handed over the cash for the refurb. Gives me full access to the place while it’s closed.
I’ve given all the staff the day off. I want to be alone with Bex, and what I want, I get.
I unlock the door, locking it behind me, leaving the snow to fall quietly on the steps outside.
I can’t hear her when I listen. She must be further in. I go hunting.
I find her standing in front of the Bernini. “I remember this one,” she says as she hears me coming into the room behind her. “A copy, you told me?”
“Good copy,” I reply, putting my arms around her and kissing the back of her neck. “Excellent, really. The sculptor had some talent, according to my father.”
“Almost as if this one is the real thing. I still can’t get over how well it’s carved.”
“Snowing outside.”
“So Proserpina must be with Pluto in the underworld right now.”
“As you are with me.”
“Does this count as the underworld?”
“It does if I say it does. Did you do as I asked?”
“Of course. Isn’t it some kind of sin in a place like this?”
“We’re not in the Vatican art museum. It would be a sin in there.”
“Aren’t we there tomorrow morning?”
“What’s your point?”
She turns around to face me. “I’ve got to say, if you were to pick me up and carry me down into your underworld, I don’t think I’d resist.”
“Pity, I was kind of hoping you would. It might make it more interesting. Assume the position.”
“Now? Don’t you want to look at the artwork first? They’re beautiful.”
“None of them compare to the beauty I’m about to see. Into position, now.”
She turns from me, getting down on all fours, her knees apart, her head touching the tiles, her ass pushed back toward me.
I slip a blindfold over her face. Then I lift her skirt up and settle it on her hips, staring at the jeweled plug sticking out of her ass. “Good girl,” I say, reaching into my zipper and pulling out my cock. “So obedient. I knew I could mold you into a Submissive, eventually.”
“You make it worthwhile.” She wriggles her hips. “You like?”
“I’ll like it a lot more when I’m inside you.”
“Promises, promises.”
I kneel behind her, reaching into my jacket and bringing out her favorite vibrator. Long, slender, silent, made of steel with a rounded tip. I switch it on and press it to her inner thighs, moving across her clit and then up to the plug, touching it briefly, sending the vibrations deep into her ass. “Shit, that’s so good,” she says. “May I?”
