DESIDERIO: A Short Story | 18+

The Arrangement

Matteo picked the bags up and Dante held my hand as we walked to the car.

The drive there was breathtaking. The lush green mountains, endless blue sea, radiant homes, and colorful flowers scattered everywhere. My head was on my hands as they rested on the door taking in the scenery.

I assumed we were here, but I couldn't see the house yet. It was surrounded by a large gate.

Dante put in a code and drove up a small hill. The plants were trimmed to perfection and the grass was well manicured. Flowers and trees peeked from the surrounding area. When the house came into view I was dumbfounded. It was massive. Yards of land going in all directions. I also spotted a pool as we drove closer. A shaded area beside it.

It must have taken us at least 5 minutes to get to the driveway.

"Go look around. We'll take these inside." Matteo gestured to my bags.

I went to the pool and lingered by the flower beds. I took my shoes off feeling the grass under my feet.

The view was beautiful. I could see the ocean from here and the stacked homes on the mountain. It was surreal.

I could hear them walking towards me. Hands wrapped around my waist. A chin rested on my head.

"You want to stay out here for a bit? Use the pool maybe?"

"Can I?"

"You can do anything you want, Jasmine."

I didn't stay outside long because I wanted to look around inside. They showed me around and I was in awe with each room. Although each room held a different experience, everything tied together nicely. I hadn't seen all the rooms though. Only on one side of the house.

"This is where we will be staying?"

"We?"

"Yes. We want to have access to you at any moment. Are you okay with that?" Matteo picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

"Yes." He was so handsome.

He showed me around the room with me in his hands. Then sat us down. I laid my head on his shoulder.

He kissed my cheek and turned me around. My back against his chest. Dante was sitting on the bed already looking at me.

"We usually don't share women," Matteo said squeezing my breast, his other hand roaming over my body. He faced me to him again. I think he just likes handling me as he pleases. And I enjoyed that.

"But.."

Matteo tilted my head up to look at him. He was gorgeous. The kind that'll make you sin, with a smile. Which I intend to do.

"...we needed to have you." His accent heavier now.

Matteo's hand trailed down my neck. Moving lazily over my throat, between my breasts, and kept moving until the top of my shorts. His hand slipped under them. His thumb pressed against me rubbing me through my panties. I breathed out looking at him smiling at me.

They teased me all day. Soft touches here, grabbing there, and kissing me like they wanted to eat whole.

He bit my ear. "Fiore. You're wet, aren't you?" The question is more a statement than anything else. Like he knew I was.

Taking a breath, my mind vividly flashed images of them over me. Touching me, licking me, fucking me. Having me how they wanted. I wanted Matteo's hands all over me or his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to have me.