Chapter Thirteen
Dante
This is probably the mildest fantasy we’ve had, but it’s times like this when I lose my damn mind. It happens every time I’m with her.
We’re at the Dark Odyssey living out another fantasy. This time we’ve chosen one of the fantasy rooms.
It’s the Roman paradise set up to replicate ancient Rome. It’s beautiful with pillars and a pool and a chaise lounge. It’s perfect for the couple who have lived out months of fantasies and just want to enjoy each other.
That’s what we’re doing tonight, playing.
I’m a Roman soldier and she’s a gift to me from Caesar after my courage in battle.
I’m dressed like a roman soldier, only wearing the tunic and she’s dressed like a very sexy slave. She’s topless with a cloth wrapped around her waist and her hair down.
I can always tell when she’s aroused and wants me to take control. Tonight was one of those nights.
I’m sitting on the chaise lounge and she kneels before me. I reach for her nipples and caress the tips slowly.
“What does my master want me to do to him this night?” she asks and I take hold of her waist. She definitely has the sexy role play thing down.
I smile as I lift her up and set her on my lap to straddle me.
I lean close to her ear. “I want to fuck you all night.”
“You can do that,” she says unwrapping the cloth from her waist.
“I plan to, but first I want to taste you.” I’ve decided to accept the truth of the matter that I lose my mind when I’m with her and there’s no coming back. No point in even trying to hold on to some semblance of what we are and what we might be.
Since that talk I had with her two days ago, we’ve become more intense. I’ve decided to put the ball in her court. I want the decision to lay with her. I know what I want and it’s her. If she tells me she wants me to take this relationship out of the dark then I’m doing it and I’ll lose Peter.
I pi
ck her up and take her over to the four poster bed where I lay her down and look at her. Set against the beauty of the room she looks like a goddess. There’s a waterfall behind us that flows into a pond of colorful fish. Palm trees line the bank of the pond, and just like the rest of the club makes you truly believe you’re Venice, I believe I’m in Rome with this naked beauty at my mercy.
I’m always thinking about what she has and hasn’t done. Maybe because I wanted her to do everything with me.
She giggles when I reach for a bunch of grapes and start placing the little grapes over the flat of her stomach and the valley of her breasts.
I set out ten because I have a game I want to play.
“What are you doing, Dante?”
“We’re playing ten secrets. I am your master for tonight. The next order of activity will be us sharing secret things we’ve always wanted to do. We get five each. You share and I share but I get to either feed you a grape or eat them off you, and of course pleasure you in some way.”
Her eyes twinkle with excitement. “I love that game.” Her laughter reminds me of happiness and the look of delight on her beautiful face makes me want to seal it in time and keep it forever. The same I’m finding I want to keep her forever.
“Good, you start Princesca, tell me your first secret.”
A blush creeps down her cheek and flushes over her elegant neck. She smiles though when I pick up a grape and feed it to her.
“I… wanted you to be my first,” she says and looks down embarrassed. “I remember making a pact with myself that I was going to tell you how I felt about you when I was eighteen and it never happened. I chickened out because I realized how ridiculous I would have seemed.”
Her eyes flick back up to meet mine and I continue to gaze down at her perfection. There’s something I’m noticing, something that pulls on my heart. Every time we talk in this kind of way I see that this thing with us wasn’t just recent or even in recent years. She seemed to have always felt this way for me.
“Was that too much? I mean … I guess there’s some secrets you should keep.” She asks.
I answer by lowering to eat a grape off her and then I take her right nipple into my mouth and suck on it.