He pushed her back until she was forced right up against the table they'd been talking about. It pressed into the small of her back. She was practically bent over it the wrong way as Arturo leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss was as electrifying as it had been last night. Her body hadn't made some sort of error when she'd felt those things the night before.

However, it was easy for her to get pulled back into the real world when she felt some of her beads rattle.

With the heady force of their bodies over the table, regardless of the mat she'd used, some of her things were starting to roll away again.

The need to protect her supplies overcame her lust for a few precious seconds as Isla pressed her hands against Arturo's chest, pushing him away.

"Wait."

His voice was guttural. "No waiting."

"My stuff's going to fall off the table."

She pushed a little harder, and this time he relented. He let her get up so she could collect her beads and tools. She packed up everything so quickly that it wasn't exactly as neat and orderly as she tended to prefer it.

When her cases and beads were on one of the chairs where they wouldn't get in the way or stepped on, she looked at Arturo. His chest heaved and the suit he wore was disheveled. "I don't think we want to be having sex on top of a pair of clippers."

He didn't answer. He grabbed her again, and for the second time, Isla found herself pushed down onto the table.

It was a wonder the thing was even managing to hold her weight. Not just her weight, but her weight combined with the added pressure Arturo was providing by pressing her down onto the cherry wood.

Her feet slipped out of the shoes she'd been wearing. Her toes weren't even touching the floor, so she felt there was no other choice but to lift her knees and curl them around Arturo's waist.

It brought a distinct reminder of what they'd done last night, especially when she felt the bulge of his heavy cock pressing against her panties.

His hand moved to her breast, and the heat of his mouth fell away from her lips as the man pressed kisses to her throat and then her chest as he ripped open her blouse.

Buttons flew everywhere.

"Hey!"

Arturo unclasped her bra, and it popped apart, revealing her breasts. His warm, wet mouth covered one of her nipples, and the muscles in her thighs clenched as that pleasure rocketed from her breast all the way down to her sex.

"Oh, God."

He wasn't just using his teeth to gently abuse her tiny nipple. His tongue continued to flick the pink nub, teasing her, making her body clench around him, making her hands clutch at him tighter, as if she needed him in order to survive.

She felt like she did.

"You ask Martina to come and get me, and then you wear this," he said, his free hand sliding up Isla's stockinged thigh, higher and higher, lifting her skirt as he went. With the exception of her wet, pink lace panties with the tiny purple bow in the middle, she was completely and utterly exposed to him.

She also didn't get it. "W-wear what?"

She'd wanted to dress to impress, sure, but she hadn't exactly meant to make him turn into a horny teenager.

Not that a horny teenaged Arturo was a problem if this was how he was going to behave.

"This!" he said, his voice practically scraping across the edges of his throat as he spoke. That was how rough, how animalistic, he sounded, and it made Isla's sex swell even more, made her pussy throb with the need to be filled.

She wanted to be dominated by this man.

Arturo's hands continued to move, to slide over and under and across Isla's clothes and skin, and then his fingers slid beneath her panties, fingers finding dark pubic hair and parting the lips of her sex.

His fingers didn't enter her, not in the way she wanted them to. They barely tipped inside as he stroked back and forth, back and forth, adding pressure on the back motion, but not the forward motion. It drove her fucking wild.

“You wear this skirt that shows off your legs, which practically scream at me to spread them apart and fuck you when you walk around in those heels."

"Like a girl in heels, do you?" Her brain was too muddled with pleasure to think of much more than that to say.

He stroked her again and again as Isla cried out softly.

"I like how they make your calves look firmer, longer, and tighter. Long enough to wrap around my waist while I bury my cock inside of your wet cunt."

Isla moaned.

"Do you like when I say that word? That I want you to feel me inside your cunt so deep and hard that you only ever think about me, even after you leave here and take other lovers."

"E-ego, much?" Isla asked. She couldn't help herself.

Arturo didn't get offended. He chuckled. She'd heard that sound before, but only now when they were so close, when their hands were all over each other, did it seem like dark and foreboding.

And the sad thing was, even though this would only be the second time they'd been together, just with his hand beneath her panties, teasing her like this, she already knew it.

No one had ever been this good before, and it was almost guaranteed that no one would be this good after him.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?"

Isla nodded eagerly. "Yes."

Arturo dipped them in, but then pulled back before she could derive too much pleasure from the act.

What was he doing, holding onto it for a rainy day?

She glared at him. "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what? This?"

He dipped his fingers inside again, stretching out her panties, not going nearly as deep as she needed him to go, and then pulling back before all the pleasure she could just taste, knowing it was right there, vanished from her forever.

Well, not forever. That was being a little dramatic, but it was insanely hard not to be dramatic when she was so close to getting off and what Arturo was doing felt so good.

"This time, I'm going to strip you naked," he growled, still barely dipping his fingers into her pussy. Even when she clenched her inner walls around them, she couldn't keep him inside.

Then she actually heard what he said, and she blinked wide. "Wait, what? I… Jesus, I thought you liked having sex with your clothes on."

"Not with them all on." His breathing increased to a harder tempo, as though he was the one receiving pleasure right now instead of her. "But just enough for it to be fun. I think this time it would be more fun if you were naked."

Isla glared at him. "Because we might get caught at any second?"

For all she knew, they'd already been caught, but Jeffery or Martina or whoever, had likely had the good sense to turn around and walk away, instead of drawing attention to themselves.

Isla had a mortifying revelation. Regardless of whether or not anyone ever saw them, from now on, for the remaining four weeks she would be here, she was always going to look at each member of the staff and wonder if they'd seen her naked, boobs exposed and legs in the air.

"Why are you glaring at me like that? I thought you liked this?" Arturo said.

Bastard. He knew.

It was too late now. Her body was sizzling, and if she didn’t get what she wanted, she was going to implode.

"You know I like it. Now stop stroking your own ego if you ever want that thing of yours to get stroked by me."

"I'd rather you sucked it, but we'll get to that later," he replied, pulling back just enough to undo his belt. He placed the leather on the table, and then quickly undid his pants.

"We're going to have to speak about the panties. They're lovely, and it's a shame to ruin them. I’ll either have to contain myself a little better or start buying you lingerie."

God, why did he have to talk like that? "Are you always so proper even during sex?" Isla asked.

"I've always spoken like this."

If he always spoke in that husky tone, even when they weren't in bed with each other, Isla was going to spend the next four weeks trying not to lose her damned mind.

Arturo grabbed her hands, pulled them above her head, and held them together as he used his belt to tie them.

"What's this?"

"Part of our agreement." Arturo looked her right in the eyes, his expression perfectly serious. "Your safe word is red."

"Red as in stop, got it." That seemed simple enough, but was it necessary?

"This isn't anything that's not already in our contract," Arturo said. "And there won't be anything you can't handle, but I will push you. I want to see how far you can go."

She wasn't entirely sure how far he could push her. The contract had been pretty straightforward and detailed. There didn't seem to be anything he could hide from her or surprise her with.

Still, she nodded.

There had been a time when Isla would've said she'd never be the sort of girl who would do something like this, but now, here she was, ready and raring to go because she needed someone to get her off. She'd even get herself off right now if she could.

She squirmed, wanting to slide her hands down her body to do just that.

She wanted to touch herself, to stroke her clit hard and fast and make herself come.

He shook his head. "Now you see why I needed to restrain you."

"Fuck," Isla said on a wispy breath.

This was almost too much already. How in the hell was she going to handle this?

Arturo looked at her, really looked with those intensely black eyes. A broad smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth. "You said you're not a virgin, but you haven't done much of anything, have you?"

Even though it sounded like a question, she knew it wasn’t.

She shook her head. "No, it's all been pretty vanilla for me. But I would really love it if we could stop talking and get back to what we were doing."

"You don't make the demands here." He let his fingers slide over and around one of her budding nipples. The sensation of being so close and yet so far was maddening. Her back arched and she bit down on her lower lip. The attention he was granting her was pleasurable, but it wasn't nearly as much as she needed.

She tried to press her nipple closer to that circling finger, but he remained elusive.

"I like talking. It draws things out for the both of us."

"Oh, my God!" Isla said in frustration, but also partly from the pleasure. "You tied me up so I won't strangle you. That's what you did."

Arturo laughed aloud at that. "I'm not into that, and I expressly put that into our contract as well, so don't you worry."

"I'm still going to find a way to… to get you for this."

She'd nearly said she'd find a way to kill him for this. Thankfully, her words were gaspy and panting because of what he was doing to her. If that made the pause seem a little more natural, more because she was frustrated than because she was covering up for something else, then all the better. She'd use that.

Even as an empty threat or a joke, she didn't think she should tell a man, whose mother was murdered by his father, that she wanted to kill him. His ex-girlfriends and lovers probably did that enough.

Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the slip up. He leaned in and slid his warm, wet tongue over her other nipple, and when he pulled back, the thin layer of moisture left behind immediately cooled in the air of the breakfast nook. First warm and then cold, Isla's nipple puckered harder. Something like that definitely should not have been possible.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you."

"I am begging! I'm begging right now!"

"No, you're angry. There’s a difference.” Arturo leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her lips, as though he wasn't teasing her, as though his bare, hard cock wasn't inches away from her sex.

Isla clenched her thighs and groaned. He used one hand to keep her wrists above her head, but with his other, he expertly pulled down the zipper of her skirt until it was loose enough to be yanked off her waist and feet and then dropped on the floor.

With her blouse wide open and bra popped off, she really was completely exposed now with the exception of her tiny, lacy panties and the stockings on her legs,

Even with the panties, she supposed they didn't count when it came to whether or not anyone in this giant mansion would see her. She was pretty much naked.

Arturo returned his hand to her pussy, but he didn't put it beneath her panties. This time, he used his hand and stroked her above the fabric. The grooves and design of the lace gave off a feeling almost like a soft vibration with each forward and back- stroke. It felt fucking fantastic, and Isla thrust her hips to gain more of that feeling.

Her body was in charge now, her mind completely gone. She didn't think she would care if anyone in her family happened to walk in and see her. She wanted Arturo Calendri inside her, stretching her wide and pushing deep.

"Please," she said, her voice a soft quiver. Her voice had never quivered before. "Please fuck me, Arturo."

"Why?"

Isla wet her lips. "Because I need it."

It was the truth. She had no filter and was incapable of lying in this moment.

A hard groan left Arturo's throat. "Finally. I thought you'd make me wait all damned day."

To Be Continued.......

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