Bellisima Princessa

Part 17

Mariano's POV:

Ariyah was on my mind night and day. It felt like forever since I touched her smooth skin. My mother always taught me to respect women, but I wanted to treat La mia bella principessa (my beautiful princess) better than all the women I have ever met. Most women approached me for nothing but a good lay, money, or hopeless love. I didn't want hopeless love, I didn't even want true love. But Ariyah made me want more. She made me want to find true love, with someone who didn't know my status or who I was. She would know soon, but until the time was right, I would treasure her presence. 

Meeting with important men would forever be boring, as it was only an assertion of dominance. It was a competition of who could get what they want faster. I didn't want anything but mia bellisima (gorgeous). I hired a new man to take care of her, as even my top men barely knew who she was. I had never felt like this before. I wanted to keep her all to myself.

 As I conducted the meeting and made references to my lawyer, I could only think about how this would have to hurry, as I wanted to be home with what was mine by the end of the day. How I missed her delicious breasts. They were wonderful pillows. I missed her ass. I missed her eyes. I missed her pussy. I missed her scent, which always smelt like vanilla. I missed everything about her, but most of all, I missed her personality. 

As she was getting used to me, her bratty side was becoming more and more evident. Speaking- or in this case thinking- of the devil, I felt my phone buzz in my hand. It was a message from her. I didn't want to leave her in the dark. I knew I needed to tell her before things got even more serious than they already were. Even if she didn't know, she would always be mine. We didn't text much on snapchat, but it turns out that is what she messaged me on. 

🟥New Snap 1m

I wonder what the little brat was up to... 

I probably shouldn't open this right now. After being bored out of my mind with all the legal jargon my lawyer was saying, I decided to just get on with it. 

▶Opened 30s

I couldn't believe my eyes. The brat finally went through some of the lingerie I bought her on an earlier trip, and she decided to tease me with it. I readjusted myself in my pants. She was wearing a bodysuit with leather straps all over it. It must have taken at least 10 minutes for her to put it on correctly. The red lace covered her caramel tits and had a small square for her pussy, while her ass was a simple continuation of the lace as a thong. Her stretch marks were like icing on her hips and ass, and I wanted nothing but to like them and use them to take my pleasure as I fucked her in that tight, unused hole. The leather straps did nothing to cover such beauty, as they connected the piece together by crossing each other. The first cross was in the back, transcending from the collar oriented around her neck. Crossing the top of her back, the same red leather reached around to her front and crossed around her waist and stomach. As the cross extended further back, the red leather attached to the thong I so badly wanted to rip off.

Seeing that collar around her neck made me as hard as a rock. I knew she was ready. We talked about things she wanted to explore sexually, but it was about time she was properly introduced to my world. I talked to her about punishments before, but I had been pardoning them, seeing as she wasn't all too familiar with my dominant tendencies. 

Dismissing the meeting, I made sure that I did all the work I needed to do in order to head back home. I was going to see la mia bellisima princessa (my beautiful princess).

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Ariyah's POV:

All I got back from Mariano was a regular text message.