Vincenzo Zolvesky?

A shaky breath left me. I squirmed on his lap. The perverted hand of his kept roaming up and down my thighs, squeezing, while he typed on his laptop with the other hand.

After he ran me a nice warm shower in the morning, he made us breakfast and fed me until my stomach couldn't take it anymore. He had ordered Maria not to disturb us today, so she gladly accepted the day off. And this gave His Highness a chance to let his perverted side loose. He wanted me to sit on his lap naked while he would feed me breakfast. The nerve!

Of course, I displeased him again by putting on one of his t-shirts. They were comfortable, although I had never seen him wearing one. He always had button down shirts or suits on. Typical businessman!

And he was punishing me now by his seductive touches, turning me on, but not touching me where I actually wanted him to. Even now in his study, he kept me on his lap while he checked some emails and continued on with his adventure. My reactions weren't acknowledged