Chapter 4

Once they stepped through the swinging doors, Niccolo dimmed the lights, then pushed her gently up against a long, metal prep table and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss forcefully, pushing herself frantically against his strong body. She could feel his erection through his thin chef’s pants and it made her quiver with anticipation.

After a moment, Niccolo pulled back. Reaching behind him, he swung open a refrigerator door and pulled out a glass of tiramisu. Then he pointed to the opposite end of the kitchen. “Turn around and walk over there,” he commanded.

Silently, she obeyed, moving slowly so that he’d get a good view of her round butt as she walked. When she reached the opposite end of the kitchen, she swung around to face him.
“Now take off your clothes.”

Eager to please, she quickly began to pull down the straps of her black jumpsuit.

“Stop,” he ordered. “Do it again. Slowly.”

She shivered slightly at his deep, assertive voice, then did as he asked, moving each strap down seductively and trailing her fingers over her smooth skin as she did. Niccolo’s eyes smoldered as he watched her strip.

As she pulled the jumpsuit down over her torso, she hesitated for just a second, knowing that she’d gained a few pounds since her arrival in Italy. Then she pushed the negative thought out of her mind, reminding herself that she’d only gained back the weight she’d lost in Boston. She didn’t want to look ‘gaunt and depressed’ anymore, and she was grateful that she’d gained back her curves.

Nonetheless, she sucked her stomach in a bit—after all, she’d eaten an enormous amount that day and didn’t want Niccolo to be aware of her gluttony.

Finally naked except for her lacy lingerie and black stilettos, she waited for his next command.

“Leave the heels on. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

Alessandra had never been asked to do anything like this by a sexual partner before, but she felt strangely empowered. Even though he was the one giving the commands, she could see the power her actions had over him. He was devouring her body with his eyes. So she did as she was told, the alcohol in her system blunting the cold of the polished concrete floor.

She crawled slowly, watching his almond shaped eyes narrow greedily as she neared him. When she was only a few feet away, he removed his chef’s coat to reveal his ripped torso underneath. Then he stepped out of his white pants and pulled down a pair of tight black boxer briefs to reveal his perfectly shaped cock. It was long and thick, and it pulsed with desire for her.

She watched, intrigued, as he spooned a dollop of thick cream onto his erection. “Lick it for me, Dolcezza. Savor it.”

Her vagina pulsed with want for him as she sat up on her knees and licked slowly up and down his shaft. She groaned with pleasure at the thick, rich dessert on her tongue and the feel of him below it. He grasped the back of the metal table with his hands as though clutching on for dear life.

Once the cream was gone, she moved to put him fully in her mouth, but he pulled away. “Tempting,” he growled seductively, “but I just needed you to get a taste. Now it’s your turn.”

With that, he grabbed her hands and pulled her upwards to a standing position. Placing his hands around her waist, he bent low to kiss her shoulder, then licked her ear. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her arms from the pleasure.

Unhooking her bra in one swift movement, he moved lower, giving one of her nipples a gentle lick. Then he moved closer to place it fully in his mouth. As he sucked, her blood pounded through her veins and she could feel both nipples hardening.

Moving on to her torso, he licked small circles over her tan, creamy skin, then slid his tongue lower to graze underneath her pelvic bone. She gasped as he grabbed the string of her thong in his teeth and pulled it downwards. She could feel his warm breath moving across her skin as she stepped out of her thong and her nakedness was fully revealed to him.

Seeming to sense exactly what she needed, Niccolo gripped her butt cheeks in his hands and pulled her close, his mouth moving to her clit. He was gentle at first, flicking the tip lightly with his tongue, teasing her. Then, when he could feel her wetness growing, he moved his tongue more assertively, tasting her and allowing the warmth to build within her body.

Time stood still for Alessandra as the beautiful man worked his tongue over her, causing her body to pulse with yearning. Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer, and she felt a release. Spasm after spasm of pleasure raced through her body and she felt her knees weaken as she came harder than she’d ever come before.

Returning to a standing position, Niccolo grasped her perky breasts in his palms appreciatively, then bent to whisper in her ear, “Turn around, face the table.”

Alessandra did as she was told, and listened as he moved behind her. “Now put your hands behind your back.” Again, she obeyed. She could feel him tying her hands with some sort of rope, then heard the sound of a condom packet opening.

When he was finished, he ran his hands over the curves of her waist, then asked, “Is this okay with you?”

“More than okay,” Alessandra assured him, desire apparent in her voice.

As soon as she spoke the words, she could feel the tip of his giant cock grazing her butt cheeks, then entering her. She gasped in excitement as he filled her, bending her over the edge of the table and pounding into her rhythmically.

As he fucked her, he grabbed her hair in his fist assertively. His confidence in taking charge made her feel turned on and feminine—it was a rush to submit herself fully to him and surrender to his complete control.

Time seemed to stand still as he dominated her, until finally they both came in unison, moaning in pleasure together.

Immediately, he removed the tie around her wrists. “Creative,” Alessandra laughed, raising her eyebrows, as she realized he’d used his chef’s belt to restrain her.

Ignoring her comment, Niccolo gave her naked body another appraising look and said, “You are a rare beauty.”

She blushed, “Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”

He smiled at her, handing her the black jumpsuit from off the floor. She put it back on and walked to the bathroom to clean up, her body still buzzing with satisfaction.

Alessandra returned from the bathroom to find Niccolo seated at one of the dining tables, candle light flickering across his handsome face. He gestured her over to the seat across from him. When she sat down, her face reddened as she realized what was on the table—it was the glass of tiramisu from the kitchen.

He noticed her gaze, and smiled haughtily at her. “You seemed to enjoy my dessert, so I thought you may want to finish it.” As he spoke, he pulled his chair next to hers and gave her a small kiss. Then he filled a small spoon with the dessert and placed it to her lips.

Somehow, the stars had aligned and a gorgeous man was feeding her a decadent dessert in Italy. Alessandra couldn’t believe her luck.