Elsa

"Just like fucking that, piccola monella." He rips off his suit coat and tosses it onto a worn leather chair. Then he starts unbuttoning his vest. I can see the outline of his erection through his trousers. God, I want that thick cock so badly.

"Do not deliberately disobey me. You will not like the consequences."

Or maybe I will.

The part of me that loves to push him, that wantd more of his sternness, pouts up at him. "That's not romantic at all."

His vest hits the floor and he unfastens his cufflinks, one at a time, his eyes never leaving mine. I am caught, mesmerized, hardly able...