"Cazzo," Marzia hisses. "You want me to put your cum in an ashtray?"
"It's clean."
"I don't care, you—"
I wave my cock before her.
Marzia's eyes darken. Instantly, she forgets what she was complaining about. Her hand wraps around my girth again and she begins jerking me with a mesmerized expression.
She's clumsy, and I can tell she's only done this with me. I spend the next few minutes showing her how to touch me, how to jerk me, to get me to come. Marzia is an eager learner and seems mesmerized when the first drop of precum rolls down my tip. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips hungrily.
"Taste it," I order her.
She looks at me as if to make sure I mean it before her tongue pushes out between her lips, licking the bead off the slit in my cock.
"You like it, bambina?"
"N-No," she stutters. I laugh out loud.
"You don't like it?" I smirk, pulling on my pants. "Well, maybe I should take it away then. Give it to somebody more grateful."
"No!" She cries out instantly, reassuring me of just how addicted she is to me. I let go of my cock and her fingers replace mine, eagerly working my length while her eyes meet mine, silently begging. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Not tonight," I mutter. "Tonight, I want to watch you lick it."
"But I—don't you want to..."
"Marzia, a good, obedient toy doesn't question her owner's wishes. Are you a good, obedient toy?"
I can see the battle raging behind her pretty eyes. She wants to deny it, but we both know it's the truth. She wants this as much as I do.
She doesn't answer me. Instead, she just begins jerking my cock even harder, holding up the ashtray as she brings me closer and closer to an inescapable climax.
I should tell her to stop. I should end this here and now. But Marzia is irresistible and try as I might to stop myself, I know it's a losing game. With a groan, I feel my cock getting closer and closer to the release I'm so desperate for.
Marzia picks up on it, jerking faster and with more intent. "Do you want to come?" she asks sweetly, reversing our roles.
"You better fucking make me," I grunt. "Right now, Marzia..."
She lets out another moan as she continues working me. Finally, I feel myself letting go. "Fuck, Adrian, please. I want it. Give it to me."
"Only if you promise to lick it all up," I growl. "All. Of. It. I don't want you to miss a single drop. Fucking got it?"
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, don't stop, please give it to me..."
It doesn't take much of her begging to make me come. I let her massage my cock and fill the ashtray up with my seed.
Marzia watches, eyes wide as I spurt rope after rope of cum, filling her little dish. She pulls back with shaky hands. Her eyes are no longer locked on my cock. She's looking at the ashtray now.
"Aren't you going to clean it up for me?" I ask.
She shivers. Tentatively, Marzia sticks her tongue out between her lips. She starts to lick the cold metal, her tongue making contact with my seed.
I groan at the sight. I could come again, just watching her play with my cum like this. "Good girl," I mutter as she continues to clean the ashtray and I absent-mindedly stroke my cock. "Such a fucking good girl, Marzia. Keep going, you're going to make me explode again..."
26
Marzia
I spend the night in Adrian's bedroom. He holds me as I sleep and I relish the feeling of his body against mine. It feels like we're running out of time. Like all of this could be ripped away from us at any moment.
When I wake up in the morning, Adrian is gone, and Eleanora is already waiting for me to take me back to my room. Luckily, we don't run into anyone on the way there.
I get ready, taking a shower and washing off the memories of the previous night. Putting on a dress, I report to Bruno's office for the work I've started doing for him.
But Bruno isn't there.
A maid explains he has some meetings to deal with, but I'm free to work in his office while I wait for him to finish up. I begin sorting through the papers and start to work on the business plan Bruno wanted me to prepare. It's my first time doing anything like this and I still feel a bit lost, but I'm determined to impress Adrian's father.
It takes me an hour to realize I'm here, alone in Bruno's office.
This could be a test... but it could also be an opportunity for me to find something useful, let my brother and Vitto know about it.
My guilt threatens to eat me up whole. I know I should do what my brother would want me to do, which is get the hell out of here. But at the same time, I'm painfully aware Bruno's been kind to me. He's offered his support, he's made me feel welcome, and he's even letting me help out with my family company.