Carnevale and Subterfuge (7 page)

Ana didn’t deny it. She just let out a groan.

“What other secrets does the beautiful Anarrae have, hmm? Will you tell me?”

“My secrets are my own, con artist.” Her voice was husky.

“Just remember I still have to tie you down. Perhaps interrogate you too? I want to know your hidden gems, love. I want to know what makes you laugh, cry, moan, and scream.” Diego meant every word but he didn’t add that he wanted to know what she was afraid of and what made her feel safe—admitting that would push things too far for him. He would feel the need to protect her. Instead of asking, he moved his hands on her. His thumbs slipped between her thighs to rest on either side of her entrance. A glance down showed him she was wet.

“I’m not going to tell you that.” She squirmed slightly.

“I think your body betrays you, love. You’re wet for me. Goddess, I love that you’re wet for me.” He groaned, her taste rolled over his tongue and he had to keep from moving back, lying down on his stomach and feasting on her plump, damp labia. He resisted fucking her pussy with just his fingers until she came.

“Tell me. Let me hear that I make you wet and aroused. Murmur to me how much you need my cock inside of you. Come on, sweet, whisper to me how much you want me.”

“I don’t think I can take much more of this massage,” Ana groaned.

“Why?” Diego ran his thumbs up and down on either side of the opening of her sex. She writhed underneath him.

“Dodger, please stop teasing me. Fuck me,” she begged.

“Not ready yet. But here’s a taste.” He used his fingers to arouse her. He parted her thick nether lips to expose her clit and massaged it with his thumb. Moisture trickled from her entrance and he swiped it up with his thumbs and continued to tease her, giving her just enough pressure but not what she needed.

He stuck two fingers into her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched down and he groaned as his cock jumped. Leisurely, he fucked her while strumming her clit.

“You like this, love? Need more?”

“Dodger, please. I need you inside of me.”

“I am inside you. My fingers are, at least.”

“I need your cock.”

“Not yet.” He pumped his fingers faster and pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb.

She gasped. Her legs writhed against the cotton sheets. He bit his bottom lip hard, using the pain to focus on giving her pleasure. With a deep breath, he reclaimed his determination and pushed away the ache of his balls to release her clit and began finger fucking her faster and harder. Her body stilled. Her vaginal muscles rippled around his fingers before clamping down tight. Ana began to shake as she cried out.

Diego watched, enraptured by the sight before him. Sweat misted her body. Her head thrashed about on the pillow and her mouth was open as she came. As the spasms stopped, her breath came out in pants. Her pussy continued to pulse around his fingers until that too died away.

Reluctantly, he withdrew the digits from her sopping sex and slipped them into his mouth, moaning over the salty sweet tang that was her.

Chapter Five

As her body calmed down and the sweat cooled on her body, Ana sighed. Her pussy clenched when Dodger slipped his fingers from her aching channel. Despite coming, she still wanted him inside of her. There was the relaxed feeling of the afterglow but there was also restlessness. She felt unsatisfied, unfulfilled. The bed moved and she heard him walking around the room.

“Dodger—” Anarrae started.

“Yes, love?” he asked. Dodger sounded so distant her heart hurt.

“I want you to fuck me. No more massages. I’m not satisfied.” She waited for him to get angry. Past lovers had always been offended when she said that she wasn’t happy with their performance.

“Roll over.”

That two-word command made her cold. Anger stirred up and pushed away arousal.

“I’m not going to do a damn thing. You just—”

He cut her off. “I’m not done yet. I’m not satisfied either, but I’m not just going to fuck you and be done with it. Let me continue my plan, and I promise you you’ll be more than satisfied.”

The mattress dipped and the bed moved. Ana felt the wet swipe of his tongue on her ass before she felt the pain. It lanced through her and she cried out. He’d actually bit her ass. As the ache faded it was replaced by heat.

“Now, chop-chop and roll over. Or I’ll do it again.”

Curious and aroused, she did as he asked.

“Spread your legs wide. Let me see your gorgeous pussy again.”

His words heated her body and arousal twisted in the pit of her gut. She spread her legs wide and waited. Leather slid over one ankle and tightened and she drew in a deep breath as her heart thudded against her rib cage. He did the same for her other ankle. The bed bounced and she could smell the musk and sweat of him. She felt his heat over her and she had to fight to keep from lifting her head and licking his skin. She wanted to cover him in nips and kisses just as she had done before.

Instead, Ana focused on her senses and experience. Everything was amplified. The creak of the leather seemed louder. The feel of the fabric around her wrists and ankles felt softer, smoother, even as the edges of the straps bit into her skin. Dodger seemed hotter, his scent more potent. It was all intoxicating. She found herself struggling against her bonds.

“Stop struggling and relax. It will be OK. Shhhh, calm down,” Dodger said. He ran a hand over her head.

Ana’s heart beat erratically but her body remained relaxed on the bed. When he stopped touching her it felt odd, like an incomplete sentence uttered or a connection not made. An ache started in her heart and she realized this is what it would feel like when they had to part, only more extreme. Sadness descended and for a second she wanted to cry.

“It’s OK. I’m here. Relax and just feel.” His voice calmed her down a bit but not completely.

She opened her mouth to say something only to have the thought lost when something soft and light began to move over her chest, back and forth, slow and feathery. Ana didn’t know what to say. The sensation continued until it got to the right side of her waist. Laughter bubbled up inside of her as he moved over a ticklish spot. She couldn’t stop it. The sound tumbled out and her body shook.

“Ah, I found a ticklish spot. Must remember that.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

The feathery sensation moved away to the other side and continued on to her legs. The feeling was replaced by slick warmth with a bit of roughness. She knew he was running his tongue over her ankle. He licked slowly up one leg and down the other, ignoring her center, which made the ache between her thighs grow. Her clit pulsed with need. She wanted his mouth there.

“So soft,” he whispered against her damp skin. “So beautiful. I don’t think I could ever tire of exploring your body.”

She swallowed. The roughness of his voice made her squirm. “Then don’t.”

He chuckled, a sound like the most decadent dark chocolate, rich and sinful. Just perfect. “I won’t, love.”

Anarrae felt the heat of his body moving up her like a slow-moving wave.

“Goddess, this body is beautiful. I can’t say that enough. I want to worship you, but it would take more time than we have.” Sadness colored his voice but did nothing to dampen the arousal. It only made her want him more.

“Then come to me,” she urged.

“Not yet. I’m not worthy yet,” he said. She didn’t understand that comment so she let it go.

The first touch of his tongue on her stomach made her gasp. It was so unexpected. She had known he had been moving up but had gotten distracted by his words. He licked his way over her abdomen, dipping into her navel before lapping his way up the center of her body between her breasts. Her grip on the straps tightened as the yearning rose to sink her hands in his hair and move him to where she wanted him to be.

Her breasts felt heavy. She wanted to feel his hands on them, cupping them, massaging them. Her nipples ached. Impatience wore at her nerves as she waited for him to make his move.

The first touch of his tongue on her nipple was so pleasurable that heat shot through her, tore a gasp from her throat. Her back arched. She hungered for more. “More, I need more. Suck me.”

Dodger cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard before scraping his teeth over the sensitive tip. Pain and pleasure mingled. When he bit down, she screamed as white-hot heat shot straight to her clit. Her hips bucked and her pussy gushed cream. His tongue laved away the sting. He sucked her nipple hard before biting it again. He worried the tip, licking, sucking and tugging. Bursts of heat shot to her core. An orgasm curled tightly within her. She was so close…just a little bit more.

He transferred his attentions to the other peak, making the desire grow. Ana was taken higher and higher. Dodger released her nipple and the bed shook. She felt the heat of his body recede before feeling something solid against the entrance of her pussy. Her vaginal muscles contracted as she waited breathlessly for that first push.

He didn’t make her wait long. Dodger sank into her slowly. Ana tightened her muscles around his cock, trying to draw him in farther. Dodger didn’t disappoint. He withdrew and thrust forward, more of him slid inside of her. He stretched her to the limit. She wanted to wrap her legs around him but couldn’t. The bonds didn’t give her much room to move. He pulled back and pushed forward again, driving deeper until she was full of him. Then he paused.

Dodger kissed his way up her neck before taking her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. The pace he set was leisurely, which frustrated her. It wasn’t enough. Need rushed through her veins, riding her. She wanted it fast and hard, not slow.

Anarrae tore her mouth away from his and growled, “Fuck me.”

He responded by withdrawing and slamming into her while taking her lips in a violent melding of flesh. His teeth scraped her bottom lip before his tongue thrust into her mouth, matching the pace of hips. He fucked her mouth like he fucked her, hard and fast. Pleasure built up and up and up until she thought she would burst. When he lowered his body down to hers, the heat of him almost burned her. Anarrae’s sensitive nipples brushed against his chest, setting off sparks of desire, adding to the sweet sensation he was causing with each thrust.

Ana was lost, drowning and burning all at once. She couldn’t focus on any one thing. It all swirled together in one big ball of pleasure. When she felt the first brush of his finger against her clit, she cried out as the first tremor ran through her. He pressed down on her clit. The pressure built within her until it spilled over the sides.

Dodger released her mouth. “Come for me, Anarrae. Come now.”

He let go of the aching bundle of nerves and she came. Ana screamed as the pressure exploded. Waves of fire and pleasure rippled outward. Her vagina rippled around his cock. Her body shook and her toes curled so tightly they hurt.

It wasn’t over. He released her clit and pounded her pussy, riding her harder than before. Orgasm after orgasm rolled over her. Her body shook as her pussy convulsed around his hardened shaft. When her body could take no more, she lay on the bed, muscles jumping, body twitching as he continued to fuck her. He thrust once, twice, three times more before coming. His cock twitched and expanded within her, and he cried out her name as he came.

Dodger covered her body with his. He peppered her face with kisses while murmuring to her softy in Italian. He released her bonds but not her blindfold. With great care, he carried her into the bathroom where he washed and dried her before carrying her back to bed, tucking her in under the covers.

Ana yawned. Exhaustion was taking hold of her and she couldn’t fight it. The lovemaking and his gentle care had worn her out completely. Dodger joined her on the bed. He pressed his warm, dry body against hers, making her feel small and safe. She fell asleep with the blindfold still on and his arms wrapped around her.

* * *

Diego was tired but his mind refused to shut off. Tomorrow was the last day for them. He would have to let her go. Sorrow lanced his heart. They had shared something special, and now he wasn’t sure which way was up or what day it was. All that mattered was this moment with her in his arms. “Goddess, help me but I think I could fall in love with her.”

He shook his head. He was going to have to talk to Roberto tomorrow. He would know what to do.

Finally, sleep took him. They slept for a few hours, only to have him wake her up again and again to make love. They paused only to eat, shower, and sleep. Diego didn’t care if they never left his flat. The world outside his door didn’t exist as far as he was concerned. All that mattered was spending as much time as he could with her.

That night, before they went to sleep, she’d ruined everything by thanking him for giving her such a memorable vacation. He’d wanted to argue, say something cruel to make her feel the pain that was slicing through his soul, but nothing came out. All he could do was say, “You’re welcome.” And he gave her a huge hug despite the fact that his heart was breaking.

When they went to bed later that night, he couldn’t sleep. All he could do was hold her and pray that he could stay away from her while onboard the ship. If he failed, there was no telling what would happen to them.

Chapter Six

Anarrae sat at Nostalgia Café sipping a cappuccino. She stretched out her legs and sighed. The sun was shining and everywhere she looked
Carnevale
was still in full effect. People in costumes and masks milled through the streets. The gondolas overflowed with tourists trying to get as many pictures as possible. Fireworks went off overhead in bursts of dark colors against the pale blue sky. The rings of the planet seemed to sparkle.

Music that was both joyful and haunting wove its way above the murmur of the crowds. She would never forget this place or this time. Everything seemed so right and peaceful. Ana sipped her coffee and looked a few tables over at Dodger who was in deep conversation with a dark-haired man with dark gray eyes. They had the same jaw line and Cupid’s bow lips, but other than that, she wasn’t sure what else to think.