Page 35 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

DANTE

The drive back gives me time to think. The young Italian fashion designer and I connected, and she has a great attitude. After some dancing around in the sit down, she agreed to sign with my fashion company.

The secretive and short meeting after with the three Italian private bankers did not bear fruit. It even got frustrating. I bounced ideas off them on how to keep the castle. Their ideas on how to monetize the building and estate were old-fashioned and far from dynamic.

As we drive back to Tuscany, I sigh. The clock is ticking, and I need a solution and fast.

I look over at Raven, and her sexy legs are up, but respectful. Her delicate feet rest on the old Ferrari console, and I have a hand on her leg.

After a full minute, she puts her hand on mine, and I let her keep it there. For whatever reason, it feels good, maybe too good.

After the next town, as the road gets quieter, she slides my hand down and into her cut-off jeans.

She opens her legs some, and I feel her, wet, waxed, and slick. As I start to get hard, I think ahead, and I plan her next lesson.

I cannot change gears with my hand down her pants, but as we come to the next corner, she reaches over. I put a foot on the clutch, and she shifts the Ferrari down a gear. As we blast out of the corner, we do the same again, and we pick up speed.

Our eyes meet, and nothing is said. For whatever reason, we seem to be connecting naturally.

Raven also seems to know when I need time to think and time for myself.

After too many dates, and in all corners of the world, I’ve come to dislike overly talkative women. Especially gold diggers chirping about nonsense. Even gossip.

For whatever reason, Raven is like me. We only talk when it’s needed, and it is never boring. She has never engaged in idle gossip, and because of that, my subconscious ticks another box.

I slide my hand further into her pants. I need more wetness. “Open a button.”

My student does as she is told, and she even slides them down. She’s not wearing panties, and she is following my sex school rule. As she holds my hand against herself, she shows me how she likes it. As I circle her clit, she eye fucks me.

“You’re a bad student,” I say, watching the vineyards unfold ahead.

“How bad?” my student asks, sounding husky.

“You’re ‘stay late’ bad,” I say, hard, frustrated and contemplating pulling over. I need to take her on the Ferrari hood in the sun.

After sex on the secluded Tuscan beach under the olive trees, we pull up to the castle.

We climb out, stretch, and it’s still sunny.

I lick my fingers as we find each other.

Our eyes are wanting again, but we say nothing and hug.

Her body feels good around me, and her tangy taste starts to make me hard again.

Before I can move, Raven looks back towards the village and a tree. A black dog is staring at us, and he is sitting in the shade as if waiting.

“Tito! What are you doing here?” Raven asks, crouching.

I watch the dog move forward hesitantly, and I think I’ve seen it before. Even a couple of times in the day, in the village and maybe even way back with Nonno.

“He has a collar and name, but no owner’s contact,” Raven says. “Maria said, he has no home.”

The healthy-looking dog walks to Raven, and she rubs his neck. “You hungry?”

I crouch, and the dog sniffs me hesitantly before he wags his tail. He’s good looking and his coat shines in the sun as I pat him. “Tito, my name’s Dante.” I turn to Raven. “What do you think? A table for three?”

Raven smiles, and I stare into Tito’s eyes. “Hungry?”

As we walk to the castle with boxes, bags, and food, I turn back to check on Tito. The dog appears hesitant. “Come on,” I command. “Come on, boy!”

After coercing Tito inside the castle, then into our warm chamber, Raven gives him some steak as I cook a unique pasta dish at the fire. I add Italian spices and take in Raven’s curves.

It’s good to have her home again, even if we are both silent.

We eat on the turret balcony just outside the large room. As we watch the sunset, we drink old wine, eat fresh pasta with fresh bread, along with Tuscan vegetables from the market.

Tito eats more of the fresh meat, and Raven gave him a bowl of water outside.

She also found an old basket, and I got a used blanket for Tito to sleep on. The dog looks over the coast, and then he checks on us. Raven is adorable as she beams, and I watch the young curvy woman at my side.

I feel calm with the two of them here, and I feel more settled than I have in years.

As the sun drops from view, there is silence, and the stars form. I would like to stay and enjoy them, but class is class, and it’s time for education.

As I think about my evening class, Raven must sense something. She leans against me and turns. “Should I be nervous?”

I say it slow and low: “Some.”

Raven does not flinch, but she does pour more wine into her medieval goblet and drink it faster than normal.

“You need to think about what you want to do sexually,” I say. “And what you want me to do to you, Raven. How far we take this is up to you… student.”

Raven blushes, and I know she is getting wet. That’s because I can smell her, and I know her aroma well.

I like it, and as she forces her legs together, I watch her closely.

“I will not tell you not to be nervous, Raven. Because I will have you do things you’ve never done and may never do again.

” Raven gulps. “I will make you come, Raven, and in every way possible that I know. I will also take you in ways no one will ever likely take you again.”

Raven gulps.

“On my fingers. On my tongue. On my cock… And more,” I say. “Now is the time to back out and walk if you’re worried!”

Raven stands, eye fucks me and wiggles out of her shorts. I take her perfect curves in, and she sits on my lap.

I growl at my student, and my fingers find her slick folds. “Spread.”

Raven does as she is told, and I hold her chin. I look into her eyes, and I slide in and hook two fingers up. They find her G-spot, and my seasoned, rough thumb finds her clit.

Raven squirms, opens her legs, and bites her lip. I claim her slowly, and I slide in and out.

As Raven moans louder and longer, I slow. I then pick up speed and intensity. I slow, then repeat my wicked lesson. I do it again, and again, and again.

As I watch Raven’s eyes and face, I can tell she’s unsure if she should hate me or try to mount me.

“You suck,” she says between panting and whimpering.

“Now, now,” I say, teasing her and forcing her to beg me.

As Raven starts to buck against my fingers and chase her orgasm, I whip my hand out without warning.

Raven is furious, but her eyes change when I lick my fingers.

I offer them to her, and I command her to lick. Raven is hesitant, but then she does as she is told.

As she licks them, I slowly finger fuck her mouth. Finally, she pulls back, and I kiss her, probing her mouth with my tongue.

As I lift her up and we stand, I look towards Tito in the corner. “Stay.”

I walk my wet, naked student downstairs, and she holds my hand tight. “Am I going to be alright?”

I take my time in answering, then I decide to say this:

Nothing.

I light the medieval torch with the old matches, and I walk ahead of Raven. She appears nervous as we enter the dungeon, but it’s important to find out now if she is worth keeping around, or she is a girl messing about, a lightweight.

Inside, the things I prepared before dinner are ready for use. The fire ready to be lit. The bucket of hot water and soap.

And the huge container of virgin olive oil.

I light the fire with the torch, and nervous, naked Raven does a three-sixty. As the fire starts to crackle, I slowly remove my clothes. I hang them near the leather whips and horse-riding saddles, and I crack my neck.

As Raven finishes her three-sixty, she finds me naked, the firelight playing on my torso.

“You can stay, or you can go,” I say coldly. I try to act detached, but as I harden, she looks deflated. Deep down, I want her to stay. I also want to be inside her.

As Raven decides, I feel my old ways seeping through my veins. It’s alarming, disturbing, and hot. I have not done anything wild for years, but in the day…

“You will first scrub the plinth,” I say, walking slowly around the waist-high marble platform.

Raven’s eyes sweep the area, and I can see she is on edge. “And then?” she asks anxiously.

“Then we will see how much you are willing to…”

“Take?”

“Learn,” I say. “Learn.”

Raven lifts her chin defiantly, and she looks deep in thought.

“I… I will do what you ask of me,” she finally says.

It’s good because my hard cock gives away my wicked thoughts. I watch firelight flicker on her body, and her slick pussy glints. I see moisture run down her legs as I lick my lips.

I cross my arms as Raven bites her lower lip. Her fists are balled, and I walk around her, inches away. “What must I do?”

“Clean the platform,” I say, “and clean it well.”

Raven, naked, waxed, and wet, uses the bucket of hot water and soap. She scrubs away, and she uses the new brooms and brushes. As the firelight flickers around the room, I get another soap and water bucket ready. On the fire, I warm the fine olive oil.

The best olive oil known to man is pure, and it becomes ultra fluid.

It moves like liquid gold, and as I pour it into the large dragon-shaped vessel, I get as hard as steel. My crown is huge, and it hungers for her tight wet opening.

As my student finishes her cleaning duties, she eyes me nervously. I place the golden dragon down and I check on her work. The white marble plinth is now spotless, but it already was.

That’s because before dinner, I washed it while Tito and her played.

I climb onto the marble platform, and I hold the heavy vessel in my hands. It is warm, it is full, and there are ten pints of virgin olive oil in it.

The liquid is good for the skin, and it has been used for centuries to soften, hydrate, and used to lubricate…

Everywhere.

“Here,” I say, pointing. I feel myself slide into my dark, depraved fuck-hungry self, and my student walks over. Her nipples are hard, her eyes are hooded, and her lips are parted.

I stand above her, and as she faces me, I command her to lean her head back. I pour the warm oil down, and it cascades over her shoulders, down her breasts, nipples, and between her legs. It streams over her tight pussy and coats every inch of her.

“Turn.”

As she does, I continue, and the golden liquid runs down her back and down the crack of her butt.

My student glints in the fire light, and the oil has run down my arms and coated my legs, waist, hands, and cock.

As I place the vessel aside, I look down at my student. I am hard, coated in oil, and I need to push inside her and stretch her wide.

She is just a student…

She is just a student…

Careful!

I leap down, and I land like a hungry cat. I command Raven to face a marble wall under the moonlight, and it’s another area I washed before class.

As Raven lifts her hands to the marble, I rub the liquid over her body. I make sure it covers every inch of her body, and I work methodically.

Her body gleams in the fire light, and moonlight comes from the arches above us.

I push her legs apart, and she moves her butt around as if teasing me.

As my fingers slide over her slick folds, I hear Raven whimper. I slide three oiled up fingers inside her, and her knees weaken in seconds.

I withdraw the fingers, and slowly, I lick them. My crown rubs against her butt, and I play with her nipples from behind. Raven pushes back against my hungry cock, and it slides between her butt cheeks.

I adjust it and lower my body between her legs. My cock slides between her legs, and I feel her wetness on my crown as it slides near her clit.

I groan low, tempted to push her head down and slide into her. Or jump to lesson twelve and introduce her to anal.

I tell myself to take things slow and to let her own fantasies flow. I eventually step back, and the panting oiled up ex-virgin turns. Her eyes are hooded, and I know she is begging for it.

“You will now prepare me.”

“For what?”

I step up, and I hold Raven’s jaw close. “Anything you like.” I watch her eyes flare, and a sinful smile forms. My student walks around me, and I hold my ground.

Raven returns to my front, and she places one hand on my butt. She then pumps my cock hard. I growl deep in frustration.

My crude student must learn control. As she plays with me, I make a mental note. Once her ‘Get to know’ sex classes end, I will really have to see what her limits are. Meanwhile, she is mine to explore.