Scanning the patio and pool for the source of the moans, my first thought is that it could be Tatiana, but that’s not possible—she’s completely out of it. These aren’t distressed sounds; they’re filled with intense passion.
My gaze is drawn to one of the lounge chairs by the pool. The underwater lights cast a faint glow, revealing a sight I missed earlier.
About twenty feet away, Gianni is engaged with a woman I don’t recognize. He’s kneeling at the foot of the chair, and she’s sprawled out before him. My face flushes with embarrassment, and though I know I should look away, I can’t. I watch as he moves his face toward her, his intentions unmistakable.
I press a hand to my mouth, trying to stifle a gasp. Gianni’s hands grip her thighs firmly as he performs oral sex. A forbidden desire begins to stir within me. Gianni, always the epitome of sexiness, has been the subject of countless fantasies, but I’ve never seen him in such a raw, intimate moment. His usual persona—professional, commanding, and intense—now takes on a new dimension.
Jealousy and desire mix inside me as I observe him. The woman’s moans fill the air, and I can only imagine the sensation of his tongue against her. The scene is almost too much to bear.
“Oh god! Gianni. Yes! More!” she cries out, her pleasure clear in her voice.
Gianni’s experience and patience are evident. He’s a man who could undoubtedly bring intense pleasure. The sight of his strong, tattooed torso and dripping swim trunks adds to my growing heat.
My cheeks burn with shame, and I know I should leave. It’s wrong to watch, and they have no idea I’m here. But my feet won’t move. The fantasy of being noticed, of being in her place, consumes me. I watch as Gianni’s hands slide over her, his touch eliciting more cries of pleasure from her.
“Fuck. It feels so good,” she moans, her body trembling with ecstasy.
My heart races. I need to escape before I’m seen. They’re preoccupied now, but if they catch me, the embarrassment would be unbearable.
Move, now.
And yet, my feet remain frozen. My eyes are locked on Gianni, unable to look away. My nipples press painfully against the fabric of my nightshirt, and an intense, consuming arousal grips me, even though no one has touched me.
The woman continues to moan as Gianni skillfully pleasures her. Her legs are draped over his shoulders, and his actions are causing her to cry out with pleasure.
“Gianni… yes. Yes! Yes!” she breathes heavily.
I try to rationalize this as no different from watching explicit content online. I’m not doing anything wrong, right? He’s just my best friend’s father.
He pulls back from her breasts and slides a hand between her legs, exposing her completely. My breath quickens, and a wave of desire floods me. I’m astonished I haven’t made a mess on the seat.
Luciano has never touched me like this. Gianni’s intensity and the way he’s pleasuring her make me ache with longing. He inserts two fingers into her, stretching her, and I can almost feel those same fingers inside me. I watch his face, focused and intense, as he continues.
The urge to touch myself grows overwhelming, and when he leans back down, I have to bite my lip to hold back a moan.
I’m drenched in need, helpless against my desire for someone completely unattainable.
I shift uncomfortably, my thighs rubbing together, amplifying the ache. The only remedy seems to be giving in, but I can’t. It feels so wrong.
The patio lights catch on Gianni’s dark hair and bare skin. He’s usually so stoic and unyielding, but now his focus on the woman makes his intensity even more striking.
How many times have I dreamed of this?
Except, I was the woman he was fucking, taming, taking pleasure from. I wonder if the rumors are true? That he fucks as dirty as he fights.
It should be me. My body he’s touching, licking, kissing. My clit he licks while his thick, strong fingers ruins my pussy. I wish I could see his cock, but he’s still clothed from the waist down. In my fantasies, I’ve imagined his cock to be immense, his girth thick, thanks to the tempting outline in his suit pants. I can’t count how many times I’ve caught myself staring at him. All I could think was… would he break me as he pushed inside? His massive cock becoming too much for my little pussy to handle. I shudder, the pressure in my core too intense to be ignored. The sight of his body, the moans of the woman he’s feasting on. It’s wreaking havoc on my fragile libido.Oh god. I know I shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong, undeniably wrong. But I never claimed to be a saint, did I? The ache of desire is nearly unbearable, and I need to find relief. Even though it’s wrong, the need is consuming. Slipping a hand under my nightshirt, I mimic Gianni’s actions with the blonde, rolling my nipple between my fingers. The pleasure that follows is intense, filling me with an urgent craving. I imagine my fingers are his, the rough texture against my sensitive skin.
As I focus on Gianni’s other hand, moving rhythmically, the forbidden nature of it heightens my arousal. My instincts scream for me to flee, but I can’t bring myself to move.
Spreading my legs further, I prop one foot on the stool and slide my other hand beneath my thong. I part my lips, letting my tongue graze over them, and guide my fingers through my own wetness, imagining they are his.
This is so wrong. It feels filthy. What is happening to me?
I’ve struggled with my feelings for years, knowing this could jeopardize my friendship with Tatiana. But right now, I can’t stop. I don’t want to, especially when pretending I’m the one Gianni is pleasuring brings me such intense satisfaction. If I can experience this while watching the man I’ve fantasized about, I will.
“Don’t stop!” the woman gasps, nearing her climax. “Oh god, yes… just like that! I’m about to come! Please, don’t stop!”
As she cries out, her body convulses in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm. I watch in envy, having never experienced such intensity myself.
It’s all because of him—Gianni. If only he noticed me, if only he could make me feel the way he’s making that woman feel. My body tenses, my clit throbbing, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I’m so close. I can feel the heat and wetness slipping down my thighs. My body is begging for something I can’t have. I press harder, faster, needing the friction just right. This is wrong, so wrong, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
My body is on the edge, every muscle wound tight. I can’t stop—oh god, I’m about to come, and it feels so incredible. My eyes flutter shut, goosebumps spreading across my skin as my hips lift, craving something more. And then, with a gasp, I shatter, a wave of euphoria washing over me. I wish so desperately that it was Gianni’s touch filling me.
A single name escapes my lips, barely a whisper. “Gianni…”
He shouldn’t be able to hear me. There’s no way he could. I’m hidden in the darkness. But as I slowly open my eyes, I see his head snap up. My heart races even faster, the remnants of my orgasm still coursing through me. In the dim light, our gazes seem to lock, though he can only see the sliding glass door.
The floor feels like it’s giving way beneath me as his lips curl into a knowing smirk. He must see something—something I didn’t think was possible. We’re locked in this moment, a moment I’ve yearned for, but never thought would happen.
My legs are weak, my chest heaving, and my fingers slick with the evidence of what I’ve done. I should be filled with shame, but instead, I’m overwhelmed by the thrill of his gaze on me.
He can’t see me. He mustn’t.
But the smirk on his face suggests otherwise. And I can’t shake the feeling that he’s aware of exactly what’s happening.
GianniI must be imagining things because there’s no way I just saw what I think I did.What a provocatively audacious girl.Caterina isn’t as innocent as I had believed. I always thought of her as a model student with perfect grades, an early bedtime, and a rule-following nature. She seemed like the ideal sweet girl with a shy smile and a figure many men would covet.To think I saw her as an innocent angel when she’s actually been a temptress in disguise. I can’t count how many times she’s stayed at our house or joined us on vacations, subtly enticing and provoking me from a distance.It’s fucked up to acknowledge how many years I’ve spent reminding myself she’s my daughter’s best friend, not to mention the fact that she’s way too young to even consider touching. There have been many times over the years when those reminders are the only thing that kept me from throwing her to the floor and fucking her unconscious.Where Caterina stands, my patience is razor thin. Sweet, beautiful Ca
.Women have their place, and once I’ve had my fill, I send them on their way. It might make me an asshole, but at least I make sure they’re satisfied before they leave.I rake a hand through my thick hair, letting out a deep sigh. I can’t help but think about what would happen if I ever gave in to the years-long battle with my conscience and acted on my desire for Caterina. The idea of sending her away like all the others bothers me—not just for her, but especially for my daughter.How could I look her in the eye and tell her I slept with her best friend and discarded her like yesterday’s news?I walk barefoot through the first floor, my swim trunks sticking to my muscular legs.A sudden urge to go to her almost overpowers me. My body says yes, but my mind says no. Our dirty little secret would remain hidden, something we’d both pretend never happened, especially for Tatiana’s sake. I can only imagine her reaction if she found out what went down tonight.My daughter must never know,
CaterinaTatiana: Sorry, running late. Long story.I know her well enough to guess that Christopher is probably involved—he’s the kind of guy who stirs up trouble or dismisses plans, and Tatiana never lets that slide. I want to tell her to cut him loose, but that’s not my place as a friend.Me: I’ll be waiting. :)I add a smiley face to keep things upbeat, even though what I really want to say is how much I’m looking forward to seeing them. The eerie feeling I had on the way here, like someone was following me, is something I’d never admit. I don’t want Tatiana to think I’m paranoid.For now, I’m surrounded by people in the club, so I should be safe. The attention I’m getting is just because I’m alone, and I can handle that.Breathe in, breathe out. You’re just being paranoid.The bar is quiet at the moment. A few people are scattered at the bar and at tables around the dance floor, while the balcony above is mostly empty. I came early to avoid the noise and catch up with Tatiana befo
Both Tatiana and I flinch when Roger opens the car door and leans in. “Everything’s clear,” he reports, his eyes scanning both of us. “Some drawers are open in the bedroom, but other than that, the place is empty. He’s taken all his belongings. I doubt he’ll come back, but I’ll arrange for one of the guys to change the locks, just in case.”“Thanks,” I say quietly as he returns the key. “I appreciate you checking.”“Not an issue.” He extends a hand, helping me out of the car. Once I’m on my feet, he reaches back to assist Tatiana. “Let’s move, princess. I’m not staying here all night.”“You’re such a jerk,” Tatiana mutters as she exits the car. “I don’t need a ride home in the morning. I’ll arrange something else.”“I’ll be here at eight. Don’t think about finding an alternative, or I’ll inform Daddy that you’re disregarding my instructions and your safety might be compromised.” His tone is harsh, a stark contrast to how he’s treated me. “Be ready, or face the consequences.”“Whatever
Gianni"That's it, baby. Open up and let me see just how eager you are. Show me what I desire."Damn it. A low, involuntary sound escapes me as the fantasy consumes my thoughts. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, right now, I'm at my desk getting ready for a meeting in thirty minutes. But the meeting—about the status of several new cargo planes for our shipping expansion—seems insignificant compared to the overwhelming distraction in my mind.This plan has been in the works for months and has required countless hours of research, vetting, and inspection. We’re close to finalizing the deal with the current owner of the small air fleet, and somehow, all I can do is sit here and do everything in my willpower to resist the ache in my cock.She’s sitting in front of me, her thighs spread wide to reveal the pink, shining slice of heaven between them. Fuck, business is the furthest thing from my mind, my tongue craving each drop of sweet nectar that will inevitably leak from her perfect
“Thank you for your time. I expect the signed contract in my inbox by the end of business tomorrow.”The seller and his legal team grunt their agreement. Roger, ever the professional, extends an offer to answer any further questions they might have.It’s all just a formality. I’m offering twice the value of the planes, fully confident they’ll boost our profits by thirty percent in no time. Sometimes, being generous is part of the strategy. Turning down my offer would be foolish.Roger’s knowing grin reflects his agreement.“Nice work,” I tell him, loosening my tie as the video call concludes.“Want a drink?” he offers.I decline. “I’m going to grab some coffee from the kitchen.” As I rise, I add, “You should take the rest of the night off. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends.”He looks puzzled. “Since when is working too many hours a problem?”Given that I’m anticipating a special visitor and would prefer not to be interrupted, I’d rather not have him around. I’m unsure whethe
CaterinaFuck it! I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen again. I vowed to stop feeling sorry for myself, but here I am, sitting at Gianni’s desk with fresh tears streaming down my face. I should have held off on breaking down until I reached Tatiana’s part of the house. When she told me her father had the keys, I planned to grab them quickly and retreat to the bedroom. Instead, the moment I clutched the keys, all my suppressed emotions surged back.Everything I managed to keep under control during the frantic packing and landlord negotiations came flooding out, and once the tears started, they wouldn't stop.The reality of it all feels almost unbearable. All that remains are feelings—despair, anguish, heartbreak. The void in my chest widens with every thought. Yes, my relationship with Luciano was deteriorating, and we were probably heading towards a breakup, but that doesn’t make the pain any less. He was my first love, my first serious relationship.My despair quickly turns t
But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll never break free if I stay in this cage.“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited. I need to see you. I want to see how you made yourself come, how you touched yourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside you.”The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s face flashes in my mind—what if she finds out? My hesitation is short-lived. An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers slip from my chin and move to the waistband of my leggings. I gasp as he swiftly pulls them down, the cool air against my heated skin making me shiver.He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he places his large hands on my knees, I manage to find my voice. “What are you doing?”He pause