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“Stay right there, baby. Let me clean you up.”
The only response is a quiet, “Mhmm.”
I walk towards the bathroom and grab the washcloth, running it under the warm water until I’m happy with the temperature. I return to my treasure still splayed on the table. Lifting his legs over my shoulders again, I clean the evidence of my love away before gathering him in my arms and walking to our bed.
CHAPTER SIX
JON
Venice is gliding past our gondola, and David holds my hand, leaning his head on my shoulder. The old buildings look different from this vantage point. More imposing. Powerful and graceful.
It’s colder on the water than when we were walking around, but this is an exceptional experience, and I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else.
I’d asked the gondolier to take us down some less touristy waterways, and the quiet streets here were dotted with Venetians going about their daily routine.
The small inlets and covered entrances are mysterious, and I marvel at how different life is here than anywhere else I’ve ever been.
The tourists are the people who seem to be in a hurry, and not the locals. They have a different energy, a calm integrity that I haven’t encountered before. I wonder if this is true about all Italians or only in the small part of Venice we’ve seen.
“I wish we could stay here forever,” David says, turning his face up towards me. There are only a few centimetres between our lips, and I remedy that, taking his lips softly.
“I know what you mean, babe. Maybe one day… but I think you’ll like Rome more.”
“Really? Why?” he asks, his eyes shining up at me.
“I think it’s more cosmopolitan, and you’ll have more things to do in Rome,” I explain. My husband would go stir-crazy if he was inactive for too long, so we are doing as many things and seeing as many cities as possible on our honeymoon.
“Venice feels romantic to me,” David says, looking up at the stately stone buildings. “If you were a city, you would be Venice. Beautiful and strong.”
“You say the best things, my Prince,” I say, and I feel him shiver, so I wrap my arm tighter around his shoulder, trying to project more of my body heat towards him.
His cheeks are flushed with the compliment, and I suddenly want to have him somewhere private. But just as I turn my upper body to talk to the gondolier, we make a turn and emerge from the small canal onto a busier one. We must be heading back towards the hotel.
Sex can wait. This moment can’t.
I turn David’s body so his back is pressed to my front, and I wrap my arms around him, his head resting on my chest, and we watch the setting sun, painting the sky in an orange and pink glow. As we near our stop, I whisper in his ear, “Tonight, we can do whatever you want, my Prince. I want to make you happy.”
He wiggles his back and caresses his cheek against me before saying, “You always make me happy.”
* * *
We’re striding over the marble floor when I hear a soft yet commanding voice call, “Signore David, signore David.”
Fucking Domme! I feel my spine straighten and my heart beat in overtime. I can’t believe this woman.
David is turning at his name being called and pulling me behind him before I can stop him.
Taking a deep breath, I calm my senses and act aloof and unaffected. I set my face into the same one I use at the office when I make multi-million deals—indifferent.
“Scusi, signori, but I didn’t introduce myself last night. I am Francesca Vero, and this is my …”—her mouth quirks up into a small smile— “companion, I think, is the word, Gio Conti.”
Her companion is built like a tank but is refined in his stylish attire, like a jungle cat, beautiful and deadly.
“Buonasera, Sir,” Gio replies, not making eye contact, and I feel somewhat appeased by this action. As if the Domme and I were more equals than rivals.
“Buonasera, Francesca and Gio. I am Jonathan De Witt, and this is my husband, David. We’re visiting your beautiful country for our honeymoon,” I say, looking down at David since he is so quiet beside me, and I see him staring at the marble. Before I can ask him what’s wrong, Francesca says, “Then you must allow me to buy you a drink in celebration. Love and beauty must always be celebrated.”
I’m about to decline, not liking the way David doesn’t want to make eye contact with me.
