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“Sir, I need to come. I can’t stop.”
“Come forme.”
As though his wish is my command, I feel the tightening in my belly and the feeling I don’t quite know how to explain in my pussy. Then I’m fisting my hands as I moan.
“Fuck… I’m coming… Gabriele, fuck. That’s feels so good.”
He doesn’t relent as I suck in a lungful of air. His fingers keep working me, even more urgently. Thank God it’s so noisy outside the office, or the whole club would hear me getting off. My second orgasms— if I get them —usually aren’t as strong as the first. This one makes me fist Gabriele’s shirt over his shoulders. He pulls back and pulls me down onto his lap, his legs wide enough to stroke and soothe the outside of my pussy. The heel of his hand presses lightly against my clit as I come down from my high.
He's kissing me again, and I don’t enjoy tasting myself. But I do like how gentle he’s being as he takes care of me. He’s definitely a Dom. He grips my hair with his free hand as he kisses along my neck then back up the other side until he reaches just behind my ear.
“My sweetpiccolina.”
“What does that mean, sir?”
“Gabe. And it means little girl.”
My head’s resting on his shoulder, and I sigh. I like it. He’s been calling me that for hours. I remember he called me that last night. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s said it. I didn’t ask before in case I didn’t like it in English. But I do. A lot. That’s something I’m not ready to analyze.
“I’m going to take you to my aunt’s, and you’re going to sleep in the room next to mine. If you need me for anything, I’ll be right next door.”
“And if I wanted to slip into your room and slip your cock into me?”
“Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight. But not tonight. I’m serious about if you need anything, Sinead. But we aren’t doing more than this.”
That’s a reality check I don’t love. His voice a moment ago made me think he was offering something more. Now, it’s back to business. I cling to him when he stands, and I have no idea how he does it from kneeling while I’m on his lap. He wraps an arm underneath my ass as he moves to a couch in the corner. He tucks my head against his shoulder.
“Once we leave this office, we have to go back to attorney-client. But for right now, I’m going to hold mypiccolina. If you get scared or need something and don’t know where to find it, then come to my room.”
“Are you a Dom?”
“I have been in the past. I don’t have an arrangement right now. I know about Cries and Whispers, Sinead. I knew before I found that stuff in your drawer. I’m a member, too.”
“You are?” I think for a moment. “Oh, shit. You wear the long sleeve black shirt with the jeans and the gladiator mask.”
It’s a leather mask that covers the front of his face with cutouts for his eyes. It has metal studs that run down the center from mid-forehead to his chin.
“You don’t kiss.”
He couldn’t since it completely covers his mouth with no opening.
“No, I do not. You recognize me?”
“If you hadn’t told me you were a member, I never would have made the connection.”
Oh, shit. Oh, fucking shit. Oh, holy fucking shit.
“You just tensed,piccolina. You’ve watched me, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
It’s barely more than a whisper. Now that I know who he is, I want him even more. He’s never naked, and that’s part of the appeal. He’s always with the same woman, or at least he has been for a long time. She’s naked, but he’s clothed, and it’s fucking hot to watch.
“Do you mask?”
“Absolutely. I wear a lace Venetian cat mask. It covers my entire face too.”
“Does it have rhinestones around the eyes and lace over the mouth?”
