Capitolo Primo

Three Years Ago…

Seven years ago, when my parents lost their jobs, due to DeLuca cutting costs, I was just setting out to attend university. Dominic, although it wasn’t his responsibility, offered to take care of them, he would use his trust fund money, but they wouldn’t have it. I was relieved to be staying where I wouldn’t be expected to do anything, other than pick grapes and work the land.

Then Dominic came to see me and told me Valentina was being moved to a boarding school in the same town as my university. He told me that he needed me to look out for her on weekends and whenever I was free. That he would take care of my parents and my tuition while he stayed behind to help get my parents’, his parents’ oldest friends, jobs back.

That was the first time I spoke in years.

“I’m free.”

He smiled and clasped my shoulder. “I trust no one here. Look at what is happening to the business; who knows what will happen to her? I need you. You are like family.”

I responded with a nod.

“She can’t know, you’re watching, Franco.”

“She won’t,” I promised.

I knew she wouldn’t. I knew it because she never noticed, not ever.

Tonight, my eyes are trained on her, always on her. For years now, they have been on her.

Valentina Segretti.

Near waist-length, thick, black hair, swaying as she moves her five-foot-six, one-hundred-and-thirty-pound body to the beat of the music. Her body is tight, lean muscles, now glistening in a sheen of sweat as she dances to the sound of yet another band she must hear, feel, move to. Her tits are a full C cup, and her ass is far from slight. She knows how to move it in a way that make men fantasize about gripping it in his hands as he pounds into her over and over again.

Tonight, I watch her as I have many, many nights, too damn many, as she tantalizes the entire club.

All eyes, even those of the women, fixate on her. Some try to mimic her, some want to be like her, and some would give anything to be a part of her circle. Others want a taste of the siren, the young woman who is a celebrity in her own right.

In the tale of King Midas, everything he touched turned to gold. Valentina has the ability to turn everyone around her into a sexual being without even a touch.

Never in my life have I encountered someone who exudes such a sexual essence as her. One that is not filth, lewd, or insulting, not even to the most asexual people. Not even priests or nuns look at her offensively. It’s sensual. It’s beauty and confidence in one’s own sexuality. Everyone around her is always in awe. They need to watch her. Moths to the flame that is her.

Everyone except me.

I prefer something more.

More than what they all see when they look at her. Because Valentina is one hell of an actress.

Behind closed doors, she doesn’t act. She pouts about how boring her life is. She bitches that there is nothing fun to do. She sleeps because she is so hungover after nights like these that she can’t function.

Like the first time I had to follow her to a concerto that was much like tonight’s, by the end, I have to carry her out of the damn place, down ten blocks, and into a hotel where she proceeds to strip naked, demanding I fuck her since I made her leave before she could decide on who the lucky bastard was going to be.

This is the first of many nights I have to put her in a cold shower.

Hearing her scream in anger, call me names that no longer affect me, then come as close to begging as I have ever heard Valentina beg, is quite possibly the most satisfying night of my fucked-up career as, one-minute, a whipping boy, to the next, protector of the spoiled little fucking brat.

When she finally passes out, I lock the door to the suite and start walking toward the elevator. I need to make a decision. Either walk away and never look back, or wait until morning to tell her and Dominic that there isn’t enough money on the face of this earth to put up with her shit.

Instead, I see two women from the club at the end of the hall. Two real women. Two women I am drawn to as others are to Valentina.

Earlier, I watched them observe each other as they danced, kissing, touching, feeling one another.

It wasn’t sex as I had experienced. It was fucking beautiful.

Women, real women, are works of art. Women who feel and not act. Women who want to experience life, and not plan to experience it. Women who don’t stare in the mirror as they dance, to make sure they look good while dancing. Women who instead stare at what the world that has put before them and see the beauty in it and not try to outshine it.

Women like Valentina, who love attention, and ones like Antoinette, my sixteen-year-old sister who drowned in the false words and promises of a man and became love sick enough to take her own life, want men who only want their dicks wet, without regard to what a woman yearns for.

I despise most men. I refuse to become like them. Because of all those things, the lies, the broken promises, the making of dependency, I have steered clear of all relationships that are not cut and dry.

All are like that. But sex, sex is not.

I will forever be a bodyguard. I will watch over those I need to in order to provide for not only myself, but my parents. Being responsible for a person’s body is one thing. I do not want the responsibility of a person’s heart.

Not ever.

The two women who stand at the end of the hall, the ones I watched earlier in the night, watch me as I walk toward them, looking at me with question in their eyes as they hold hands.

The dark-haired woman is the first to speak, two words coming out of her red lips. Two words that forever change me.

“Join us.”

Without wonder or worry, I reply, “Yes.”

Each woman takes one of my outstretched hands, and then I lead them back to the suite. I walk them to my room and open the door.

“I’ll be back.”

Leaving them in my room, I walk to the other side of the suite and look in on Valentina, who is sleeping. Then I return to my room where I shut the door behind me and lock it.

When I turn around, both women are stripped down to their underclothes. One in white, the other in black. Both lace.

“Bellissima.”

The woman with the darker hair steps toward me as I unbutton my shirt, getting myself as comfortable as they are. My eyes move from one to the other, making sure both are given as much attention as the other.

The first kisses me while pushing my shirt from my shoulders. The second steps toward us and holds her hair back as I turn to kiss her neck. Then I take one of their hands, and together, we cup the other’s breast.

Then I kiss the next, her tongue exploring my mouth slowly, no hurry, yet no restraint.

I pull back and take them both by the back of their necks, gently pushing their heads together so they can kiss.

Releasing their necks, I unhook one’s bra, then the next, before bending down to taste each of their nipples, one then the other, while they continue to kiss, sweet moans escaping their mouths.

One of them has her hands on my belt, while the other waits her turn, and then they each unbutton and unzip my slacks. They push them down together, lowering themselves to their knees as they do.

Once on their knees, my boxers are pulled down and my hard cock springs free.

Taking turns, they lick my cock from root to tip, one on each side. I lean back against the door and watch as they work together, sharing my body and taking pleasure from it.

“Fucking bellissima,” I groan my praise, reaching down and pinching one of each of their nipples.

One then stands and takes my hand, while the other caresses my balls, rolling them as she takes my cock in her mouth, nearly all the way down.

I grab the back of the other’s neck and pull her closer to me, kissing her. Reaching between us, I slip a finger between her panties to touch her pussy.

“So wet,” I say into her mouth as I then push my finger inside her. When she is close to coming, though, and so am I, I remove my finger from her pussy and pull my cock out of her partner’s mouth. Then I hold out my hand to both of them and walk them to the bed.

“I want you to lick her pussy,” I tell one then turn toward the other. “And I want you to come for her.”

“For all of us,” she corrects.

“Yes, of course,” I agree.

She moves to the head of the bed and lays down, spreading her legs, while the other does exactly what I asked.

On my knees, I climb onto the bed and lean in so I can stroke my cock across the lips of the woman who is spread out.

As she sucks me slowly at first, then harder and faster, she comes. She comes hard and beautifully.

I sit back on my knees and stroke my cock before standing up to grab a condom from the nightstand. When I turn back, both of them are on the floor, on their knees, reaching for my cock again.

Standing before them, each one kissing each side of my cock, I grab the backs of their heads and push them closer together, slowly thrusting myself back and forth between their lips.

“Mmm …” they moan in unison as they taste my rock-hard cock, darting their tongues out to slide along my length.

Back and forth, I fuck their mouths until the whimpering begins. Then I step back and sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the hand of the woman who has yet to come.

“You need my cock,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she says as she stands, two of her fingers in her own pussy.

The other grabs the condom and sheaths my cock as I turn her partner so her back is to me then pull her back and lift her until she is hovering above my cock, facing the other woman.

“I want you to feed my cock into her,” I tell the other woman

“Yes,” she says, dropping back to her knees.

When she has my cock in her hand, she taps it against the other woman’s opening.

“God, yes,” the one on my lap moans.

“Feels fucking good,” I groan out.

The woman on her knees smacks it against the woman’s opening again, this time harder and repeatedly.

“Fuck yes.”

She then strokes my cock between the woman’s wet folds as the woman on my lap whimpers.

“So hot.”

I push my leg out a bit between the legs of the woman on the floor, rubbing it against her wet cunt and giving her some much-needed attention. She grinds against it as she feeds my cock into her partner’s hot, wet crotch.

“Ride it,” I tell them both as I rub my shin against one’s cunt while thrusting into the other.

They do.

I lean back on the bed, gripping the hips of the woman riding my cock, as I feel a hot tongue lick my balls before she sucks one into her mouth.

“Yes,” I hiss as she does it again to the other. “Fuck yes. Suck my balls.”

The feeling of a hot pussy riding me and a mouth sucking my balls at the same time is one I will never forget.

I sit up and watch in the mirror as the woman on her knees alternates between sucking my balls and licking up my dick to the pussy surrounding it.

After a while, I reach down and grip her under the arm, pulling her up. “Lie on your back,” I instruct as I stand, dick still buried inside the other’s pussy, and turn, facing us both toward the bed.

Pulling out, I then press on the small of her back. “Eat her pussy. Make her come again.”

As she bends over to do as I asked, I bury myself back inside her.

Fucking her, I watch as she eats the other’s pussy.

Three people all gaining pleasure from one another. It’s fucking beautiful.

Feeling the woman’s pussy clench around my cock as she eats her partner’s cunt more fiercely now, watching them come together, it is a vision of pure magnificence.

I feel my balls tighten and pull out. Then I pull off the condom and stroke myself.

Both women slide off the bed and onto their knees. I come on their lips, tossing my head back and closing my eyes as I grip tighter, pump faster, and come some more.

“What the fuck is going on in my suite!”

I open my eyes to Valentina looking at the three of us with utter disgust.

I thought I locked the door.

I give a fuck less.