Page 119 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“And?”

“And I’ll be your good girl, Gian.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Cara licked her lips, squirming under the feel of his hand slipping beneath her panties. Gian’s fingers skimmed over the small, trimmed patch of soft hair to get to the heaven between Cara’s legs. Her thighs opened wider as he found her hot little clit—something else that was damn greedy, when it came to her body. He wanted her cunt wet, tight, and needy when he filled it with his cock, so he worked her clit until she shuddered and moaned her way through her first release.

All the while, she stayed as still as possible on his lap, never demanding more, and simply taking what he offered. He’d stroked her hair while he teased her clit, and watched the blues of her eyes deepen in color when the bliss raged.

Cara let out a slow stream of air as she calmed in his lap. “I’d demand you give me another, but …”

“But?”

“Good girls don’t demand anything, do they?”

Gian smirked. “No, they say please and thank you, and patiently wait for more.”

“This is a lot of work, Gian.”

“I always reward you.”

“Thank you.”

“Good. Now …” As he’d spoken, he’d been running his fingers with firm strokes over the entrance of her cunt, feeling the heat and juices of her arousal smearing to his digits. “I want you to take off my tie.”

Cara radiated curiosity and anticipation as she reached for his throat with careful hands. She loosened and then pulled his tie free. Gian worked her pussy with two fingers, pumping deep and curling into her G-spot with every thrust. He could feel the shake in her legs, hear the way her breath caught, and he knew then that her second orgasm was coming on fast. Cara continued her task until the tie was limp in her hands.

Pleased that she had focused on his demand instead of getting off first, he sped up the rhythm of his fingers until she was crying out with another orgasm.

Cara’s back lifted in a beautiful arch. “Oh, my God, Gian.” His tie had gotten twisted in her clenching hands. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

He chuckled. “Yes, but tell me again.”

“I love you, Gian.”

Gian pulled Cara into a proper sitting position on his lap. He gave her a kiss—softer and slower than before. “Of course, you love me like this.”

“And when you’re not like this, too,” she promised.

He wondered how long that would last, though.

“Your tie,” Cara said softly, offering the item between them like a gift.

“Thank you.” The silk slid into his hand, and he shot Cara one of his wicked grins. “Don’t panic too much when I take away your sight and make you feel for a bit.”

Cara tapped his cheek gently with a shaky hand. “I never panic with you.”

Gian took that as her permission.

She barely moved an inch as he blindfolded her with the tie, although her hands gripped tighter around his forearms. He unwound her fingers from his body, and placed them in her lap.

“Be good,” he said in her ear.

Gian took a moment to admire Cara like she was—blindfolded, sitting pretty in his lap, and so trusting.

“Hold still,” he warned, when Cara squirmed.

He could see her questions getting ready to fall from her lips, but he didn’t give her the chance to ask them. Quickly, he lifted them both from the chair, and sat Cara on the edge of his desk. He moved whatever items out of the way that he didn’t want knocked over or broken because of what was coming next.