Much, much later that night.

I’m tired but happy, having spent the day walking the castle with either Mason, when he had some time, or Antonio, one of the staff members.

I checked out one expensively decorated stone chamber after another.

By now, I’ve been in almost every room of the place and enjoyed it all.

My feet are killing me but I’m sure I’ve walked off most of the bread, pasta and pastry I’ve been gorging on since I arrived.

That’s what I’m telling myself, at least.

The castle is an absorbing place to visit, full of history, and kind of spooky in some places, too! There were times I could’ve sworn I heard clanking, or crying…nah! Of course, that had to’ve been my imagination…probably watched too many Scooby Doo episodes on Youtube, that’s all.

The only place I stayed out of was the castle sub-basements, an extensive network of foundational, underground rooms and passageways and a large, recently discovered cistern that is still full of water, fed by an underground spring.

It’s mostly off-limits right now, due to the intensive work being carried out at the moment. Which is fine by me…no doubt the sub-basement of a castle, with all its dungeons and chambers and, rats, probably, is spookier than anywhere else I’m ever likely to be.

Because, being that it’s a for-real castle, it comes with a set of for-real dungeons.

Although every keep and castle of medieval times had them, dungeons must be sad, frightening places and I’m not sorry to give them a pass.

At Castello Grimmetti, the underground area has been closed to everyone except Mason, certain members of his staff and his team of building engineers. Recently, a team of archeologists from the local university are on site, working to locate and document any hidden burial areas which may be within the site itself. Nothing has been found so far, but they will remain until every inch has been combed for remains.

Renovation crews follow closely after the other professionals, repairing crumbling areas and continually shoring up the foundations of the castle to keep it in sound condition.

It is a constant work-in-progress to buttress and repair a castle, especially the old stone chambers, passages and archways that underpin vast sections of the edifice.

I also had the chance to explore the medieval barracks where troops were once garrisoned, in a separate stone building set half an acre away from the castle. Still in the raw stone state it was in when it was built hundreds of years ago, it is a cold and utilitarian building which once housed legions of soldiers, tough men of Roman extraction who were used to living rough with only a fireplace for warmth and a woven mat to sleep on.

It’s fascinating to see how they lived with so little, using only open fires or stone ovens to cook their rations. The ovens were situated in an inner courtyard, and are all still operational today.

After that, I visited the stables and had a ride around the grounds on an elderly, placid mare.

Then, I was taken to the winery and the attached kitchens where jams, marmellatas and other canned products are made and prepared for sale to tourists and specialty stores in the region.

The place is most impressive. It’s a true, working estate, and under Mason’s hard work, care and direction, it pays for itself and turns a good profit, something that surprisingly few of the previous owners, nobility included, were ever able to accomplish.

Now, it’s almost ten o’clock, right about dinner time here in the Tuscan countryside. Mason and I are having our evening meal in his apartments, consisting of a light, minestrone-style soup and another loaf of delicious flatbread.

We’re just finishing up when his phone beeps.

“Ah, Piero has returned. You recall, he’s the general manager for the estate…? He’s been at city hall dealing with the bureaucrats so that I don’t have to. Thank God! He has some documents that I have to sign right now so he can leave again first thing in the morning. I’ll meet him in the office and be back soon. Okay, my love?”

Taking our meal tray with him to drop off in the kitchen, he starts down the long corridor.

Yawning, I go to the bathroom and stand in front of the huge, ornate mirror. Turning to the side, I pat my stomach, sucking it in and then pushing it out again, scrutinizing my belly to see if it looks like I’ve gained any weight.

Then I strip my clothes off, one piece at a time. Hmm, wait…is that a little roll of pudge there? Maybe it’s just the light in here…no, no, it’s a roll. Small, but there. Dammit!

Oh well, I’ll just have to hit the gym again when we get home.

Looking at my reflection, I flick my nipples idly, making them stand at attention and sending a shiver to my lady parts.

Then I brush my teeth and run the bath. I had a shower this morning but the deep, two-man tub, carved from a single piece of marble and sporting ornate gold fixtures, is calling my name right now.

Musing that Mason seems to take all this wealth and opulence for granted, I wonder if maybe one day I can be blasé about all this, too.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But for now, I just want to enjoy the luxury while I’m here.

I slide into the tub, letting the crystal clear hot water cascade over my feet and enjoying the way the gently steaming humidity warms the air in the room.

The water soothes my feet, aching from all the walking I did today.

And my pussy, still a little sore, appreciates the soothing heat of the water as well.

A deep sigh goes through me and I relax, feeling every muscle slowly letting go, the feeling of ease and rest starting with my head and working its way all the way down to my toes.

After a few minutes, I hear the door to the apartments open and then close again. I smile to myself…that was fast…Mason must’ve jogged there and back.

He calls my name. “In here,” I call back. “I’m having a bath.”

“All by yourself?” He opens the door and comes in, grinning.

“Not if you want to join me?”

The words are barely out of my mouth before his clothes are on the floor. He wastes no time getting into the tub, basically letting himself fall into the huge basin next to me, sending a small plume of water over the side.

“Oops,” he says, pulling me into his lap and nuzzling me with that mobile mouth of his. We kiss deeply, making fire spark in my tender parts.

“How’s your pussy?” He whispers the question between kisses, his hands running over my back and down to my ass.

“It’s a little sore still,” I say

“Maybe I should kiss it better,” he says, soberly.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I agree.

With one hand, he reaches out for a tall pile of plush towels stacked nearby. Pulling them over to the edge of the tub, he hefts my butt onto them with an exaggerated grunt.

“Hey…I think Gina’s food is having the intended effect,” he jokes. “I think there’s more of you to love right now!” He sits up and leans over me, letting his fingers run along my rib cage, tickling me gently, making me squirm and giggle.

“Yes, I noticed. Shit! How quickly does food turn into fat anyway?”

“Right away, I think,” he says. “But I don’t want to hear any nonsense about it. I like some love handles on my woman.” He kisses me again, nipping my bottom lip. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Look at those tasty rosebuds.” He suckles first one nipple, then the other, making both of them hot and hard.

“Mmmm,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Let’s pull more of those towels over here and make some padding for you to lay back on.” We arrange a few more folded towels on the tub-surround behind me, then he helps me lay backwards until I’m flat on my back on the comfy padding.

“Apri le gambe,” he says, taking my knees in his hands, “Open your legs.” He spreads my legs and puts them over his shoulders, arranging them so that my pussy is right at his eye level as he kneels in the tub.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathe. Turning my head only slightly either way gives me an excellent view of our reflection in two of the mirrored walls surrounding the tub.

Jesus! It’s so hot to watch Mason’s head dip towards my pussy! I watch my own face when his tongue touches my tender flesh and begins probing my opening for a taste of my honey.

A rose-colored blush starts to rise on my chest and neck as Mason scoops his tongue into my opening, again and again.

Mmmm!

“Mmm…mi accendi come una luce,” he murmurs, smacking his lips. “You turn me on like a light!”

He continues to bathe my opening with his tongue, soothing the residual soreness and stimulating my flesh to open and receive him, bringing a flow of creamy juice to his lips. He’s holding my legs open wide, and I can watch in the mirror as the muscles in the side of his jaw work, lapping and lapping, making me so sensitive that my thighs quiver and try to close.

He won’t let them, though.

His warm tongue works miracles, pushing its way into my opening and making my hips and pelvis push towards it, always seeking more and more of my cream.

But then he pushes a tad too hard, and I feel a twinge of pain, making me draw back with a little gasp.

“Sorry sweetie,” he whispers. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No no, don’t stop, it’s just still a little sore,” I say, tracing my fingertips along the edges of his ears.

He resumes his attentions before I’m even finished speaking, being even more delicate and careful.

“Oh yeah, that’s good…so good! You have no idea how good that feels,” I whisper, my hands petting his head. “Your tongue is soothing the rawness now, but it still hurts too much to fuck.”

He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “That’s okay, I don’t need to fuck. My dick is raw too.” He smiles. “Just lay back and enjoy.” He sucks my clit and some of my labia into his mouth, hard, lets it go with a rude tthhhhpt sound, then laughs. “I love to make you come. It satisfies me in other ways, even if I don’t come myself.”

Who am I argue with that logic?

So I lay back and let him do the things he does with his tongue, and soon, he begins to work that talented appendage on my clit, circling it, flicking the top so gently before flattening it in long strokes, then he tickles the sides of it, making my legs tighten and loosen, making my belly quiver and my breath come faster and faster.

Moving his tongue back down to my opening…lapping, lapping…then back to my clit, then comes the moment of truth…the moment when he sucks my aching, erect little man in the boat between his lips and flicks and flicks and flicks.

My breath catches as my hips jerk and then freeze…and it’s as if, for a moment, that I’m free-falling… free-falling through a landscape made of pure pleasure…quickly now, he puts his hands under my ass and lifts my hips, holding me to his mouth, where his tongue licks and laps, and his lips suck and nibble..and then….and then….oh god ohgodohgod!

“Uhhh…uhnnn….uhhhnnnn!” My cry echoes off the marble-clad bathroom walls and I’m coming, coming hard, so hard that my hips rise and push him away even as my thighs squeeze and release his head and my hands grip his hair.

The contractions keep coming, making my knees draw upwards reflexively now, giving full access to his tongue as he eagerly licks up every drop of creamy come that my shuddering body makes just for him.

“Ahh, Jesus,” he breathes, sitting back and wiping his chin with a smile.

His cock is rampant, peeking up out of the water like a red periscope, and before my eyes it jumps and bobs, producing a silvery string of precum.

“Come,” I say, sliding down into the still-warm water of the bath, “you sit up here and let me return the favor.”

He sits, his cock jumping and waving as he does. I kneel between his wet and slippery legs. His hands caress my arms before coming to rest on either side of my face as I fasten on him with my lips, my swirling tongue eliciting a whispery groan.

The groan turns into a hissing breath as I slide my mouth down onto his hot, hard length.

“Ohh, fuck…oh fuck yeah…uhhnnn yeah, that feels magnifico!” Up and down, slowly, I take him as far into my throat as I can, then I move back up and swirl the sensitive underside of his glans with my tongue.

“Uhhh…oh yeah, yeah! Fuck! I’m gonna come hard baby, oh yeah…ohhhh,” he murmurs, his hips rocking slightly, his voice intense, urgent and oh so sexy.

I push my head downwards, throat-fucking him hard, loving the power I have to make him moan and writhe.

Pulling back, I take a breath and again, I swirl my tongue around his head before plunging my throat back down onto his length, then I pump my head up and down on his shaft, carefully controlling my breath, making his moans rise and his hips thrust upwards even more.

His hands are on my head now, guiding my movements. His body tenses and relaxes rhythmically as he thrusts delicately along with my movements, his cock hardening and pulsing inside my mouth.

“Sì, sì…succhiami il cazzo…yeah, suck my cock baby… you’re so dirty….uhhnnn… such a sweet, luscious, dirty girl!”

Panting now, groaning, his legs and belly quivering as I eagerly pleasure his throbbing cock. “Yeah, yeah…oh fuck…oh fuck…Samantha…ti amo, cara mia…uhhnnnn….uhnnnn….uhnnnn!”

His hips thrust as he erupts in my mouth, pushing his cock down my throat as far as it will go, his muscular legs tensing against me with the force of his orgasm. I hold my breath and wait, feeling pulse after pulse of his hot pleasure as it fires down my throat, making me giddy with my own sexual power…making me happy and proud to be the source of such ecstasy for a man as worthy and wonderful as my sexy, sweet, secret billionaire.