Page 27 of The Enslaved Duet

I blushed at the memory of the dinner we’d shared after he’d eaten my cum from between my legs and settled me in my kneeling position back beside his chair. Then, he’d proceeded to feed me from his heaping plate ofpasta alla Genovese,deftly spinning the noodles into his spoon and then waiting until I parted my lips to place the twirled bite on my tongue.

It had been oddly erotic to look into his eyes as he fed me, to watch as he studied my lips closing, my throat swallowing. Fresh arousal had swelled in my pussy and leaked down my legs. It was only at the end of the meal, when we’d finished his goblet of wine and my favourite pasta, that Alexander had acknowledged his effect on me by ordering me to stand. He’d then cupped my weeping sex, our eyes locked fiercely, and drawn his hand away wet with my juices.

He offered me two of his damp fingers.

I stared at them for a long moment, my mouth watering shamefully.

“Taste how wet I make you,topolina,” he encouraged lowly, smearing his index finger over my parted lips before sliding them over my tongue.

My mouth closed instinctively, and I sucked hard when he groaned at the sensation.

He pulled away from me too soon and placed his two other fingers at his mouth, sucking them off with a long pull of his pale pink lips.

I was panting by the time his hand fell away.

“You were an excellent slave tonight,” he’d praised. “Tomorrow, you’ll get your reward.”

I blinked away the memory and focused on him. “My mama’s pasta is better.”

Alexander blinked, and then his pursed lips smiled. “Defiant to the last, even when you’re eager for me to touch you again.”

I snorted, determined to regain my atavism. “I wouldn’t hold your breath for that… actually, no, please do.”

This time, I received a low, sinister chuckle. “Careful,bella. If I were to touch your sweet cunt right now, are you promising me it would not be soaking wet?”

I narrowed my eyes at him even though I could feel the heavy pulse of lust thrum at the base of my groin. “And here I thought I was the one who’d need help understanding English.”

His eyes flashed in warning, but to my surprise, he didn’t give in to my taunting. Instead, he threw back the covers, exposing every naked, carved marble inch of him.

My eyes felt as if they would fall out of my head at the sight.

He was clearly not an indolent lord who spent all of his time indoors drinking scotch, reading, and writing letters.

No, this man was an athlete, his long lines of strength individually striated under his golden hued skin so that I could’ve traced each boxed abdominal, every lean thigh muscle under my fingertip.

My mouth went dry.

Alexander moved to the edge of the bed beside me and stood so that suddenly I was dwarfed by his awesome height. He had to be at least six foot four by the way he towered over my own impressive height.

“I will not be drawn into your games like those silly, virginal Italian boys you dealt with in Naples, led around by their dicks and your beauty. I am a grown man and a seasoned Dominant; you’d do best to remember that and not continue to taunt me into conceding control. Is that understood?”

“If you’re so damned controlled, I think you can withstand a little taunting from an inexperienced Italian girl,” I retorted, stepping even closer so I was toe to toe with him.

Desire burned in his eyes, and I knew he wanted to punish me for my insolence.

A shiver nibbled at the base of my spine.

“I don’t have time to show you just how utterly inexperienced you are at the moment because I have meetings this morning. You are here to commence what will be part of your daily chores.”

My eyebrows shot into my hairline. “Being your sex slave isn’t enough, now I have toclean?”

His lips twitched with humour before he could screw them shut. “You will begin each day by tending to me the way my valet, Murphy, would. He is currently on a much-needed vacation in Scotland with his family and so, the duty must fall to my slave.”

He moved away from me, walking across the plush Persian rugs to opened double doors that seemed to lead into a walk-in closet.

“Come.”

I cursed under my breath in Italian but followed him.