IT was a cold dark night. Somewhere in the city was the opening of the new Opera house that Vincenzo Armani created. The business mogul wanted to expand his business. In front of the Opera house there were a lot of people in front it waiting to get...
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I NEVER THOUGHT that I would be someone who would have phone sex but Vincenzo is pushing my limits. After the orgasm I thought that he would have hanged up but we talked before he asked me to come over for dinner and here I am, once again in front of his mansion.
The building is as intimidating as ever but there is still an ethereal beauty that surrounds it. I pat the dress that I am wearing, weeks have gone by, seasons have change and I am wearing a spring dress that showcase the weather.
It formed against my top before it flowed down and there is a slit. I love this dress and I also want to provoke Vincenzo, I want to see the power I hold over him. I don't know when these thoughts formed in my head but I didn't mind at all.
I counted till three before I rang the bell, it wasn't long before the door was opened. My gaze raked over the fine man in front of me. This style of clothing isn't something that I have seen him wear. His style tends to be suits and the last time when I came over he was wearing jogging and a t-shirt, so this is a pleasant surprise.
I really like this look on him. I made eye contact with him and my mouth dried up, he always look at me like he is about to ravage me any moment as of now. The feeling was for sure mutual, I just wanted to jump on his bones, food be damned. But I don't want to waste it.
"You look..." he slowly raked me over once again, "beautiful." His eyes are intense, it makes me freeze and my core throbs at the way he looks at me.
"Thank you. You look good too!" A smile formed on his face at that, "thank you bellissima, come inside." The moment I stepped inside the aroma of something delicious smacked in to me, I like that he cooks for me. What better way to make me like him more if not through food.
"Let's go to the dining room, dinner is almost done." He puts his hand at my lower back before he ushered me to the place. There were already two sets of plates on the dining table, and some of the food were already on the table. All of this is making me feel special.
"Do you like wine, bellissima?" I turn towards him and I gasp, he was closer than before. My heart started pounding, my ears felt hot. "Yes..." I couldn't even focus on the question. My tongue flicked over my lips, his eyes followed the motion.
"Do you want me to kiss you, bellissima?" He cradles my face in to his hands, the only thing that I could do was nod. "I need you words, Nellie."
"I want you to kiss me, Vincenzo." He bows and softly touches my lips. The kiss is soft and warm, he pulls me closer to him but the kiss stays innocent but I know he wants more I can feel it with the way his dick is hardening against me.
He softly detaches from lips, his eyes keeps looking at me before he pecks it a couple more times.
• • •
The dinner is going well, all the food that he made all taste so good. While my dads cooking are good there is something different about his cooking. I made sure that I didn't drink much of the wine since I didn't want to get tipsy, I wanted to be sober for this evening.
I have also learned so much more about him. He has a younger sister whose name is Valentina, I could see the love he has for her when she is talking about him and he also talked a bit about his mother. She is staying in Italy at the moment while holding down a small floral business.
Whenever the conversation steer to his father he closes down, his walls build themselves back but whenever I notice that I make sure to change the conversation to something else. This is the moment to get to know him, I didn't want him to close of to me.
But I know that there is something between him and his father, I could see with the way he acted at the auction and now when his father is topic.
He would need to wait to be the chairman when his father steps down and gives it to him or when he dies. While there is something between father and son, he doesn't want his father to die.
I also asked him what his favourite color is and he was like he didn't have one but now there is this particular shade of brown that he likes. My face heated up at that, he was basically describing the color of my eyes and the whole time he was gazing in to them.
"In a couple of months there will be an annual board meeting to talk about the progress of the company and I would like you to be my date." He asks at one point, "I would love to be your date. Would I be singing there?"
"At the begin and the end, for the in-between I would like you to be close to me." My heart raced at the last part.
Our conversation kept being lighthearted during the whole dinner, I don't think that after this day my feeling would stay sexual but we are still only in the early stages so I will see. After our dinner was done he took the plates.
"Let me help you." I stood up, "it's fine, bellissima. You are my guest, you won't be doing any of that." He shut me down and went to the kitchen, he put them in the dishwasher before he came back and we then went to the living room.
The conversations still weren't done.
"So your sister really did—," my sentence was ended to the bell ringing, Vincenzo looked confused. "I am not expecting anyone." He stood up and went to the door. A deep older masculine voice came out before the man came inside.
It was his father, Vincenzo looked annoyed. "Padre, I want you to leave." The older male didn't even listen, his eyes then turned towards me. "What is she doing here?" The tone in which he asked rubbed me off the wrong way.
"You don't need to know why she is here, don't even ask about her, don't think about her and don't look at her." He ordered. The older male narrowed his eyes, "è quello il senso comunicare con il vostro father? all per una ragazza?" I didn't know how to act in this situation.
"Leave, if you don't want this to get messy." Vincenzo calmly said but looking at him he was anything but calm.
"Cosa riuscirai a farmi, ragazzo?" At that Vincenzo look like he was about to do something drastic, I went over to him without looking at the father. I lay my hand on his arm, "I will be going so that you can talk with your father." I softly say.
He didn't like that all, "call me." I say, I started going before he tugged me in to him. He clashed our lips together. My face heated up at that, this is the second time that we are kissing in front of his father.
"You are the only one that matters, bellissima." My heart thuds at that but I didn't say anything before I left.
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È quello il senso comunicare con il vostro padre? All per una ragazza? • is that the way to talk to your father? All for a girl? [Italian]
Cosa riuscirai a farmi, ragazzo? • what will you be able to do to me boy? [Italian]
Queen of the night is one of my favourite aria's, so if I use it multiple times at least the reason is known now.
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