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“Wine making is an art in itself. No batch of wine is ever the same. You can manipulate and experiment with the flavours and process, just like you can with paint or style. And the finished product will always be unique. Though there is a lot of science to this as well.”
She nodded as she ran her free hand over a large, oak barrel. I couldn’t help but stare at her side profile. How was it that I seemed to find something more beautiful about her every day? She licked her lips as she turned back to me and I had a flashback of those lips wrapped around my cock just hours ago. That had been the best fucking blowjob I had ever had in my life. It was her innocence, yet natural sultriness. She had no idea how fucking sexy she was. And when she gave me her submission, trusting me completely with my cock down her throat and hands behind her back, I had never felt desire like it.
“Can I try some?” she asked, breaking me from my dirty thoughts. I blinked back at her and cleared my throat.
“Sure.”
“Signor Barbieri!” The old and rich voice of Luigi, the manager of the cellars, came booming down the walkway.
“Luigi,” I smiled at him in greeting, holding out my free hand to shake his as I yanked my other arm behind my back to hide the handcuffs. It wasn’t something I was willing to explain to my faithful but traditional employee. I felt Elle’s confused gaze sweep up at me, as her arm was forced behind my back so she had to stand right next to me.
“I wasn’t expecting a visit from you today, Signor. What can I help you with?” the old man asked, looking between Elle and me.
“I was just showing Elenora around the vineyard. She was interested in the process,” I explained.
“Lovely to meet you young lady. And it is so wonderful to see you have an interest in this. I thought Signor Barbieri was a dying breed of your generation,” he greeted her.
“In all honesty, I am better at drinking it than making it,” she laughed, her brown eyes lighting up at the warmth Luigi always gave off. “But I do like to learn new things.”
My dick jolted at that statement as I glanced down at her. Had she said that on purpose? Just to torment me?
“Well then!” he clapped his hands together. “I have a barrel ready to bottle up so you can be the first to taste it.”
She beamed with excitement as we started to follow his lead towards the back of the storage room. I gripped her cuffed hand in mine and kept them behind my back, pulling her into my side. To any outsider we would look like an affectionate couple walking arm-in-arm, but the reality was so much darker. What was surprising was that she let me. She didn’t try to fight against my embrace or shy away, which was a relief. Perhaps, she could sense that there was a professional line between Luigi and I that I wasn’t comfortable crossing. I would rather him think she was my girlfriend than know the truth. My chest tightened a little on that thought, but I buried it quickly.
After Luigi had poured us both a large glass of a sweet white, we sat on tall stools around an empty barrel table and he left us to it. I leaned forward and grabbed the edge of her stool, pulling her closer to me so my thighs were on either side of her. Her eyes narrowed at the proximity.
“It’s easier to be closer,” I explained, lifting our cuffed wrists in the air. Yeah, it was an excuse and she knew it, but she didn’t tease me. Instead, she just raised up an eyebrow and took a sip of her wine. She closed her eyes and sighed in bliss.
“You are supposed to smell it first.”
She looked at me as if I was insane. “Why? It’s wine. You drink it.”
I chuckled, “True. But you will only enjoy the true aroma if you smell it first. It heightens your senses. It will give you the full experience.”
She shrugged her shoulders and inhaled into the glass. “Now can I drink it?”
“Si,” I tried to hide my smirk as she took a large gulp.
“Dio, it is even better than the one last night.”
I smiled as I lifted my own glass to my lips.
“Luigi seems nice and… normal.”
I burst out laughing. “Why would you think he is not? Because he works for me?”
“I guess. I take it he doesn’t know what you really do for a living?”
“I do many things for a living, Elle.” She tilted her head to the side and I smiled. “No, he knows it is best if he doesn’t ask questions. He is here to run my vineyard and that is what he loves to do. His family have been in the wine business for centuries. I love his passion for it. And he is a family man. He has nine children.”
“Wow! Nine?!” her eyes widened. “That is my idea of hell. My little fratello and sorella are enough to put anyone off kids altogether. I love them, but God, they are a handful.”
“I’ve always liked the idea of a big family. How old are they?” I asked. I knew there were two more Buccini children in the family, but they were kept very private and away from the public eye by Giovanni. I knew a little about them from Finn, but I had never been interested enough to ask questions.
“Santino is eight and Soraya is six,” she muttered, placing her glass down as a look of concern and sadness took over her features. She glanced up at me with those big brown eyes. “You won’t ever hurt them, will you?”
My jaw ticked as I held her gaze and saw the genuine fear in her eyes. At that moment, I felt instantly angry and a little betrayed that she would think I was capable of that. But I guess she still didn’t know what I was truly capable of.
