Chapter Six
Wow, this was cute. Even I had to admit I liked how I looked in this. Giovanni chose a large black shirt for me to wear and it had this image of a blindfolded girl with her mouth covered with duct tape. It looked suggestive and kinky and it made me wonder why he gave me this but it was awesome nonetheless. It was big enough just to reach past my butt so it at least did the job of covering me up. I decided to forego wearing a bra… wait, was I trying to seduce him?
That realization made me pause and think -- no, I needed to stop overthinking these things and just do whatever the fuck I wanted. Determined to press forward, I headed out of the room and towards his. Without a second doubt in my head I knocked on the door.
Giovanni quickly opened it and my jaw dropped when I saw him.
He was half-naked, wearing just a pair of grey jogging pants. It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. With his torso exposed I could fully see the muscles rippling across his body, the firm abdomen he sported and the throbbing biceps he had on his arms. He looked like a bodybuilding junkie with the face of a superstar model. He was freaking hot.
“Sorry, I didn’t bother to put something on,” he told me as he beckoned me inside. The room looked like the guest room he put me in but with a king-sized bed, an extra table for two and he had a balcony. There was also a large cabinet, a door leading to a walk-in closet and it looked like he had a bigger bathroom.
“Oh, it’s fine,” I told him. “I’m not a little girl. I’ve seen half-naked men before.”
I took a seat by the table. Richard had already brought up the food and drinks. There was some shrimp, a nice slab of steak, some buttered mixed vegetables and mashed potatoes. We each had a cup of coffee and a glass of iced water. I quickly grabbed the cup of coffee and took a few sips.
“How’s the shirt? It looks really good on you,” he told me as he used a towel to finish drying off his hair. He hung it on the bathroom doorknob and then took a seat opposite me.
I nodded and smiled, “I like it. It’s so big, so comfortable. What’s with the print on it though?”
He laughed and took a bite out of the shrimp, chewed, swallowed and then answered. “It was the first one I pulled from the drawer. Didn’t really think about the design until you came in wearing it. The image kind of suits you though.”
“I hardly think so. To be honest with you, I’m still a virgin.”
That seemed to take him aback. He frowned and looked at me with surprise. “Really? Didn’t you and Matt sleep together for those years you were together?”
“No,” I told him flatly. “It’s not like I didn’t want to… it just never happened. Bad luck, I guess? Before I met him I did try but both attempts failed too.”
Fuck, the whole time I was explaining my eyes lingered on his abs. Why were they so perfectly shaped? I needed to pull my attention away from his body. I yanked my attention away and looked up to his face.
“Interesting,” he commented. He took a sip of water and began feasting on his meal so I followed suit. “You’re… twenty-four, twenty-five? But you’re still a virgin… that’s quite rare, these days. Most of the girls I meet are no longer virgins and some of them are just eighteen, nineteen.”
“Have you had a lot of experience?” I blurted out. It just popped out of my mouth. Maybe this topic was getting a little too personal for us. We did just meet, after all.
He didn’t seem to mind. He casually answered while tackling the vegetables on his plate. “Yes, but that’s normal I guess. I’m not married and not really seeing anyone.”
“So, what about that girl we passed by on our way up here?” I needed to know.
Giovanni looked me straight in the eye as he replied. “Let’s just say she was more than just a one-night stand.”
That was far more a straight answer than I suspected he’d give me. I began to dig into my meal, cutting away at my steak as I continued on. “I don’t know why people make it such a big deal that I’m a virgin.”
“That’s easy,” he told me. “A virgin is the most delicious kind of woman a man can ever have in bed. The thing is, you’re only a virgin once so after you lose it that special extra flavoring is gone.”
“That ruins the fun?” I asked before I shoved food in my mouth.
Giovanni shook his head, “To the contrary, actually. I think after losing virginity a woman becomes ever better, like wine.”
I began to feel this heavy knot in my gut. Before I realized it I was actually holding my breath so I had to breathe out and start to calm down. This conversation was starting to get to me but I didn’t know how or why.
“I’ve never had sex so I don’t really know what to expect,” I admitted. I was starting to feel so warm and I could feel my legs begin to shake. My voice was low, shaky, and I worried that I might sound nervous to him. “I-I don’t even really watch porn.”
Giovanni placed a hand on my leg. It was heavy and I felt a sudden jolt through my body when he began to trace a finger on my skin. I wanted to melt right then and there. “Do not worry,” he said. “All in due time, dear. You’re such a beautiful woman too, it would be sad if your first time was not done the right way.”
“And what’s the right way?”
“To fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he quickly answered, his gaze fixed on mine. His grip on my leg suddenly got a little tighter as he squeezed.
Oh my God. Did he… did he just really say that?
“Not s-slow and gentle?” I asked. Wasn’t that how most couples had sex when the girl was a virgin? I thought it could be shocking and painful? “Wouldn’t it hurt?”
Giovanni scrunched up his face like it didn’t really matter. “Sure, it’ll hurt the first time but then if you keep on going that pain quickly vanishes. I’ve seen girls who felt pain only for a few seconds. As soon as I got my cock sliding in and out of them they were crying but not for pain but due to extreme pleasure.”
Fuck… when he said “cock” my body shuddered and I felt the area between my legs begin to warm up. I was getting a little wet… oh my God, was this conversation turning me on? I inched myself a little closer and I felt his hand go up my leg. It was just a few inches now from my thighs.
“Is it… addicting?” I asked. “I never understood why so many people get so drawn into having sex over and over again.”
“It depends,” he answered. His fingers danced on my leg, tapping and circling gently on my skin. “If it was you, I’d get addicted. You’re such a petite little girl I bet you’re so tight.”
“I d-don’t know, I c-can’t really say,” I answered. Fuck, I was getting turned on. I was tempted to just lean in and let him touch me, hug me or whatever but I needed to control myself. I took a glance at his chest and abs again and God, those muscles were making me squirm. He was so fucking hot! Why was he so damn hot?
Giovanni let go of my leg and he cupped my face with his hand. “You are nervous, aren’t you? Don’t be, baby, daddy is here for you.”
Daddy? I looked at him and nestled my face in his hand. It was warm and reassuring. “D-daddy?”
“Yes, please, don’t call me sir or Giovanni or Mr. Ricci,” he said. “Just call me daddy. I would be your daddy if you married Matt so in a way it makes sense for us.”
“I g-guess it does,” I stuttered back my reply. My eyes lingered again on his abs but I got distracted and found myself staring between his legs. Even with his jogging pants on I could see he had a very hard erection going on down there. Fuck! His cock seemed so huge but I couldn’t really tell since it was covered --
“You are looking down at it,” he told me. Oh fuck, he noticed I was staring. “Perhaps some other time, baby girl. For now, just rest. We will take this one detail at a time.” Before I knew what was happening he let go of my face and just for a second or two he grabbed his cock and rubbed it.
“R-rest, daddy?” I asked. I must have sounded so dumb to him. I was just a parrot repeating nonsense.
“Come then, finish your meal,” he instructed and I quickly began to dig into my plate. I was in his home… I didn’t want to disobey his commands. I finished my meal so quickly I almost choked. All the while I kept looking back at him and marveling at how he looked. It was only then I noticed he had a few scars on his body. They were faint and not too noticeable but they did add an extra flair of danger and style to this mysterious, sexy man.
When we were done eating, he held my hand and helped me out of my seat. Just as I turned around to head back out of the room he suddenly smacked my ass with a hand.
Slap!
“Ah!” I yelped in surprise.
He then walked up behind me and hugged me with both arms. I felt the sudden crush of his body as we embraced.
“Good night, baby girl,” he whispered into my ears. “Sleep tight. Daddy will be here in case you need anything. I’ll be dreaming of you.”
“What would those dreams be?” I dared ask.
“Dreams of fucking you.”
“Oh,” he added before he left the room, “I’m having a Halloween bash tomorrow night. I want you there.”
“What will I wear?” I asked, afraid of disappointing him with whatever costume I would choose.
“I’ve got that covered.”