Page 13 of Dark Masquerade
“Or perhaps we should invite someone to join us.”
Elli’s eyes opened wider. “A threesome?”
“What do you think? If we’re getting real here, one of my fantasies is to watch you getting fucked by another man—as long as I could join in afterward, of course.”
Elli thought about it for a long moment. “If it would turn you on, I wouldn’t be against it. Who did you have in mind?”
Aldo adjusted himself so he could study her reaction. “A professional. Someone who can be trusted to be discreet.”
“We’re really talking about this, huh?” Elli was getting turned on now.
Aldo shifted, so he was on his knees, between her legs. He started to unbutton her jeans as he talked. “A young man. I’d ask him to undress you slowly so I could film your delectable body as he revealed each piece of skin.” He tugged her jeans off and then pulled her t-shirt over her head. Elli grinned at him as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra, then took her nipple in his mouth greedily, sucking and teasing. His fingers were on her belly, stroking a circle around her deep navel. He smiled up at her as he released her nipple and moved to the other. “I would tell him to suck on your nipples as he finger-fucked your bellybutton. Meanwhile, I would fuck your perfect ass, fingering your clit until you were begging for your sweet cunt to be filled.”
He was sliding her panties down and then his mouth was on her clit, sucking and biting gently as Elli shivered and moaned. He paused for breath and smiled up at her. “Then I would ask him to fuck you, hard and rough, as I film his cock plunging in and out of your vagina.” He slid two fingers into her damp cunt, then, and Elli writhed with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, Aldo …”
A third finger slid inside her and she bucked against his hand. “Aldo, please, I want your cock. I need your cock inside me.”
Aldo unzipped his pants and pulled his tumescent cock out, hard and quivering with arousal. “You want this, pretty girl?”
She nodded, and removing his hand, he obliged, fucking her hard as they began to describe kinkier ways to fuck. Aldo pinned her hands above her head as he tumbled her off the couch, onto the carpet. “I would love to see this incredible body in a leather harness,” he said, clamping her legs around him and thrusting deep inside her. “There’s just something about seeing you bound and helpless …you weren’t happy with the blindfold, but what if you couldseewhat I was about to do to you, but you were still helpless to stop it? We could role play …you could be the political prisoner. I could be your torturer …I mean in a way you enjoyed,” he added, seeing her eyes widen in surprise. “Nothing dangerous.”
Elli relaxed, and they made love until they were both breathless and sated.
They got to live out one fantasy a few nights later. Aldo brought Elli to a New Year’s Eve gala benefit held in one of the city’s beautiful art museums. He introduced Elli to the man who had organized the gala, Maceo Bartoli, Venice’s most celebrated art dealer. Elli liked the man immediately; his merry eyes and sweet smile belied the handsome face. With a pang, she realized mid-conversation that he reminded her so much of Indio that her chest began to hurt. Indio before the darkness, before he had left her. Maceo, his dark curls highlighted with silver, introduced Elli to his wife, Orianthi, a dark-haired beauty who had as much mischief in her eyes as her husband.
Ori bore Elli off to grab some drinks from the waiters who glided gracefully and discreetly around the gathering. Ori took an orange juice for herself, nodding down to her swollen belly. “This one won’t let me drink for another three months.”
She glows, Elli thought, warming to the other woman. “Is it your first?”
Ori shook her head, grabbing a canape from a tray and shoving it into her mouth in a way that Elli approved of. “No, we have a son too. Dario. He’ll be eight soon—a charmer just like his dad. How long have you and Aldo been together?”
“Just a couple of months. It’s early days. Have you known him long?”
“A while, but not well. He’s kind of private. We don’t see him out much. He’s a home boy, I think, especially since his fiancée died. Awful, that was. I know something about being stabbed, so when Maceo met him, just after Yvetta died, Maceo told him about our history. I think it helped to talk to someone who knew what it was like.”
“Maceo was stabbed?”
Ori shook her head. “No, I was. By a psychotic asshole who thought woman were possessions. But I nearly died, and Maceo went through hell. At least I had morphine. So he could relate to how Aldo felt. I hope it helped Aldo come to terms.” She smiled at Elli. “Sorry, this is morbid. Let’s change the subject. Are you in love with Aldo’s home? I have such envy—not that Maceo wouldn’t build one for me if I asked, but still. Whoever designed and built it for Aldo was a genius.”
Elli felt her chest clench a little, but she asked the question anyway, keeping her tone casual. “Do you know who the architect was?”
Ori shook her head and leaned in conspiratorially. “I don’t, but I heard he was some kind of player. Don’t quote me on this, because I don’t know for sure, but there were rumors that Yvetta was sleeping with him and that he may have had something to do with her murder. Of course, it was never proved and her murder is unsolved still. Hey, are you okay?”
Elli had paled. It couldn’t be Indio. Itcouldn’t.He would never hurt another person …would he? Her nightmare came back to her and she shivered. She tried to smile at Ori. “I’m fine, honestly. Just such a lot of pain to cope with …I just feel for Aldo.”
“I know. Hey,” Ori said, apparently wanting to distract her, “You’re a journalist, right? I read your interview with Aldo and was inspired to read some of your other stuff. You’re really talented.”
Elli flushed with pleasure. It meant a lot to her that this lovely woman liked her work. “Thank you, Ori. You’re very kind. If you ever wanted to tell your story, please think of me.”
Ori hooted a little. “I’m not that interesting, believe me. Come on, let’s look around.”
An hour later, Aldo, catching up with her, bent his mouth to her ear. “Meet me upstairs in the small balcony above the O’ Keefe. Do you see it?”
She nodded and he disappeared. In a minute or so, she left Ori with Maceo and followed Aldo upstairs. The marbled hallway echoed with the chatter from below, but it was empty. As she got to the balcony, Aldo pulled her roughly into the little alcove that overlooked the gathering.
He kissed her passionately, then began to hitch up the skirt of her dress. Elli grinned, and when he encountered bare flesh instead of underwear, he looked up in surprise. “I thought something like this might happen …well, Ihopedit would,” she whispered. Aldo stood and kissed her again.
