THE ESCORT

THIRTY-FOUR |. YOU'RE SO VERY OPEN

A/N:

Don't be confused my dear people. During the entirety of the scenes, Angelo would be referred to as 'Sir', because we're obviously in Elodie's head, and since that's what she's been asked to do...well, you get it.

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Angelo stroked a finger up her cheek, lingering briefly on her jaw.

Then, she felt his hands on her waist, pulling up the material of her dress. His fingers were firm, sure. By the time the hem was right under her breasts, Elodie was bare from the waist down, she jerked and started to stand upright.

"Stay in place, my little fire." His hand pressed on her back, unmoving until she resumed her position, hands braced on the bed. And then he touched her, massaging her sore buttocks, murmuring in pleasure. "You have a beautiful ass, Elodie. Just right for my hands."

His fingers slid down the crack between her cheeks, touched her folds so intimately that she gasped.

"You're wet for me already," Sir rumbled. He slid his fingers through her wetness over and over until her slit was on fire and her hips squirmed uncontrollably. But she managed to keep her hands still.

"You didn’t move. Good girl," he said, and the approval in his voice filled her with pleasure.

Elodie felt so proud of herself, and luxuriated in the warmth his praises provided.

"Turn around now." He helped her stand and smoothly pulled her dress over her head, leaving her completely naked. "Ah, you are a beautiful woman, uccellino," he said, his eyes heating as he took his time looking her over, his gaze as warm as his hands had been.

Sir really did act like she was pretty. She could listen to that all night.

His warm hands ran up her arms. "Your skin is like expensive velvet, El," Sir murmured before stroking across her collarbone.

Her nipples tightened even before he touched them and stroked them with his fingertips into aching need.

"Up on the bed now," he said, his voice deep, smooth.

He pushed her ahead of him until she reached the middle. With steady hands, he rolled her onto her back; the way he handled her so easily shocked her.

Then, he straddled her, one knee on each side of her waist. She stared up at him. His jaw was strong, darkly shadowed, and his firm lips curved a little in a smile.

He stroked her hair. "Do you trust me not to hurt you, Elodie?"

She nodded, and he waited until she whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." His eyes never leaving hers, he picked up her hand and lifted it toward the head of the bed, wrapped a soft strap around it. And then he did the other. So quickly, so easily, and then he moved to lie beside her.

When Sir's eyes left hers, she felt shock sear through her.

Elodie yanked against the straps, realizing her vulnerability. God, what had she done? She was naked, and he was… the last time he'd tied her up was memorable alright. But, it wasn't like this. "No. I don’t like this. Let me go."

"Baby, look at me.” He cupped her cheek in one big hand, forcing her to meet his dark gaze. His level, straight gaze." Trust me to take care of you, uccellino. Can you do that?"