I wake the next morning by his side, my body sore from last night. After he finished painting me, we showered, then went to his bedroom and slept. Glimmers of morning light come in through the windows. I slip from his sheets so as not to disturb him and begin to dress before I remember he drove. He rolls in the bed. I leave the room with my phone and call Floriana.

“You must be having a very bad night,” she says. I picture her smiling.

“It was okay.”

“Okay? Liza, my dear, you have been out all night and now morning. This is not the making of something just okay.”

I chuckle. “All right, maybe it was better than okay.”

She says nothing.

“Maybe it was amazing.”

“There, that is what I thought.” Being that she was Elsa’s nanny and is now mine, she’s known the details of my relationships since I got here. “Aiden, bless his little soul, is just fine. We played jumbo Legos, had spaghetti, and watched Barney.”

“That’s good.”

“And now I want you to continue to have a nice time. You are needing it. I will keep Aiden for as long as you need.”

“Thank you so much, but I’ll be coming home soon.”

“You’re going home?” Gianfranco’s voice chimes in from behind me.

I turn around. Gianfranco stands in the hallway. I tell Floriana I will call her back if I need to. “Oh. Well, I’ll need to return sometime today. I have Aiden.”

“This is not a problem. Bring him here.”

“You want to bring Aiden here?”

“Of course, why not? I will be able to spend more time with you this way.”

I look into his endearing eyes. He’s being genuine, I can feel it.

He continues. “I like your son. He will have fun here. We will have fun here. There is no need to go.”

I think about what he has said. He and Aiden did get along well, and I am off work for a while—a long while. I haven’t yet made any plans. Spending time with him might be an excellent way to start my time off. I look back at him, and he touches the base of my arm.

“Okay.” I smile.

He continues staring into my eyes, then he pulls me to him. I feel him hardening against me. We find ourselves once again in breathless passion. His lips take mine, and he guides me down onto the upholstered bench against the wall.

“You are fueling my flame,” he says, parting my thighs.

I feel his rock-hard stiffness brushing against my wettening lower lips. He lifts my hips and angles himself in.

I moan as, this time, he slides in with ease. I remain open from the night before. My pelvis gyrates, and I find my spot. It feels new again, different. I shift a little more while he indulges his thrusts, and the warming sensations begin. Again, my orgasm is building. He fills his mouth with my breast, licking and sucking as much of my flesh as he can.

My juices flow as my pelvic thrusts become even more pointed and refined. He’s brushing my nerves over and over again. My hands grip the edge of the bench for stability. I arch my back, squeezing him with my legs.

He takes a handful of my tit, his other keeping my pelvis supported as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me. Then his hand moves from my breast to my throat and gives it a squeeze.

My eyes open with surprise, then I close them and moan in complete and utter satisfaction. We’re fucking as I’ve never fucked before, and I love this new and sultry phase of my passions. My juices flow around my butt cheeks until my pelvis jolts high, my climax too much for me to keep inside. I erupt. He stays erect for only a split second before exploding himself. Both of us soak each other with our fluids, and I flow like never before.

We kiss our way back to the bedroom to roll in the sheets for another two hours. Our lovemaking has shades of all varieties. He indulges every part of me in ways that I never thought possible, and my body opens like a spring flower with a desire to be plucked.

I look at the time. “I do have to get Aiden soon.”

“Great. We will clean up and go.”

I nod, and we kiss our way to the shower. The warm water pelts our skin deliciously.

“How many people have you stuffed in here?” I ask.

“Again, a shower with more than one is a first for me.”

While I finish cleaning up, Gianfranco makes us some sandwiches, and we arrive at my house just before three. Aiden remembers Gianfranco and gives him a hug.

I speak with Floriana briefly and give her a nice bonus for staying overnight. I have her pack Aiden’s favorite blanket and some other things—I told her I would be taking Aiden back to the castle. I also pack my things.

Over the next days and nights, Aiden and I settle into his place almost as though it’s my own hotel. We spend time together, but Gianfranco also takes care of his work. I don’t smother him or expect that just because we are his guests, I need to command every moment of his attention. I have Aiden, and we have his toys and complete access to this grand castle.

We all go for walks around the garden, eat, and play together. Luciana, the cook, prepares wonderful meals. And while Gianfranco is working, I take his car and enjoy driving with Aiden deeper into the countryside, and we find a couple of beautiful villages. They’re the kind of places where I can learn more about local history from talking to the people in the cafes than I could ever get in the history books.

In one case, the local lord who settled the area had a mistress, but the children she bore were fathered by a thief of the castle. When the lord found out about it, he exiled his mistress and all of his children by her. Those children were the ones who settled this area hundreds of years ago.

When I get back, the servers are preparing the dinner table. The cook made shells from homemade pasta with sauce made from tomatoes in the garden. Aiden always likes fresh tomato sauce, and tonight Gianfranco is helping him eat it the Italian way—that’s without making such a big mess.

“We should go somewhere,” he says. “I am almost complete with Fixation and need to find space in Paris for a gallery. Do you like the French, Aiden?”

Aiden makes a happy funny noise, and Gianfranco laughs. They’ve been really getting a kick out of each other.

“Oh, how’s it coming?” I try to take any chance I can to slip in a question about his work, but he’s been pretty tight-lipped about it lately.

“It is good. It is coming good.”

Yep, that’s about as much as I can get from him, and judging from the others I’ve talked to around here, that’s a lot more than most people hear.

“So, Aiden, would you like to go to Paris with Mommy and me?” he asks.

“Si!” Aiden bangs his silverware on the table as he always does when he gets excited, which happens a lot when Gianfranco talks to him.

Gianfranco looks at me. “There we have it—the king has decided.” He tickles Aiden’s belly. In all seriousness, he looks at me and says, “Really, I would like for you to go. I have a very nice apartment there. Paris is one of my long-time favorites. It will have enough room for you to bring Floriana too.”

I smile. Who could say no to that? Thoughts of traipsing around Paris with Gianfranco are about as much as I can handle. “It’s too bad she’s not here tonight,” I say with a devilish grin.

“Maybe we can work something in after bedtime?”

I nod. We finish dinner, and Gianfranco plays blocks with Aiden. I head into Gianfranco’s bedroom and wind two ties onto the railing at the edge of the bed, a little something I ordered from Amazon. I haven’t had a rough toss in the sack since the other night and am feeling the need to explore my darker side again, desires I was unaware I had until our first frisky evening several nights ago.

After putting down Aiden, Gianfranco requests a few minutes to clean up his studio. I take the time to finish readying myself. When Gianfranco comes into the bedroom, I’m lying on the bed in a dark silk nightie.

“You know black is my favorite,” he says while unbuttoning his shirt.

“I know. I didn’t wear it by accident.”

He slides slowly out of his attire, unleashing a body that looks as though it were sculpted by Michelangelo. He comes toward the bed and crawls on top of me, wasting no time with his nose around my neck. The thought about a toss somewhere in the castle’s dungeon hasn’t left my head, but I’m not brave enough to share it with Gianfranco yet.

“You have an intoxicating scent.”

I laugh, tickled by his nose’s probes. My new perfume is just another little thing I ordered from Amazon. “Glad you like it.”

He runs his hands across me like a ravished dog.

“Wait,” I say. “There’s something I want you to try.”

“I thought that was my line?” he says.

“Now it’s both our lines.” I slip my right wrist through the strap. “Will you use these?”

He crawls up my body, his penis hard and resting atop my breasts, and tightens the strap. I look into his eyes. He’s watching me to see how I like it, and I’m watching him to see how he likes it. He takes my other hand and ties it before penetrating me. I let go and open vulnerably for his love. A part of me feels even freer than before. He’s in command, and he takes his role seriously. I feel him watching me while I build to be sure that we’re both okay.

After we reach completion, he lies by my side. “Did you like it?”

My body’s stretched, wrists yet bound. “I think we should take them with us.”

He unties my hands. “Then let’s begin to pack.”