Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 2
"Whoa," was all I could say.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have enlisted and my life would certainly not have become the big complicated collection of secrets it is.
Grandpa spent every waking moment with me those two weeks, giving me a crash course in business management and investing. "Maximus, use your talents. You have a good head on your shoulders. Begin buying other businesses and learn from them. Hire go-getters. Treat them with respect. Pay them well. Reward good effort. Do not hesitate to use the talents of your employees. Remember your family loves you. They will be loyal to you and want you to succeed. Be loyal to your employees in return, but allow no one to mind your business but yourself."
As it turns out, Grandpa was right. My personality, coupled with a logical mind and the concise communication skills I learned in the military has made me a keen observer and an excellent venture capitalist. I’ve managed to turn that million-dollar trust fund into Maximus Enterprises, a multimillion-dollar conglomeration of successful business ventures worth multi-millions.
I turn my ear to the door, listening for the model, but I hear only silence. She must be applying makeup. I should have told her to stay natural. I lift my face to the sun and let my mind drift along, waiting patiently.
Maintaining a dual lifestyle has been challenging, to say the least, but I’ve successfully kept my business persona and my American life separate with the help of a successful team of handpicked Italian family members I employ. Back home in Alabama, my homeboys know I have money, but not the extent of it. My military family doesn’t know anything at all. They simply know me as Warrant Officer Aurei Moore, an Alabama homeboy, currently stationed at Fort Rucker.
I lace my fingers, put my hands on top of my head and chuckle. I’ve got jaw-dropping news for Sam I am too. If he comes in after my military obligation ends this spring and I have officially resigned, I’m going to come out of the millionaire player closet. My bro is going to be shocked. I chuckle harder as my eyes follow a car passing on the street below.
Three
“Signore?" The sweet little piece of ass calls looking for me from deep inside the studio. I twist my head to her voice. Her bare feet pad across the hardwood floor as she comes closer then stops in the doorway. "Why are you in the cold air?"
"Reminds me how alive I am."
"Are you crazy man? It’s freezing!”
“I laugh. I guess I am a crazy man standing out here freezing my balls blue. I shift my stance to look into the room. Her arms are crossed over her nakedness and she is obviously cold.
"I will wear the mink." She says and retreats inside. I smile at her sweet little ass as she disappears.
Granny Moore introduced me to the art of photography when I was a preteen. She was worried about my 'badass' attitude and gave me my first camera. "You seem to be finding yourself in the middle of schoolyard battles, Dear. You should report Ann's bullying to the teachers. Let the adults handle the children."
I didn’t answer. I knew the only way to protect my little sister was to kick their asses and since I could, I did. Worked too. But then the next year, we moved to another school, and it started all over again, so I had to teach those bullies too.
"You are breeding anger, and anger breeds unhappiness, and unhappiness isn’t a pretty sight for these old eyes." She told me as she handed me a box wrapped in Superman gift paper. I smile again remembering her underlying message. She was proud of me for doing the right thing, even though it wasn’t what she wanted me to do. "I want you to take this and look for positive things to fill you. Focus on the inherent beauty in this world. It is everywhere. Do that, Hun, for your Granny Moore and your life will be full of warmth and goodness."
That summer, I came to Italy to stay with the Liotine side of my family. I took that camera and found beautiful girls willing to pose topless for me. I smirk, remembering. My life has definitely been full of warmth and goodness. I turn my ear to the door, listening, but there is still silence. When this last model arrived, I told her like I’ve told all the others before her. "I’m sure Adona informed you, but I want to be clear before we begin. I shoot nudes. You aren’t required to do anything you don’t want to do. Are we clear?"
"Sì. Where do I change?"
I didn’t answer. I pointed to the spot where she was standing, then to the fur coats hanging on the hook, and left the room for the balcony.
Adona’s Modeling Agency has been providing me with a steady stream of beautiful women to photograph and thereby fuck for years. Since modeling is such a cut throat industry the girls wouldn’t dream of dishing amongst themselves about fucking the photographer for fear of being backstabbed nor would they brag about it for fear of being fired or blackballed. Which allows me to fuck with no strings attached whenever I want, and I can have a new one every time. It’s perfect for someone in my position. My only requirement of Adona is the models she chooses for me are single and my identity remains anonymous.
Today’s beauty steps back up to the doorway wearing the sable mink now. Lowering my head, turning my ear to the door, I wait for her to join me, but she doesn’t. Instead, I hear her feet retreat inside to the warmth of the heated floor.
"Are you ready?" I ask over my shoulder.
"Sì. I am ready." Her tone is professional, but enticing. "Please come here, Americano. Where it is warm.”
I turn to face the room and see her hovering at the edge of the shadow. Should I hold my hand out and ask her to come to me? The sun is bright and I might be able to capture the colors in her raven hair. Inside it will simply blend with the black mink she has chosen to wear. Unless I turn the spotlights on, but I don’t feel like dealing with setting them up now. I walk the few steps to the door, lift my arms overhead, brace on the threshold and lean in, watching her reaction to me and trying to decide inside or outside.
The sweet little piece of ass takes a step closer, coming out of the shadow, throws open the fur coat and invitingly strikes a perfect nude pose. My cock thumps with her uninhibited presentation, making me grin at her in appreciation while noticing how her pale skin illuminates in the direct sunlight. My decision is made. Although her hair would shine in the sun, it would drain her pallor skin of color. Inside it is. Taking the camera hanging on the door latch, I put it around my neck and up to my eye, turn it on her and focus the lens. Her nakedness shines white and pasty against the darkness of the mink. Her hair mixing with it forms a hood effect around her heart shaped face. Snapping pictures of her, I get right to work.
After a few dozen full-length ones, I lower the lens to capture her breasts.
I love a good set of tits. I fell head over heels for a perfect pair thanks to a scene from my childhood of Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman running on the beach in an old TV rerun. Her natural D’s bouncing up and down so hypnotically, moving and flowing. They gave me my first hard-on and my first ejaculation, so naturally, I’m an expert on the subject, and although I fuck skinny models whose tits are not natural, but rather the best implants money can buy, I’m still a connoisseur. She’s a perfect C cup with soft pink nipples that face forward for the most part and are only slightly off center. I zoom in on the tips which are shrunken tight by the exposure to the cold air in her bare-all offering. Tiny goosebumps are raised in the areola and my cock starts to come alive. She arches her back, pushing her breasts out and turns slightly to give me the best angle, then she dips her knees, pushes her ass out working the angles for me. She’s a pro and I do appreciate pros. I shoot a trail of zoomed shots, lower. Her skin is flawless. No moles, no freckles. Her navel sits in a concave stomach. She’s a tad too skinny. She could use a little meat on her bones. I drop the camera down to find her ... 'runway’ of pubic hair. I zoom the focus in tight and see her pink flesh peeking through the hair. Although I love a beautiful pair of tits, pussy is what I really have a thing for. Ah. There’s the prize. My dick thumps at the sight, hardening further. It’s been too long between fucks. I click off dozens of pictures. Moving around her, dropping lower and shooting an up angle, testing her comfort level with my focus to find she doesn’t shy away. She continues to offer different poses and lets me work whatever area I want. She is comfortable in her skin. When I stand up straight and zoom out, turning the focus on her face, I find her smiling, then she winks, flirting.
I smile behind the camera. Good. This session won’t last long. She’s already thinking of sex.
Four
I zoom in on her smile and her lips. Bright white teeth against ruby red lipstick. She bites her lower lip and pulls, slowly letting the teeth slip off. An imp. She could be fun. I can see the bare color of her real lips at the bite mark. Too much lipstick. Not kissable yet. I move up to her painted eyes. Her eyeshadow is lighter shades of browns. She has the standard heavy sable eyeliner and false lashes attached. Her eye color is not surprising. A thought pops into my brain and I drop the camera, pondering the words that flashed by. Boring brown, I prefer blue or green eyed blondes.
She drops her professional pose, letting the mink coat fall and stands straight looking concerned. "What is wrong?" Her fingers feel her false lashes to make sure they are intact. "My eyes?"
“No. They are good." I answer but she doesn’t buy it. High dollar models are worth their price because they read the photographer’s body language and feed off them. She’s not going to let it go. She saw my lack of interest, but I don’t want to tell her that her eyes are a boring brown.
"What then?" She gives me a searching look and her expression says, 'bull shit, you lost focus' and I know I can’t get away without an adequate answer, so I stall while I search for a truthful, yet tactful reason.
"Nothing. You’re good. You are doing fine."
Her hands find her hips and her lips pout. High price models are also high strung and can be complete drama queens given the right push. I don’t want to push those buttons, so I tell her, the rest of the truth that struck me and hope it is enough to avoid a scene. "I just decided to, ah, you know, do a blonde later." I lift the camera to hide behind it and encourage her to continue. Please.... No drama....
I see her pouting lips change to pursed lips as she tilts her head and digests this information. Circling around her again, clicking pictures of her expressions, I feed her ego with her truth. "Your sable hair shines with the sheen of a raven’s coat, blending with the color of the black mink, perfectly framing your beautiful, exquisite face. Your pale skin is flawless. Turn this way now." I start to instruct her, knowing I must take command of the photo shoot and demand her compliance.
"Grazie." She smiles, pleased with my compliments, turns for me, then after a little while offers a flirt. "You are, ah, pretending I am blonde, no?"
I grin from behind the camera. We are going to have fun together. "Am I?"
"Sì. You are." She states as fact, so I lower the camera to look directly into her imp eyes.
"Really?"
She gives me a flirtatious smirk and nods at my briefs.
I glance down and see my bulging cock.
"You are Mister Big Man, no?"
Mister Big Man. That’s a new one. "Hahaha." I laugh out loud, then give her a direct piercing look with the same flirtatious smile. "No. Not yet."
Her flirtatious smirk falters, and her eyes flare shocked. "Dio buono, che diventa più grande?"
Time to play. I laugh again, reach for her hand, then pull her with me to the bar. "Let’s have a drink." When we get there, I take the camera off and set it down. "Sì, my cock gets bigger."
"Hai capito Italiana?" She sputters, a little embarrassed that I understood her outburst
“Sì, parlo correntemente l' Italiano." She rolls her eyes. Busted.
I take a crystal canister filled with amber alcohol and pop the seal, turn the lone glass over and pour myself a stiff one. "Your English is good, but needs practice. Will you drink with me?"
"What kind?" She leans over and examines the bottle.
"Crown Royal. It’s Canadian whiskey. Smooth."
"Whiskey. Umm. Sì, a small one."
"Good girl." Leaning over to open the cabinet door, I reach inside and get another lowball glass. "Would you like it on the rocks?" I glance back at her and catch her eyeing my ass with a look that says 'that’s an incredible ass.' Standing back up, I finish my question. "Or neat?"
"Pardon? I do not understand.”
"On the rocks means over ice, and neat means straight from the bottle."
She looks at my glass and says. "Neat, please."
Pouring her a full shot, I ask. "Will you need water to chase it?"
"Not if it is good whiskey." She answers and when I hand it to her she swirls the contents and sniffs the liquid. "Umm." She lifts her shot and we clink our glasses together. There is no hesitation or timidness to her consumption. She tosses it back like a veteran. "Ummhmm. Good whiskey, no?"
I smile and reach for her glass. "Another?"
"Sì, please."
As I fill our glasses for round two, I feel her eyes on my ass again. I smirk to myself, knowing she is trying to maintain a level of professionalism, but can’t help enjoying the view. When I turn around and extend her glass, I ask. "Do you like a man’s ass?" I smirk at her confused face, then again clink our glasses, and drink alone.
She frowns at me."Pardon? I do not understand."
"Do you like a man’s ass?" I ask again.
"Mansass? I do not know this term." She looks at her drink.
Unable to hide my amusement, I chuckle, but don’t offer an explanation. Instead, I let my eyes devour hers. When she begins to get uncomfortable, I ask again not taking my eyes off hers as I put my fingers under her arm and lift the glass to her lips. "Do you like a man’s ass?"
She stares into mine and I can see the desire building in hers. When the glass reaches her lips, she drops them to drink. I know the burning sensation she feels as the liquid slides down her throat then lights a fire in her gut, colliding with the passion I churned in her pussy. When she swallows, I ease the pressure of my fingers and let the glass gently lower from her lips. When our eyes connect again, I see the fire is lit and before I remove my fingers from her arm, I rub her skin with my thumb. Sending the signal that I may be demanding, but I am an excellent lover. The smile has left her face and the laughter gone from her eyes. Sliding my fingers down her forearm to her hand, I gently remove the empty glass. I set it down on the bar without looking and bring her hand to my lips. I place a small kiss on the back, and her eyes fall to my mouth, watching my lips. When I pull back, I whisper, knowing she has forgotten my question. "Do you?" I can see her about to nod yes and smile at her willingness to capitulate so easily. "Like a man’s ... ass?" I emphasize ass, making her blink then think.
She frowns and says. "Ass ... is ... donkey, no?"
I give her a playful grin, take the hand I hold and put it on my ass, then squeeze her fingers, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek. "No. Do you like a." I emphasize the last two words, dragging them out. "Man’s ... ass?"
She laughs freely. "Oh. Hahaha." And I am rewarded with her true beauty as it bursts forth. "Sì." She tells me enthusiastically. "I do. I like a man’s ass." She gives it another soft squeeze and I laugh with her, then step back and turn to the bar once more. Without asking, I turn to pour us another drink.
Five
She stands beside me and lays her hand on my arm. "My English friend says arse." As the liquid splashes in the glasses, she continues. "Mister Very Big Man has a very big ass, no?"
I chuckle and agree as we prepare to toss it down. "Yes he does and he is glad you like it.”
“Umm hmm." She grins back at me flirting. "It is very good, no?"
"So I’ve been told." We clink and drink, then I pick up the camera and wave her away. "Practice your English. Where are you from?" She walks around the studio, admiring the photos on the walls and answering my questions. "How long have you lived in Rome? How many siblings do you have? How were you discovered? How long have you been modeling? Do you enjoy it? What’s your last project? What country do you like the most?" I must help her a few times find the correct translation and we laugh at her mispronunciations. When her English is almost perfect, I zoom in for a tight shot of her face and I ask the one question that I really want answered honestly. Ready to catch her expression, hoping to capture the moment of perfection. "Have you been in love?"
"Sì." She grins a sexy grin.
"Are you in love now?"
"Sì." She looks directly into the camera.
I sigh, knowing the photo opportunity is a bust. Her smile turns seductive and she walks over, so I lower the camera, and look her eye to eye. She slides up against me, and I feel the cool skin of her hand, followed by the tickle of the fur as she touches my side, then slides it around and down inside my briefs to rest on my ass. She whispers up at me. "I am in love now." That’s not what I wanted to hear. "Will we fuck, Mister Very Big Man with the very big ass?" That’s what I wanted to hear.
I grin down on her. "Do you want to fuck?”
She leans her head back and smiles up at me. "Sì. I want to fuck a very big man with a very big ass. Do you want to fuck?" She kneads my butt cheek.
"I want to fuck too." I lean down, nuzzle her ear and she leans into me. I remove her hand from my ass and hold it as I whisper. "But first." I lean away and search her eyes. They tell me she is willing to do whatever I ask so I command her in a soft, hushed voice. "Walk to the door." I nod my head at the balcony door. "Go." She backs away to do as I ask, bringing my hand with her. I pull her back to me, bringing her hand to my lips once more, place a soft kiss again on it, and say. "Go and wait for me."
Her smile is sweet before she saunters off. As soon as she turns her back, I push my briefs down, kick them off, lean my bare ass against the bar and cross my legs at the ankle. My cock stands out like a flag pole. Raising the camera, I’m ready to begin snapping pictures again. When she reaches the door, she spins around and sees my posture, the camera and my flag pole. A wide, happy smile breaks across her face. The sound of the shutter clicking echoes between us as she drops the fur without being told, letting it slide slowly down her body, softly, silently, spilling onto the floor and laying in a pile around her feet.
