Page 111 of Wicked

We quickly get the theme park in shape with designs, layouts, plans, ticketing ideas, and scaling. We then have the occasional lunch with Dante’s sister Bianca, and his Nonna.

Dante and I find flow as we ride around the property on horses. We discuss what could be done with areas and when. Tito always tags along, and he seems to enjoy time on the property. As if he belongs or used to live here.

We even find places in the castle that I’ve not yet seen. In saying that, we do not venture back into the dungeon.

Dante and I agreed, several days back, that if we’re not careful, the dungeon activities could get complex and addictive.

And because I’m still ‘being educated,’ we should pace ourselves. All I know is, one day, I need to return, I need to be oiled up, and I want him to take me everywhere.

And every how.

I’m unsure what’s going on between us. If it’s just a fling or some kind of game.

Partly because it’s all happening so fast, and partly because it’s hard to imagine ustogether. In a normal relationship. In one city. Like a couple.

It’s just so electric, so wild, and so amazing.

Overall, my Italian adventure, and the time spent here in Italy feels right. The daily fires, the daily sex, the daily rides (on humans and horses), the intimacy with another person, andus…It just feels perfect.

My spirit feels strong too, and I know it’s good for my soul.

I have not had a mature and romantic relationship before, and if this is what I think or guess it is, I’m loving it.

Besides that, I’m down to the last chapter of my novel, and I’m excited about the progress. It’s as if all is coming together with my crazy, colorful new life and its adventure.

That night,as we lay on a blanket under the moon, we look up at the stars. We eat a simple picnic-styled dinner of roast chicken, cheese, and fresh bread. It’s just the two of us and Tito, and it’s how I like it the most. A simple, private moment, casual. Nothing fancy, just us, simple and real.

As I wipe my mouth and lay down, I use Dante’s strong arm as a pillow. I wrap myself around his warm body as Tito lays nearby. I’m the inside spoon, and Dante is spooning me for once.The three of us watch the moonlit cove next to the villa below, and again, I feel content.

It’s like a drug, and I’ve never had it before. It’s as if everything is how it should be.

As we talk, we discuss all kinds of things. Even what is sexy, and what is not. What is interesting toexperimentwith, and what is sexually a little out there.

Weirdly, we seem to have the same kind of kinks or turn ons, unless he’s trying to keep me away from the edge.

As always, I’m curious, and as usual, I push Dante into some weird questions. My teacher doesn’t want to discuss the most wicked thing he’s ever done, and I do what I’m told.

I ‘pump the brakes.’

And I ‘slow the hell down.’

“You’re just holding me back,” I say, toying with my teacher.

In the silence, I hear him growl low. I then feel him harden against my butt.

I’m unsure if I’m depraved or just curious, but deep down I want to try everything. Choking. Spanking. Maybe even him in me and a smallish dildo in my back entrance.

I bite my lip as I feel my nipples pebble. I know I’m getting wet, and I know I’m not wearing panties again.

There’s a long period of silence as we look up at themillions of stars. We lay against each other, and I snuggle in.

I should really thank my teacher for slowing me down. If it was just me, I’d want to try everything right now, in one single day. Then there would be nothing to look forward to.

“What are you thinking about?” Dante growls. I pause and say nothing.

“The old, dreaded question…”

There is silence, then I tell myself to be honest. “You, us, sex,” I say. “And I’m trying to work out if it’s wise that you’re pacing me.”

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