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“Put your hand behind your back, Princess. I’m going to teach you how to take all of me,” he husked and my pussy clenched in happiness. I placed my free hand behind my back and he grabbed my hair with his cuffed one, causing me to grip the back of his knuckles. “You want to stop. Tap my hand.”
I nodded obediently as I licked my lips and took him in my mouth again. I tried to relax my throat and jaw as he glided his length in and out of me with dominant strokes. Suddenly, he thrusted deeper, causing his dick to hit a block and I gagged. He held me there by my hair until my throat relaxed slightly and the gagging subsided.
“That’s it, Princess,” he breathed, pulling back out of me so I could take a breath before he started fucking my mouth again, this time with faster strokes and thrusting slightly deeper each time. “Relax your muscles, beautiful. Take more of me.”
He pushed and I gagged, tears streaming down my face now, but I didn’t dare tap. For some reason, I fucking loved it. I swallowed and eased my throat open a fraction more and he sank deeper until my nose brushed his stomach. “Oh fuck, Elle! Yes, you are such a good fucking girl.”
He pulled out letting me take an overdue breath, before he repeated it again. And again. I swallowed each time, letting him glide that little bit further and held my breath as my nose hit his skin. “Cazzo, I’m going to fucking come, Princess.”
He thrust his hips into me one more time and I felt the warmth slide down the back of my throat as I stared up at his face through damp eyes. His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, his mouth wide on a moan. Then he withdrew his hips until just his tip was left in my mouth and opened his eyes. I held his gaze as he panted hard and stroked my wet cheek with his free hand.
“That was incredible. You are so perfect, Elle.”
I licked his tip and he hissed at the sensitivity, withdrawing completely and I giggled. He pulled up his trousers and flopped down in the chair to do up his belt. A feeling of pride overwhelmed me as I crawled up onto his lap. He looked at me as if I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. I started to tie my blazer back together.
“What the fuck was that for?” he breathed.
“Just felt like it. Women can have sexual urges too, you know.”
He reached up, playing with my hair in his fingers as he studied my face.
“You are something else, Princess. Did you enjoy that?”
I bit my lip feeling a little shy under his intense gaze, “I did. I didn’t think I would, but I liked it.”
A slow smile adorned his face, giving him that devilishly handsome expression he wears so well. “I knew your darkness would match mine. I’ll never make you do anything you are not comfortable with though, Elle.”
“You say that like there will be a next time,” I teased, knowing full well I was too far gone in this now. I’d had a taste and I wanted more. All of what he had to offer and all of what he could teach me. In his eyes, I saw every dark fantasy I had ever imagined I would want and some that I knew he would awaken.
“Come with me,” he suddenly said, lifting me off his lap and taking my hand in his, the handcuff keeping us linked together still.
“Where are we going? Don’t you have work to do?”
“It can wait. We deserve a drink.”
“It’s only 11am!”
“Life is all about balance, Elle. A little work, a little pleasure and a little wine.”
Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Who Is He?
After giving Elle a proper tour of the vineyard and showing her the process of how my workers made the wine, she wanted to have a go herself. We spent an hour hand-picking grape in the Sicilian heat and then, I made her clean her feet and stand in a barrel to crush the grapes into juice. I couldn’t help but laugh as she squealed and giggled at the sloshy feeling between her toes.
“This feels so wrong!” she screamed as I held her hand for balance. She stamped away at the red grapes. “And this is how you actually crush them? With your feet? That is disgusting!”
“No,” I chuckled. “This is the traditional way. We have destemmer and crusher machines to do it for us now.”
“Then why am I doing this?” she roared, laughter in her eyes.
“Because it’s funny watching you,” I admitted and she hit my shoulder playfully. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and lifted her out of the barrel, so I could clean the grape juice off her feet. When I sucked her toes clean, she squealed at the sensation and I smirked.
We walked down to the cellars where we stored all the fermentation vats and oak barrels for the racking process. She listened intently as I explained how long we stored the wine for ageing and how we gave each barrel a unique flavour. She asked questions and nodded in understanding while I smiled, loving that she was so interested in all of this. This was more of a hobby of mine. I started it because I loved the process of nurturing and creating something from scratch to seeing and eventually tasting the finished product.
“I guess this isn’t so different from your painting,” I explained. She turned to look at me through the dim lighting of the lamps on the wall.
“How so?”
