Page 39 of Winter
“Next time.”
She smiled at him. “You’re on.”
Tommaso looked at his brother. “So …”
Raffaelo smiled. “I will be around. Inca and I can bond over making fun of you.”
Tommaso and Inca laughed. “Enjoy, brother.”
Inca looked shyly at Raffaelo. “I have to go into the city on Friday to sign some paperwork for my mortgage application.”
“I’ll be happy to accompany you; perhaps you can show me around the city. Have dinner too?”
Tommaso grinned at his brother. “Raff, stop trying to steal my girlfriend.”
Inca winked at Raff. “It’s working, though. Raffaelo, keep it up.”
Raffaelo smiled, but looked a little uncomfortable, and Inca regretted the joke. She coughed to cover her embarrassment. “There’s a lot of touristy things we can do in the city—and some great places to eat.”
Raffaelo nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
***
Later, when they went to bed, Inca asked Tommaso if he minded her spending time with Raffaelo.
“Of course not … you are family.”
He was a little distracted, given that he was pulling the straps of her dress down her shoulders and deftly unclasping her bra. His mouth found her exposed breast, his teeth grazing her nipple and sending waves of desire through her. Inca closed her eyes and sighed happily. Tommaso’s hand was under her dress, sliding into her underwear.
“You are so wet,” he murmured, his lips against her belly. And in one swift motion, he had her on the bed, his cock thrusting into her. Inca gasped at the violence of his movements. She moaned as he fucked her hard, his smile triumphant, his hands pinning hers to the bed.
“You are mine, now, Inca; you know that?”
“Yes …God, yes…”
“Tell me.”
“I’m yours, Tommaso.”
He smiled down at her, obviously enjoying the command he had over her body. “Il mio prezioso, do you remember when we talked about what we could try when we were together?”
Inca, driven half-crazy by his cock drilling her to the bed, nodded, gasping and panting for air. Tommaso smiled, his eyes drinking in the way her body trembled and quivered under him, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her belly undulating against his stomach. “God, you are beautiful … well, I took the liberty of purchasing a few items we might have some fun with … Are you willing to try them with me,Principessa?”
He began to thrust hard, with all his strength, wanting to sink into her entirely, and Inca cried out. His lips were on her throat when he heard her say yes, and he grinned as she came, moaning and crying his name. His own climax followed swiftly and, as he felt his cum shoot deep inside her, he knew he wanted to try anything with this woman.
When they had recovered, he lifted her from the bed and sat her in a chair before going to the closet and bring out a beautifully carved wooden box. He smiled at her as he set it down.
“Before we begin … we need to set some ground rules. You need to feel safe.”
Inca smiled a little nervously. ’Just what do you intend to do to me?”
He obviously heard the doubt in her voice and took her face in his hands, his green eyes fixed on hers. “Nothing you will not permit. Everything you will allow …”
He covered her mouth with his, kissing her tenderly until her head swam.
“Anything,” she whispered to him, “I’ll do anything…”
Tommaso chuckled, then drew out a long piece of supple brown leather. “You know what this is?”
