A Dance for Him (40 page)

This won’t do, I’m just going to have to get a cold shower, that should help when I see her for her morning lesson.

Oh Maurizio, you old dog, what torture you’ve signed me up for! …

I escape into my study after taking a shower, figuring that that’s the safest place to be for now because it’s on the other end of the corridor from her bedroom, and the last thing I need is to hear her going to take
her
shower.

In fact, I shouldn’t even think about her taking her shower. I think I need to distract myself somehow. Aurelia texted to say that the movers would come by any time before three, so I suppose that’ll be bit of a diversion. A temporary one, it’s true, especially since it’ll mean that I’ll have to see her everyday. But I’ll take what I can get …

Oh, a knock on the door. It’s probably her. She always knocks so very timidly …

“Come in,” I say.

The door opens, and she walks in.

This time she’s wearing a tiny white cotton halter dress. It’s a
very
thin dress, her stiff nipples are clearly visible through it. No sign of any underwear.

Inwardly I groan, even as I feel my cock spring to attention …

“Good morning, Maestro,” she says, looking me up and down knowingly.

And she says she’s a virgin? She can’t possibly be that innocent, the way she’s looking at me.

Of course, it’s also true that I
did
finger-fuck her and let her handle my cock yesterday, so I’m probably at least partially responsible for this change in her …

“Good morning, Evie. Um, you know, if you are to stay here, I have to say that I’d like you to, uh, wear more clothes around the house.”

She smiles, mischief written all over her pretty face. “That was the only outfit I took with me yesterday.”

“Couldn’t you at least put on some underwear?” I blurt out, before realising that I’ve basically just confessed to having noticed that she’s not wearing any.

The same thing probably occurs to her. She bites her lip, as though trying not to laugh. “I only brought one pair of panties with me, and I believe you are currently in possession of them. Besides, this dress isn’t all that short … I’m pretty sure I can twirl around and bend over and nothing would show, isn’t that so?”

As she makes that last statement she twirls around and bends over in front of me briefly, as if to demonstrate her point.

It’s absolutely not true that nothing shows - I get a nice eyeful, first of her firm, pretty ass, then of her wet, glistening pussy lips, all the more tantalizing for being cleanly shaved.

The little hussy! Of course she knew I was going to get an eyeful. But then she knows she’s got me well and truly hooked. So she wants to play, does she? We’ll see if she can live up to her claim last night of wanting to be my plaything.

Either she’ll be frightened off this silly girlish game of trying to seduce me, or we’ll have a
really
good time …

I stand up abruptly and grab her by the arm. It’s soft and yielding like it always is, as though she were inviting me to use her like some kind of sex doll …

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, young lady. You can’t tempt a red-blooded man like that and expect no reaction from him.”

I slide a hand up her skirt and grab myself a handful of that luscious young ass. She stares at me, wide-eyed, as though inviting me to kiss her, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this little tease tell me what to do.

Instead, I stare her down, and after a long silence she eventually murmurs: “But what if I actually want a reaction from the ‘red-blooded man’ in question?”

I laugh, and it sounds crueler than I intend. “Then I think you should be careful what you wish for.”

“Why?” she purrs seductively, the little minx. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did. I had to touch myself to fall asleep …”

I smack her ass and she flushes.

“Well, for one thing, young lady, you’re going to have to learn that phrases like ‘touching yourself’ are too decorous for a man like me. I’m a dirty old man, I want to hear words like cock and cunt and pussy coming from that sweet little virgin mouth of yours. You want me to give you a proper fucking, to break in your virgin pussy?”

She nods silently, staring at me with lips slightly parted, as though hypnotised by my words.

I slide my hand between her legs and find that she’s incredibly wet. It’s of course very tempting to just finger her again and maybe bend her over my desk and fuck her senseless, but I suspect that’s exactly what she wants, from the way she’s looking at me.

She’s going to have to learn that she can’t just get whatever she wants by flashing her sweet little pussy at me.

At least, not
immediately
!
…

“Well then,” I continue, “show me how obedient you’re capable of being, and then maybe I’ll give you what you want. But I’m going to do it on my schedule. Not yours. Understand?”

She smiles. “Yes, Maestro,” she breathes.

I’ve had many women address me as Maestro before, in tones ranging from the strictly businesslike to the blatantly seductive, but I think I can honestly say no one else has ever sent so intense a thrill through every fiber of my body just by saying that one word.

But then
she
says it in a tone that suggests she’s referring to the original meaning of the word.

Master
.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

So it’s on! I can barely contain my excitement, and I’m sure he knows how much I want this - he’s staring at me in that ravenous way that I love so much, and he’s been gripping my arm so tightly that there’ll probably be a bit of a bruise afterwards, but that only makes me all the wetter …

I wonder if he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he lets go of me after smacking my ass one more time.

“Take off that ridiculous excuse of a dress,” he says sharply, “and go and lie down on that couch over there.”

I obey - could I do anything but obey
him
?

I undo the knot of the halter and slide the dress over my hips, so that it falls to the floor, and slink over to the couch.

It’s an antique, beautifully upholstered couch, and I hesitate for a moment and look at him, worried about getting it wet with all my juices.

It doesn’t seem to bother him; with an imperious wave of the hand he confirms his original instructions, and so I lie down on it.

He smiles.

“So, Evie. You mentioned earlier that you were playing with your sweet little pussy last night, isn’t that right?”

I nod, going completely pink as I do. Somehow when I told him about this earlier it felt slightly naughty, but when he puts it this way, especially when he’s looking at me the way he is right now, it sounds incredibly dirty.

So dirty that it makes my pussy throb …

Without thinking, I spread my legs for him, and only realise what I’ve done after I’ve done it.

“You’re going to show me how you did it,” he continues, an impertinent smile on his face as he gives me a lascivious once-over. “You’re going to show me how you did it,
and
you’re going to tell me all about what you were thinking when you did it. You’re not going to censor anything - remember, we both already know you’re a dirty girl, so there’s no need to pretend otherwise …”

I’m almost relieved he’s asking me to do this, because I’m incredibly horny at this point, and
that
is overriding any shame I could be experiencing at behaving like such a slut in front of Lorenzo Moretti of all people.

There’s also something oddly liberating about acknowledging what I wish he’d do to me. Besides, if I’m lucky, perhaps he’d actually do some of it to me …

I obediently slide one hand down to my entrance and slip two fingers into it. With my other hand I fondle a breast while I glance at him provocatively - a glance that is reciprocated with a heated gaze and a wolfish grin.

“I-I thought about what it would be like if I actually got to see your cock,” I whisper.

He smiles encouragingly.

“I’d have loved to take it in my hand and play with it while you touched me wherever you wished. And then I imagined you ordering me to get on my knees and suck it. At first you let me set the speed, but before very long you’re pulling my hair back and thrusting into me, forcing your big, juicy cock down my throat and making me tear up the way they do in the online video clips I’ve seen …”

My fingers are working in and out of myself with increasing speed at this point, causing my words to be interspersed with little moans of pleasure.

He laughs.

“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned sucking me off, Evie. You must really like the idea, don’t you?”

I nod, hoping that he’ll make me do it. My heart skips a beat when he unzips his pants to reveal a massive erection, long, thick and rigid, with dimensions comparable to anything I’ve ever seen on the internet.

To my surprise I realise that my mouth is literally watering at the thought of taking that magnificent instrument into my mouth as he approaches the couch.

But it seems that is not to be, at least for now, because when he gets close to me, he smirks at the way I’m opening my mouth to receive his cock.

“Not yet, Evie. Maybe later, if you’re a really good girl. Remember, I’m in charge now. You’re not to suck my cock for the moment.”

I close my mouth, somewhat confused.

He smiles and slides a hand behind my head. He’s standing tantalisingly close to me, and I can smell his manly scent (a combination of soap and natural musk) and see a large pearl of clear, viscous liquid forming on the tip of his cock, which is barely an inch away from my face.

It’s all I can do not to stick my tongue out and lick it off, but I’m rewarded for my restraint when he comes even closer and wipes his swollen cockhead on my lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum on them.

Since he didn’t say anything about not licking my lips, I do that immediately, wanting to taste him.

It’s pleasant, a bit salty, and I sigh in excitement, which seems to please him, though he continues to tease me by keeping his juicy shaft close to my face and stroking it.

“Keep on finger-fucking yourself, Evie. And tell me, did you fantasise about anything else? I mean, surely you want me to fuck you too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I want to feel that huge cock of yours in my tight virgin pussy. I want your cock to be the first one in my pussy. I know you’re so big it’ll feel like you’re splitting me apart, but I want it. I want to please you so much, Maestro, please let me please you …”

It’s funny, everything I’ve said is something I’ve thought in the past while touching myself - sorry, I meant
while playing with my slick wet pussy
- but saying it aloud only seems to increase my excitement, my pleasure, pushing me ever closer to my climax.

I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that he’s looking at me in that thrillingly predatory way as he fists his thick shaft, his breath ragged, his face flushed.