Chapter 27: Sensual Game of Questions and Answers.
POV: Stefano
As I poured some alcohol on him, his body shuddered with the burning and with every touch of my hands. My fingers were firm and skillful, but they maintained a subtlety so that I didn't make the situation worse. Each time I approached the sore spots with the absorbent cotton, her body reacted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, causing her breathing to become heavier and heavier.
She watched me undisguised, putting a bandage on each red scratch, leaving me uncertain of what she was thinking, but enjoying it. My expression remained the same, even when my other hand was near her crotch and I wanted to go down to her pussy. My eyes remained fixed on my hand sliding across her wounds because I was afraid of giving in to her, when it should have been the other way around, taking partial revenge for last night when Beatrice had dismissed me, as had never happened since I became the head of Cosa Nostra. Beatrice had never been as quiet as she was right now, but I knew that her sensations were amplified when I slid the hand that was on her crotch, one more provocation until my body was on the floor again.
"They're only superficial cuts, there's nothing to worry about," my voice echoed, with a noticeable hoarseness. "Go take a shower and get some rest, it's late." I continued, turning my back to her, resting the small suitcase on the desk, listening to her sigh in frustration once again, feeding into the game of disinterest that Beatrice used to play.
"When are you going to admit that I was right?" She muttered, as I closed the case and turned to look at her, who now had her head turned towards me, as well as her body, looking at the painting in the corner, then looking away at the bulge in my pants, her body still tense, but her mind more relaxed due to the alcohol, making the woman, a few years younger than me, even more unfiltered about what she should and shouldn't say. "Why did you buy it?"
"I let him choose," I answered, slowly making my way to the armchair on the other side of the room, far enough away from her and resting there, after taking the gun out of my pocket and placing it on the coffee table, analyzing it, while she still lay on my bed, where no woman had ever been. She lowered her face a little, not wanting to lose sight of me.
"Paola told me you don't like art." She retorted, leaving me almost at a loss, caught in my lie.
"I've come to like it recently," I said seriously, a smile on her lips, her fingers lifting her dress even more, the edge of her panties finally showing.
"You always have an answer on the tip of your tongue, don't you?" She declared. "You're a good liar, Don." Beatrice finally stopped looking at me, her eyebrows raised at me as if she was thinking about something, remaining silent for a few seconds, her fingers sliding exactly where I had slid minutes ago. "What would I have to do to get anything out of you?" She asked, and a sly smile appeared on my lips, aware of what I wanted, aware that what I was about to say would lead us to elevate our battle of ego and horniness to a level where Beatrice would surrender, and I would know how to make the most of this moment.
"Your clothes, with every question and answer from me, I want you to take a piece off." Beatrice wasn't expecting that, but in her eyes, there was no sign that she was going to deny it. Three pieces and Beatrice would be naked for me.
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POV: Beatrice
I leaned forward, sitting on the bed, feeling the fabric of the dress rub against my breasts, while the champagne continued to swirl in my mind, making me horny and eager for more.
"As you wish, Stefano... So here goes... Why did you buy it?"
"The features are unique..." He said as if that could clarify for me whether he was telling the truth.
"I don't settle for little, Stefano." I teased him, remembering the phrase he had said to me in the bedroom.
"I haven't seen them at any other exhibition I've been to. I don't usually pay for generic things." Stefano replied, his voice hoarse, his strong hands opening another button as if the others he had already opened weren't enough.
I brushed my locks away from the front of my body, biting my lip slowly as I slid the thin, seductive strap of my dress down my shoulder, allowing each movement to make Stefano even more focused on me. With even greater slowness, my fingers caressed the neckline of the dress, pulling it down as it slid over my body, revealing my sculpted shoulders and an irresistible portion of my breasts. I raised my body and put my feet on the floor, letting Stefano watch me completely. As I slid the fabric down my body and there was only the delicate lace covering me, a feeling of freedom came over me.
I couldn't take my eyes off Stefano, who leaned his torso back on the armchair, his legs now spread wider, his veins bulging under the tattoo that covered his wrist, as well as his entire arm, he watched me with an expression of suppressed desire, controlling himself as much as possible so as not to advance on me.
Stefano stared at me, his hungry gaze roaming over every inch of my body exposed by the lingerie, as I walked over to his chair, leaning on the back of the armchair, lowered enough so that he could continue analyzing a good part of my breasts that were almost jutting out of the smaller-than-my-size lingerie.
"Why did you help me this morning?" I asked, feeling my eyes open up even more in curiosity, biting my lower lip slowly, while only Stefano's irises dared to move, from my body to my face, which was too close to his, as if he had just remembered what he was doing, too late to dodge and not answer, all Stefano wanted was for me to get rid of that bra, considering the way he clasped his hands over the fabric where he sat.