Page 38 of Unrelenting
“Dutch courage?” I ask.
“Something like that.”
She turns and scans the room, eventually spotting the door that leads to the restrooms.
“Come with me.” The gleam in her eye is wicked.
I let her drag me through the door and along the corridor to the restrooms.
When they were designing the club, Damiano had the bright idea of creating several individual restrooms instead of one large one in the VIP area.
I guess he realized the club’s patrons would enjoy the increased privacy.
Lucia pushes open the door to one of the ladies’ rooms and shoves me inside.
The room is spacious, with an armchair in the corner. There’s a vanity with a sink and a mirror above it and a separate stall housing the toilet. A crystal chandelier hangs at the center of the ceiling, and there are fresh flowers on a table in the corner across from the armchair.
“Fuck!” Lucia exclaims as she looks around. “This is way fancier than the ladies’ room at Gianetta’s.”
“It’s what the club’s VIPs are used to.”
“Yeah, but it puts the restaurant to shame. I’m going to have to think about remodeling if this is what people expect.”
Although the club shares many customers with Lucia’s restaurant, they aren’t looking for the same experience from her as they are when they come here.
When people dine at Gianetta’s, they’re looking for something intimate, a romantic setting with authentic food and wine. They don’t want sophistication. They want familiarity and the comfort of connecting with the region’s heritage.
La Stanza Rosso’s VIP lounge caters to those seeking something more decadent, an exclusive venue where they can indulge their wilder sides.
I don’t bother telling Lucia all that. “You didn’t bring me in here to discuss the décor.”
She lowers her eyelashes seductively. “No, I did not.”
Reaching past me, she locks the door and then pushes me against it. Her forcefulness sends a wave of lust through me.
“Lower your pants,” she commands. “Take your cock out.”
It’s an order I can’t refuse. I do as she asks, unfastening my jeans and sliding them and my boxer shorts down so my erection springs free.
Lucia sinks to her knees before me. Some women would appear submissive in this position, but she’s a fucking goddess.
Completely in control of herself and me, until I choose otherwise, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and leans forward to take a couple of inches into her mouth.
She swirls her tongue around my length and laps the sensitive flesh at its head. Then she slides her hand down to cup my balls.
There’s no hesitation on her part as she takes me deeper, right to the back of her throat. She hums contentedly as she sucks my cock.
As she bobs her head back and forth, she rolls her hips, the moans she gives signaling her own growing arousal.
Though I’ve had blowjobs from dozens of women, it has never been like this. The pleasure Lucia gives me is the most intense I’ve ever felt. She isn’t just going through the motions. She’s giving me a part of herself as she worships my cock.
When she slides her hand between my ass cheeks and presses a finger against my rear entrance, I buck my hips. She bats my hand as I reach for her, desperate to take control.
“Hands behind your head,” she tells me. “You move them, I stop.”
Fuck! That sends my libido into overdrive. Does she get this turned on when I issue commands? Yes, of course she does. I’ve witnessed it.
Although it’s difficult to let her maintain control, I don’t want her to stop, so I do as she asks. I interlace my fingers behind my head and lean back against the wall.
