Page 213 of Roberto

I brushed it off and played the flirty coquette – because I liked him, and because I wanted him, and because Ireallywanted to fuck him again.

But in my head, a quiet little siren was going off:

Red flag, girl.

Roberto Rosolini is fucked UP.

On the other hand…

So was I.

Maybe we were a better match than I could have imagined.

We had sex in the shower, which wasamazing.

Then we had sex again in bed, which was fuckingfantastic.

When he asked me to dig my fingernails into his back, I complied – mostly because I wanted to come so badly, I would have done anything he asked.

But after he came – all over my belly and chest, which I liked – I suggested a second shower so I could clean off his cum.

“I agree,” he said. “I don’t want to get any blood on your sheets.”

When I saw what I’d done, I kind of freaked out.

I’d literally gouged his skin in half a dozen places, and blood was trickling down his back.

He laughed and reassured me that he’d wanted it.

I’d had plenty of clients whom I’d done worse to as a dominatrix –

But theylikedthe pain.

They gotoffon it.

Not Roberto.

Hegot off oncontrol.

And that was the first inkling I had that Roberto wasn’t just fucked up…

But that he might bedangerous.

Lotsof red flags…

But it didn’t keep me from wanting him.

In fact…

It made me want himmore.

All the red flags, though, receded into the distance as we lay in bed together afterwards.

I asked him playfully if he’d learned everything he’d done to me from the sex worker he’d lost his virginity to.

While he said ‘yes,’ he implied that she’d taught him over a period of time.

When I pressed further, he said, “I paid Vittoria enough that she could stop working at the brothel. I was her sole client for a couple of years.”

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