Julietta tilted her head in reflective thought. “Are flowers your tool of choice then, signore?”
“I prefer the bullwhip.”
Brad heard her sharp intake of breath, and enjoyed watching her swallow down her fear. He pulled back her hair and nuzzled her neck, explaining, “I like to tie my women up, vulnerable and naked, so I can show them the many characteristics of my whip. I want them to feel both the pleasure and pain I can cause.”
Julietta let out a soft whimper.
“I have the power to lightly lick your skin with my whip or take your breath away with its hard slash.”
He felt her tremble in his arms.
“Tonight, however, we will simply challenge your pussy with my cock.”
She moaned, turning toward him for a kiss. Brad fisted her hair and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, aching to feel the tight confines of her pussy.
“Padrone…”
He pulled at her panties. “Yes, secret?”
“Please…” she whispered lustfully.
He removed her panties and asked her to stand before him as he slowly undressed. There was always the chance she would balk when he revealed his naked cock for the first time. Brad watched her eyes as he unzipped his pants and lowered both his briefs and slacks—his shaft standing proud and ready before her.
Julietta’s lips trembled as she stared at it.
He kicked his pants away and smirked. “Are you ready to test your limits?”
She nodded.
Brad lay on his back on the cold marble bench, his manhood standing straight and tall. “Come here and lower yourself onto me. Let’s find out how much of my cock you can take.”
Julietta approached him, a coy smile on her lips. He was grateful she appreciated a good challenge.
Helping her to straddle him, Brad grasped his shaft and held it still as she rubbed her soft folds against it.
“That’s right. Get it thoroughly wet with your excitement. It’ll make it easier for me to pound you.”
Her eyes lit up at the mention of pounding, and she smiled at him as she pushed her opening against the head of his massive cock.
“Bounce against it.”
Julietta began bouncing up and down, her tight pussy resistant to the girth of his shaft. But the woman was not deterred and continued to rub and press herself against it until she succeeded in taking the head of his shaft.
When it slipped inside, Brad groaned deeply, closing his eyes to savor the caress of her strong inner muscles. Julietta began grunting and crying out as she tried to take more of his length. He put his hands on her waist to help, but consciously chose not to force her to take more than she could handle.
He could seriously hurt a woman if he wasn’t careful.
After several minutes of focused attempts, she looked down at him and sighed. His cock was buried halfway into her mound, and that appeared to be all her body could take. Knowing what he had to work with, Brad made a mental note of the depth before he took control and began moving her up and down his branch of a shaft.
Julietta threw her head back and cried out loudly.
He chuckled. “Shhh… We don’t want people following your cries of passion.”
She bit her lip but kept her head back as he gave her what she could handle. Experience had taught him that few could take his full length, and body type was no indicator—young Brie had been a prime example and a welcomed surprise. Normally he concentrated on the intense stimulation around the head of his cock rather than lament at the lack of depth.
Julietta continued to cry out and groan as she bounced enthusiastically on his shaft. He could have come right then and there, but he needed to dominate her hot pussy so he lifted her off him.
She looked shocked and bereft until he patted the bench, telling her to get on her hands and knees.
Julietta climbed onto it and looked behind her, her eyes widened in fear as he approached with his raging hard-on to position himself. “Relax,” he told her soothingly as he placed one hand on her shapely ass. “I’m in control now.”
She moaned when he pressed his cock against her and forced his way in.
“Rock against me and show me how deep you can take it.”
She began a seductive rocking motion while Master Anderson looked down and observed his cock disappearing inside her depths. When she made no more progress, he grabbed her hips.
“Now that you have fucked my cock, I am going to pound that hot pussy of yours.”
Julietta whimpered in anticipation, tensing as she readied herself for the onslaught.
“Relax,” he reminded her again. “Give in to my need.” Julietta moaned as he grasped her waist. Brad gritted his teeth as he pounded her, concentrating hard on keeping each stroke the same depth.
“Padrone…Padrone…” she cried out in unrestrained passion.
The sexiness of her voice and her wet, willing body proved to be too much. Brad stilled, digging his fingers into her flesh as he blessed her with a massive come. His lustful groan filled the night air, and then there was silence.
Julietta collapsed onto the stone bench when he pulled out. He lay on top of her, partially supporting his weight with his limbs.
“Secret,” he whispered huskily into her ear.
“Si, Padrone, I am your secret,” she agreed softly.
He pressed against her more forcefully, kissing the back of her neck before latching his lips and teeth to her tender skin. He rubbed her clit, bringing her to orgasm as he sucked hard.
Julietta cried out in surprise and then purred as the pleasure washed over her. Brad pulled away, satisfied by the mark he’d left. Invisible to others when covered by her hair, but a physical reminder to her of their night together.
“If you ever find yourself in California, I’d be happy to treat you to a session with my bullwhip.”
Julietta said nothing, but he felt her shiver—whether from the night air, the aftereffects of their inspired fucking, or the mention of the bullwhip, he was unsure.
Brad stood up, picking the flower off the ground and breaking the stem closer to the head of the blossom. When Julietta stood beside him, he tucked it behind her ear and smiled down at her. “My secret.”
“Thank you, Padrone.”
He brushed her cheek lightly before gathering her clothes and helping Julietta into them.
After donning his own, he guided her out of the dark garden and kissed her good night.
“I will consider your invitation,” she murmured, touching the rose in her hair as she left his side.
Brad watched her walk up the stairs of the castle, swaying her hips seductively. She was a special woman, he mused, a true gift to remember Italy by.
He headed up to his bedroom, exhausted but satisfied, and was surprised to find the twins waiting patiently at his door.
“Signore Anderson, you’ve returned!” they squealed in unison.
He shook his head, chuckling as he unlocked his door. “Would you ladies like a nightcap?”
“Per favore!”
Changes
It was a long plane ride home, but Brad used it to organize his list. He was concerned about selling his Denver home. There simply wasn’t enough time for him to do it himself, and the housing market had been in a slump recently. To sell now would mean losing money, and as a businessman, he found that thought goaded him to no end. He’d simply have to come up with another solution that didn’t involve renters. God only knew what they would do to his pristine place.
As far as The Denver Academy, it was harder to give up control of her than he’d thought it would be. Yes, he still had ownership, but someone else would be taking the reins. He was grateful Samantha was staying behind to oversee the transition. The Domme had years of experience as a trainer at the LA Submissive Training Center, and knew firsthand the high standards required.
However, The Academy represented his dreams. Brad had worked hard his entire life to create it. The school was his baby and now it felt l
ike he was abandoning her.
Brad shifted in his seat.
Oh hell, why am I getting all sentimental? Shit, man, it’s just a business investment.
He closed his computer and turned off the overhead light. He needed to rest, that’s all. Closing his eyes, he groaned inwardly when the infant in the seat behind him started crying.
Children were such an unwanted nuisance. Why were they even allowed on planes?
Brad grabbed his headphones and turned the volume up. Forcing his eyes closed again, he took several deep breaths. With determination he finally drifted off to sleep.
There she was…standing at the top of the hill facing toward the mountains. Brad reached out to her.
“Amy.”
She didn’t respond to his voice, so he moved closer, calling her name again.
The beautiful redhead continued to stare ahead without acknowledging him. He had a choice; he knew it in the core of his being.
It was now or never—he could walk away or fight for her love.
He wasn’t willing to lose her again.
“Amy! Turn around and face me.”
The redhead moved her head slightly in response to his voice, but stayed rooted where she was.
He felt the heartbreak all over again. The shock of watching her walk away from him into the arms of another. His voice broke when he called out to her, “Don’t, Amy, don’t let this chance fade away. This is our chance at happiness.”
The redhead looked at her wrist and then to the left, as if she were expecting someone.
“I deserve to be happy,” he stated firmly.
The redhead lowered her head in sorrow as if she’d finally heard him.
“We can forget about the past. It’s about you and me now.”
He saw her shoulders tense as she lifted her head, taking one last look to the left before turning toward him, her lovely hair blowing in the breeze and covering her face. Amy had finally chosen him.
The intense love he felt threatened to unravel his very being. “Damn it, Amy. I love you, I always have…”
The redhead moved the hair from her face and gazed up at him.
His eyes were blinded by a flash of brilliant light shining from her and he was swallowed whole.
Brad jumped in his seat, not only waking himself but also startling the old woman beside him.
“It’s all right, ma’am,” he apologized. “Just woke myself up from a dream is all.”
The elderly lady was dressed in a housecoat, similar to what his grandmother used to wear. She patted his arm, smiling when she asked, “Good dream or bad?”
He thought back on it, and shook his head. The thrill of finally winning Amy’s heart still reverberated inside his very soul, even though he knew it hadn’t been real. He smiled down when he answered, “I’m not sure, really.”
“Assume it was good then,” she advised.
Brad nodded, lying back against the headrest and closing his eyes. The baby started crying again behind him, and he sighed in disgust.
Amy had a child now. There was no turning back. He needed to leave Denver or forever be haunted by a love that could never be returned.
One good thing came from that long plane trip. Brad had gotten up to stretch his legs and noticed a man who looked an awful lot like Nosaka. Seeing the man started Brad down a line of thought that eventually put a smile on his face.
One problem solved, he said to himself, gloating as he walked off the plane.
He called Samantha first and asked her to meet at his house early the next day.
Coming home, he was greeted by a very unhappy kitten. Cayenne purposely avoided him, hiding out under various pieces of furniture and eyeing him accusingly.
“You can pout all you want, little lady, but I know you want me to scratch your chin.”
The orange tabby gave him a pitiful meow.
Brad got onto the floor and held out his arms to her. “Stop being so stubborn. I had to leave. If I could have brought you, I would have.”
She was not moved by his speech, and slunk under the coffee table, turning her back on him.
“Really, such behavior is unbecoming, Cayenne.” Brad chuckled, admiring her obstinance. He knew how much she longed to be caressed but she was determined to punish him, and wasn’t giving an inch.
Brad got up from the floor and rifled through his carry-on, producing a carefully wrapped plant. He freed it from the plastic and held it up to admire. The green plant was housed in an elaborately painted terra-cotta pot. “I want you to know that I got hassled by customs bringing you this treat. But when I saw it I thought of you and couldn’t resist.” He set the potted plant on the floor and waited patiently.
Cayenne stared at the plant, her tail swinging back and forth. He knew she could smell its alluring scent, and she crept a little closer.
“That’s it, little lady.”
She glanced up at him with those green eyes and mewed.
Brad smiled. “Forgiven?”
She cautiously took another step forward and then another as she approached the plant. Cayenne took a sniff and sat down, grabbing the plant with her forepaws in a cat hug as she rubbed her face in the leaves—now oblivious of him.
“So that’s how it is. You just want me for my catnip.”
Cayenne’s eyes grew wide and her tail started twitching crazily. Suddenly, she jumped straight up in the air and took off running, sliding on the wood floors and into a wall. She ran around the room jumping on one piece of furniture before springing off to tackle another—the small kitten making a complete fool of herself.
Brad watched with amusement. After several minutes, Cayenne calmed down and began to meow as she walked toward him. He held out his arms again, and the tabby climbed up them and onto his shoulder.
He scratched under her chin, and the kitten began to purr.
“Are we square then?”
She rubbed her cheek against his chin, claiming him with her scent.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Brad answered the door, pleased that Samantha was even earlier than expected because he had a full day ahead, but stopped short as soon as he saw what she was wearing.
“What the hell do you have on?” he complained, looking at her business suit and tall, sexy heels.
She frowned. “This is what I normally wear to a meeting.”
“Well, I sure hope you can pack in those clothes, Samantha, because we’re going to work while I discuss my plans.”
Undeterred, she undid her jacket and placed it over a chair. Kicking off her heels, she placed them underneath. She then rolled up her sleeves and faced him with a superior grin. “Not a problem.”
Brad nodded in approval. “You look good barefoot. Feel free to take off your clothes if you get uncomfortable.”
With that he pulled off his T-shirt and flexed his pecs for her.
Samantha raised an eyebrow. “Are you propositioning me, Master Anderson? I have my cane in the car.”
He chuckled. “Ah, Samantha, I like your sense of humor. Make no mistake, it would be I who would be caning you.”
Samantha snorted. “In your dreams…”
Cayenne made her appearance, strolling leisurely from Brad’s bedroom and jumping up the arm he offered to settle on his shoulder. She stared at Samantha intensely.
“How did you two get along?” Brad asked.
“She hid the whole damn time. Never saw the cat, but the bowl was always empty and the cat box needed cleaning daily.”
Brad turned toward Cayenne. “You should thank Samantha, little lady. She’s the only reason you had food and water while I was gone.”
Cayenne touched his cheek with her cold little nose and then rubbed her furry face against his jaw.
“She was miffed at me for leaving her and took it out on you, I’m afraid,” he apologized.
“Like I care what the cat does.”
Brad grinned, scratching the feline’s tiny head. “You should, Samantha. Animal
s can teach us a lot.”
Samantha shook her head. “Oh, like your claims that talking to plants is a healthy habit?”
“It is,” he insisted. “If humans interacted with plants and animals on a regular basis, the whole world would be a better place. We’re all connected you know.”
“Says Farmer Joe from Hicktown,” Samantha teased. She glanced around the room. “So where do I start and what did you have me come here to discuss?”
“Before we begin, I must give you this.” Brad handed her a red box with a shiny gold bow.
“You didn’t have to,” she insisted.
“It’s a simple thank you gift.”
Samantha huffed. “Totally unnecessary…” but Brad didn’t miss the slight upturn of her blood-red lips when she untied the bow. Her eyes lit up when she carefully lifted the sleek figurine of a golden glass cat. Stripes of intricate colors highlighted the breathtaking piece of art.
“A little something to remind you of Cayenne and me.”
“It’s truly exquisite,” Samantha exclaimed in awe as she slowly turned the figurine to admire every angle.
“Authentic Venetian glass made by an old man with withered hands that move like an angel’s when he creates.”
Samantha carefully put the glass cat back in its box and took a moment before she spoke. “Thank you for this…”
He put one arm around her, squeezing tight when she tried to pull away. “Ah, it’s nothing. Just wanted to say thanks. Not just for taking care of my little girl, but for handling the transition of The Academy for me.”
She looked up at him, squirming uncomfortably in his embrace. “Think nothing of it, Master Anderson.”
“I’m serious, Samantha. Knowing you’re looking out for my investment means a lot to me.”
She shrugged off his arm and turned to face him. “Look, you gave me a second chance after The Submissive Training Center fired me. I owe you for that.”
“Being equally frank here, it benefitted us both. I respect your skills as a Domme, as well as your uncompromising focus.”
She smiled briefly. “Although I was initially resistant to your comical antics, you managed to run a first-class school here. The businessman in you shines through, even if there’s a prank waiting around the corner at any moment.”