A Dance for Him (41 page)

As my words disintegrate into moans, he smiles and says: “And what do you think of cum, Evie?”

His cock is so close to my face, I wonder if he’s going to come on it, or in my mouth. Either way, I want it, so, so much.

If I’m not getting to suck his cock at this point at least I’d like to taste him …

“I want your cum, Maestro. I especially want to taste it, but I’ll do anything that gives you pleasure. Come wherever you want, in me or on me. I want to be your little slut, always available for you to use when you need to come …”

His gaze is now burning into me with an intensity I’ve never experienced.

“Enough, Evie, now make yourself come,” he orders.

It doesn’t take much, just the pressure of my thumb on my clit as my fingers drive in and out of my sopping wet channel.

As I cry out from my orgasm, I feel his hot sperm splashing across my face, on my cheeks, on my mouth, and suddenly understand why he wanted to time my climax just so.

I open my mouth instinctively to take in more and am rewarded by another spurt of cum before he takes aim at my tits.

I smile at him, letting my mouth stay open for a moment so he can see his seed in it, before swallowing every drop. It’s slightly stronger-tasting than his pre-cum, but delicious in its own way, and I find myself thinking I could definitely get used to more of this.

He smiles back at me, then wipes his still semi-hard cock on my cheeks. Perhaps this should feel degrading, but instead it feels incredibly erotic, especially when he strokes my hair afterwards and looks at me intently, as though he wanted to sear the sight of my cum-covered face into his memory. His cock also twitches visibly, and for a moment I think maybe he’s going to make me clean his cock up with my mouth and then try for round two, maybe this time with more penetration …

… And then, unfortunately, there’s a knock on the door.

He starts slightly. “Is that you, Aurelia? What’s the matter?”

Aurelia’s voice floats in from outside.

“I wanted you to know that the movers are here. I haven’t been able to find Signorina Courtenay.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Damn, the movers had to arrive early for once. Still, I suppose I should be glad they didn’t arrive before we both got off …

“It’s fine, Aurelia, Evie is here with me. We’ll see you downstairs,” I say aloud, zipping up.

When I turn to look at Evie, she’s retrieving her dress from the floor and slipping it on.

“You’ve still got cum on your face,” I say gently.

She blushes terribly but holds my gaze before running a finger along her face, scooping up the rest of my sperm, and then cleans her finger off with her mouth. It’s a gesture both sweet and obscene at the same time, and I can’t help but stare at her, entranced.

I’m probably grinning like a perfect idiot.

It’s strange, I’d started out wanting to punish her for driving me to distraction over the last two days, wanting to tease her in return by denying her my cock while I made her tell me all about how much she wanted it.

I wanted to defile her without giving her what she wanted, wanted to make clear to her that I was in charge.

And yet with that one tender, submissive gesture I’m lost all over again …

I walk over to her and kiss her. I have no idea how this is all going to work out, but I suppose we’ll just deal with the movers first and then see what happens …

When we go downstairs, her two suitcases have already been unloaded, and the movers are in the process of getting the piano into the foyer through the large metal gate that opens onto the Grand Canal. Aurelia’s already there, of course, and it’s clear from the slightly amused expression on her face as she sees us that she’s figured out exactly what young Signorina Courtenay was doing in my study, viz.
not
playing the piano!

Of course, it’s true that Evie is hanging on to my arm and that we can barely tear our eyes off each other for any appreciable length of time …

When they finally set the piano down in the foyer, they ask me where it’s to be moved.

“What do you think, Evie,” I say to her instead, “where do you think. In one of the rooms on this floor? Or would you prefer upstairs?”

“Oh, this floor will be just fine,” she says hastily. “That way I won’t disturb you. I hope I won’t make it too noisy for you, Aurelia? I think you have your office downstairs as well?”

She’s ever so polite, so worried about being in the way …

Aurelia smiles. “No, that will be fine, Ms. Courtenay. It’ll be a pleasure to hear you play.”

“Third room to the left,” I say to the three men.

With some annoyance I notice that they’re checking Evie out.

As well they might - she’s looking radiant, and then of course she’s in her flimsy little dress with no underwear on …

Not to mention that - as I suddenly realise - a splash of cum is still visible in her cleavage, which would probably also explain Aurelia’s knowing amusement.

The men are actually leering at her now - fortunately she seems quite unaware of it.

I glower at them, slipping a protective arm around her waist, and their collective gaze quickly shifts to more neutral ground.

She
looks at me, surprised and happy, and I kiss her, in full view of Aurelia and the movers, as though to make sure everyone knows she’s mine - I certainly don’t want anyone thinking that she’s just some sort of temporary fling of mine.

She said she wanted to be
my
slut, which is all very well, but I certainly don’t want anyone else getting ideas about her! …

“Aurelia, if you could have them take the suitcases to Ms. Courtenay’s room after they’re done with the piano, that would be great,” I say aloud. “When they leave, feel free to lock up and leave for the day. We’ll be quite … occupied, I think. Come on, Evie, let’s go.”

She blushes and looks at me wonderingly, but she follows me as I steer her upstairs.

This time, instead of turning right, in the direction of my study, I turn left, in the direction of our rooms.

The door of my bedroom is scarcely shut before I gather her in my arms and kiss her. She responds ardently, pressing herself against me, one hand running through my hair, the other caressing my back.

She’s so delicate and yet so passionate it’s intoxicating. Also, she still smells of me, which pleases me no end. Maybe it was that thing with the movers checking her out, but I’m suddenly filled with a mad desire to leave my mark on her, to have everybody know she’s mine …

It isn’t long before I’m undoing her halter top and easing her dress off her hips. She steps out of it and looks at me, half-shyly, half-expectantly.

It’s funny how she can go from brazen to bashful just like that, and neither feels like a pose, they just feel like different facets of her.

A fascinating creature …

“Go and lie down on the bed,” I tell her, as I begin undressing myself. “And spread your legs, I want to see them wide open, I want to see you put your pussy on display for me.”

She complies. She’s gorgeous, all flushed and wide-eyed, and I pause to take in this sight that I’ve longed for since I met her - Evie Courtenay naked in my bed.

But I don’t pause for
too
long, not with the temptations she’s offering me. With a barely-concealed growl I throw myself on her, kissing her face, her neck, her breasts, sucking on her already stiff nipples as she moans softly. I kiss my way down her belly, my hands finding her soft thighs just as my tongue finds her sweet opening, which is as always already dripping with her nectar. I dart my tongue in as far as possible, just to taste as much of her as I can, and then flick it across her clit, making her cry out with surprise and pleasure …

There are footsteps in the corridor, probably from one or two of the movers taking her luggage upstairs to her room. I ignore them - instead, I slide two fingers into her and begin probing her lovely wet pussy as I start trailing circles with my tongue around her sweet little bud. She’s not attempting to be quiet, not in the least - either she hasn’t noticed the footsteps, or she doesn’t care - and my cock swells even further at the thought that these bastards who had the audacity to leer at her under my nose are now going to know that it’s me who’s the one making her moan and whimper and squeal by turns.

Because that’s exactly what she’s doing - my sweet shy Evie, who would’ve thought it. But it’s always the quiet ones …

It doesn’t take long to bring her to a shuddering climax, which is wonderful to feel - her pussy muscles contracting around my fingers, firm and yet soft as velvet, as though they were caressing me.

I can hardly wait to feel her doing that to my engorged cock …

I withdraw my fingers and give that pretty slit one last lick for now, then move up. God, she looks especially delicious right after she’s come - flushed, happy, dazed.

She’s got that look which says that she’ll say yes to anything because she’s still high on her orgasm. Not that I think she would have resisted much otherwise, but this is beautiful, a sort of sexual abandon, as though she were giving herself over to me to be used, as much for my pleasure as for hers …

I plunge my juice-covered fingers into her half-open mouth for her to clean up, which she eagerly does, and then I kiss her.

I haven’t wiped my mouth off either, so it’s still sticky with her juices …

When we break off our kiss, we lock eyes and I smile at the thought of what I’m going to do next to this beautiful creature.

“You like the taste of your own pussy, Evie?” I growl.

My face is so close to hers I can feel her breath on my lips …

“Yes,” she murmurs faintly, smiling, still looking a bit spent from her orgasm.

“Good,” I say, kissing her as I push her legs further apart. “Not just because it’s delicious, which it is - it’s the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten - but because I’m now going to fuck your tight virgin pussy, and then you’re going to suck me off and clean me up with your mouth.”

Her eyes widen at first, before her eyelashes flutter just so and her eyes take on that half-closed, heavy-lidded look of submission and desire which I know so well.

A look that makes my already hard cock engorge even further …

I part her delicate nether lips and run the tip of my cock along her opening, coating it in her juices.

Her breath catches as I dip just the head of my cock into her soaking pussy, then withdraw it, teasing her with its girth, which is a
lot
more considerable than that of my fingers.

She looks simultaneously turned on and terrified. It’s obvious she wants badly to be fucked, but is also afraid that I’m far too big for her - a reasonable fear, perhaps, given how big I am and how delicate and tight she is.

I bend and kiss her. “Relax, beautiful,” I whisper, staring into her eyes. “I know it seems like a lot now but I promise you it’s going to feel so good when I get in there. You want me in your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

She nods and takes a deep breath. “Yes, please, Maestro, I need you,” she murmurs.

Always so polite! …