Page 88 of Tainted Obsession 1
“We’re alone up here, and the garden will shield us.”
It’s impossible for anyone in a building across the street to see her naked body through the dense, carefully curated foliage.
I trace the line of her pouty lips. “If anyone does catch us up here, they will see the most beautiful woman in the world giving herself to me.”
She flushes and squirms against me. “Massimo…”
“Would you like that,farfallina?” I tease, easing the thin straps of her dress down her arms. “Do you want me to show off what’s mine?” I cup her breast, and she arches into me with a gasp. Her nipple is hard beneath my palm, her body primed for me. “Everyone would want you, but they would know that you belong to me.”
Her dress slides down her slender legs, dropping to the intricate mosaic that decorates the center of the garden in a sunburst pattern. Her porcelain skin is partially shaded by the thick foliage around us, small rays of sunlight dappling her willowy body. The light catches on her diamond necklace, shimmering hypnotically.
I could stare at her like this for hours, admiring her perfection.
A wicked idea sparks through my lust-drunk haze.
I grasp her hips and guide her to step back, until her thighs touch one of the raised flower beds. Huge peonies surround her, the soft pink hue of the blooms contrasting beautifully with the remarkable shade of her peridot eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I step away briefly.
I pick up her new camera from the glass table and turn it on.
“I’m not a photographer, but you are art,dolcezza.”
I capture her beautiful blush and small, shy smile with the first click of the camera.
She holds up her hand in front of her face, embarrassed.
“Massimo.” My name is a protest, but her voice lilts with laughter.
I grasp her wrist and direct her hand to her breast, urging her to tease her nipple.
“Never hide yourself from me.”
Her eyes are wide on mine, her pupils dilated with desire.
I step back and lift the camera again. “Touch yourself.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, her cheeks turning the most beautiful shade of pink.
“Are you embarrassed,farfallina?” I taunt. “You must be wet. Show me.” When she hesitates, I deepen my tone to something more commanding. “Sit and spread your legs.”
My good girl obeys, perching on the polished wooden frame that contains the raised flower bed. Her knees part, and her pussy is barely covered by delicate pink, lace panties.
“Take them off. I want to see your pretty cunt.”
Her fingers tremble with lust and a touch of anxiety, but she does as I ordered. When she sits back in position with her legs spread, her inner thighs glisten with arousal. Her soft pink folds are puffy with desire, and I know her sensitive clit is aching.
“Touch yourself,” I say again, prompting her compliance.
Tentatively, she strokes her clit. Her eyes close on a soft moan, and her head drops back at the first arc of pleasure through her body.
I capture the precious image and then command, “Look at me.”
Her gemstone eyes meet mine, shining brighter than the diamonds around her neck. Her lips are parted on quick, panting breaths.
“Put your fingers inside your pussy. Make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I am,” she insists, even as she obeys. “I want you inside me.”
