Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You can come tonight. At her surprise.” Matt paused. “You did get that invitation, didn’t you?”
“I did.” He considered, while I remained bent over the back of the couch, fully on display. Finally, he said, “All right. No orgasms for her, no orgasms for me. What do you think about that, Charlotte? We watch each other get tormented all day?”
“Oh, yes,” I moaned.
He smacked me lightly on the ass. “Then get up. Let’s go make ourselves miserable.”
* * * *
Though Matt didn’t come with us, I still followed his instructions and walked around the resort rather than grabbing a golf cart. It had the intended effect; Dante and I made it all the way down the long path and through the gate with the “Private Residence Staff Only” sign on it before I needed to stop.
“Those are some evil panties.” Dante laughed at me as I leaned against a stone retaining wall and remained cautiously still, breathing slow to get myself under control.
“You’re telling me.” I wasn’t sure how Matt expected me to hold off all day under direct clitoral assault. “At least, you have it easier. All you have to do is not…” I gestured to his obvious erection.
“You think it’s easy for me to watch a naked woman who looks like you walking around in a pair of panties that are going to make her come?” He shook his head. “But in the spirit of fairness, we can go somewhere even more stimulating for me.”
“It’ll be more stimulating for me too,” I pointed out.
“How about one of the pools?” he suggested. “We can watch from the sidelines while people get off and hate them for it.”
When I could safely move again, I asked him, “How are you Dante, if you’re the one leading? Shouldn’t you be Virgil and I’m Dante?”
“You know the reference!” He laughed with an almost childlike delight that was utterly adorable. “Want to know why I picked that name?”
“Sure. Anything to take my mind off these damn pearls.” They rolled and squeezed with every step.
“I studied the literature of the Italian middle ages in Florence when I was doing my master’s. I would have gone with Boccaccio, but people only know Dante.” He shrugged. “And it works at clubs back in the States, since Dante isn’t an unusual name there.”
“I never thought about it, but you’re right.” I scanned my memory. “I graduated with like, four Dantes.”
“Four?” He laughed.
“My high school was huge. We had our graduation in a college football stadium.” I stopped myself. “Wait, we’re not supposed to talk about personal stuff, are we?”
“I never saw that in the rules. But you might know better than me, since you’re a special guest of the owner,” he pointed out.
“If I’m a special guest of the owner, and you’re clearly someone he knows outside of the resort, maybe it’s okay to break this one rule.” At least, one that seemed this relatively minor. “So, tell me about Italy.”
“You’ve never been?” His eyebrows raised.
“Why is that a natural assumption? Is there something about me that seems particularly Italian or Italy-adjacent?” I teased him.
“I figured because you’re with Matt. Rich people always seem to go to Europe.”
“Oh.” I got it. He thought I was Matt’s girlfriend.
Wait. I am Matt’s girlfriend.
“No Italy yet, I’m afraid.” I nudged Dante with my elbow. “But keep talking. It’s helping to take my mind off everything happening between my legs right now.”
“Italy was a lot of fun. Good food, good music. I went to the opera like every week. My master’s is in classical music,” he explained.
Our conversation had brought us down to a main public area, one of the many fountains that served as a zone for public sex. We heard the passionate vocalizations of participants over the sound of the splashing water even before we ducked through the arch in the faux ruins that surrounded it. If voyeurism was a person’s kink, they would get their fill and more at Ascend Red.
That should have been in the brochures. If there was such a thing as brochures for this place. In fact…
“How does one get an invitation to Ascend Red? I mean, without knowing Matt ahead of time?” I asked Dante, unable to take my eyes off a woman who looked like a supermodel getting spit-roasted over the lip of the fountain. The wet slap of her partner’s hips against her ass brought my heart to my throat. I wanted a cock in me, badly. I wanted to get pounded and scream like she was screaming around the cock in her mouth.
“I don’t know,” Dante confessed, and when I glanced over, his gaze was fixated on the same sight. “I got invited because I know Matt.”
Awkward.
“Wait, does that mean I’m going to end up seeing you socially at some point in the future and we’ll have to pretend this never happened?”