Page 73 of The Don

“Good.” I sit and gesture for Eliza to take her place opposite me. “Dante, let them know we’re ready for the next course.”

“Wait, I need to clean up first.” Eliza leaps out of her chair and begins to scoop the food into the broken pieces of the plates.

“Leave it.” However, she continues to clean up the mess. “Amorina,” I say in a darker tone. Her hands still, and she lifts her chin to look at me. “Leave it,” I command with finality.

Eliza rises to her feet, places what she has gathered on the table, and sits. “They’re going to think—”

I hold up my hand to stop her. “They can think whatever they want. I don’t care, and neither should you.”

Eliza wrings her hands together in her lap as she chews on the inside of her cheek. “It must be liberating to be like that.”

“How?”

Cherise returns with a server holding two plates, but when she sees the mess we’ve made, she darts her eyes toward me, then Eliza. “Let me clear this up.” Cherise makes quick work of cleaning the table, leaving and returning with a new crisp white tablecloth.

“Sorry,” Eliza says as her face turns crimson.

Cherise can clearly see the embarrassment on Eliza’s face, and when she looks to me I stare at her. “These things happen.”

“I’m sure they do,” I say as I relax back in my seat and wipe at the corner of my mouth.

Eliza gasps and Cherise’s brows lift as she smirks. Cherise smooths the tablecloth, then gestures to the server for the dishes. “Silverware,” she says to the server who rapidly leaves. “Gnocchi in burnt butter and sage.” The server returns and lays two sets of flatware on the table.

When she leaves, Eliza leans over her plate with wide eyes. “I’m morbidly embarrassed. She knows what we did.”

“I have no doubt, Amorina. Now, eat.”

She picks her fork up and stabs a gnocchi. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“Is your pussy ready for my mouth again?” Eliza lifts her hand to conceal her face. “I’m ready for another taste of you.”

“We should eat,” she squeaks.

“You could eat your gnocchi while I eat you.”

Her hand lowers to her chest. “You have to stop.”

“I don’t have to do anything but make you come over and over again so I can drink every drop you give me.”

“I’m beginning to think you enjoy...” she pauses and makes a circular movement toward her lower body. “This.”

“You truly have no idea how beautiful you are.” Eliza smiles. “And you can call it a pussy or a cunt. Either is fine with me.”

“No, I’m not going to say either.”

I eat some gnocchi as I watch my woman. “I’ll tell you what.”

She lifts her eyes and stops chewing. “What?” Eliza says with a half-chewed gnocchi in her mouth.

“I won’t touch you again until you tell me you want my mouth on your pussy.” She needs to learn that she controls her body, and I’ll never force her to do anything she doesn’t want. God only knows that I’ll devour every inch of her, but if she can’t verbalize her desires, I can’t be sure what she wants.

“You won’t touch me?” Eliza’s sadness spills out in her tone.

“No.”

Once she gives me permission, I’ll fuck her, and keep fucking her for a lifetime, but she has to be in control or she won’t fully surrender to me or herself. She needs to know she’s safe with me. Inside the bedroom, and outside of it.

“Do you really like the way I...” She looks around, then leans over to whisper, “taste?”

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