The Grand Mistress

The scent of her most intimate part blended with the fragrance of femine skin kindled unbearable craving in Primo's part. His woman tastes like heaven and if only he could bear it, he would stay kneeling at her all night. 

"Primo...I can't take it anymore," Gabriella gasped frustratedly, afraid that her knees could't support her anymore. However she knew she was close, as the threat of new orgasmn rose in her stomach. Soon her moans broke into sobs. She grabbed hard into Primo's hair for support as everything inside her tightened and her orgasm exploded then her mind flew to heaven once more! Ah pure ecstasy!

When Gabriella finally came back to her senses, Primo was already standing, owning her lips for another kiss. It was deep, seeking, very raw that made Gabriella very aware that he wanted his share of the pleasure already. When El tigre broke the kiss, he looked at Gabriella with nothing but eyes full of desire and dragged her toward the bed that had long been waiting for both of them.

Just as Gabriella climbed into the soft mattress, Primo paused to pull off his trunks and  threw it at the floor. When he looked back to focus on Gabriella, he saw her taking initiative to position herself—she bent and crouched in all four, ready to welcome Primo from behind. The sight of her in such a position was so sensual, Primo could only grin deviously as his wanting so increased. He immediately grabbed Gabriella's soft ass, felt its softness and bit his lips trying to suppress his urge.  He didn't want to come right away as the view of her was so alluringly seductive he almost broke loose. 

"You love this position don't you?" Primo's hands were all feeling her behind that was rosy now because of his touches. Then he positioned his own hardness at her moist then slowly rubbed the tip of it and sighed with a painful pleasure. He had withheld himself too much. He was already aching and so, in just seconds after their first contact, he rammed himself intensely inside her and heard the girl cursing him.

"Shit Primo!" 

"It's not shit dulzura," He answered as he took in the devastating pleasure of her tight moist all covering him. "Its fuck and you are so fucking tight!"

Primo's room right away was filled with cursing, moaning, dirty talks and dark fleshly deeds. He rammed on Gabriella again and again, stronger and deeper each time. He couldn't withhold himself from thrusting and for a few minutes, he was obsessively putting in force as he listened to Gabriella's moans and gasps. He threw off many dirty words as he was doing her as it seemed like his woman loved hearing it and soon, he heard his own groan competing with Gabriella's loud scream as they both reached their peak of ecstasy. Primo spilled abundantly inside her and she could only swallow a mouthful when he felt his hot release,

When the pleasure ended, Primo found himself panting beside his woman as he regained his senses. When his mind became clear, he gathered Gabriella in his arms and planted small kisses in her hair. He wanted to initiate another round but she was already exhausted so he settled with just another kiss, pulled the blanket to cover their bodies and had her sleep under his arms.

***

The next morning, Gabriella woke up to the scent of freshly brewed tea and the brightness of the room welcomed her. The sun was already up and birds were singing outside, celebrating the good weather.

"I'm sorry Miss, did I wake you up?" A servant spoke and Gabriella found her just inches from bed, beside the coffee table where a lot of mouth craving food was neatly prepared. 

Gabriella shook her head and smiled timidly. She was very aware she was naked in bed and the thought that the servant found her sleeping in that state in their master's bed sponsored a morning blush in her face. 

"Where's Primo?" She asked but the way Primo's name escaped into her mouth easily made her want to rephrase her question. She felt like it wasn't right to call the man by his first name as she was not his equal, not by wealth and surely not by status. "I mean..where is….ahmm—"

"The master took some early calls," The servants dragged her eyes to the veranda giving Gabriella a hint that Primo was there. "He'll be here to join you shortly. Would you want me to help you dress up?"

"No no," Gabriella shook her head in panic. Are the servants in this house too used to sights like this—a naked woman lying on their master's bed? Why does it feel like they're all okay with it? It doesn't even make them flinch.

Not wanting to trouble the servant, Gabriella tried to find the clothes she wore last night but after a few minutes of rummaging around the bed, she couldn't find any. The servant who was then observing her, hid a smile, a bit amused before she coughed to get Gabriella's attention. 

Gabriella helplessly looked at her again and she guided her sight toward one corner of the room, near a wall where all her clothes scattered, including her underwear. Gabriella could only curse inwardly at how shameless the situation went. How could Primo allow a servant in the room without cleaning off the trace of what they did last night? Damn this man! 

"I can get you a fresh set of clothes Miss,"

"No...just...just give that….please?" Gabriella just sucked in all the shame. "Would you please?"

The servant accommodated her request without much fuss and went to pick up her clothes then gave it to her. She even attended to her, helping her slip the clothes back to her naked flesh and grabbed a comb from the drawer.

"Let me comb your hair Miss," She offered and Gabriella could only nod to give her consent. Although their recent conversation went tremendously awkward for her, the servant however was so warm and accommodating she could not say no to her. 

The servant brushed her hair for a few minutes and stood when it was all done. "Your hair is so long and lovely miss,"

"Thank you,"

"I'll go and prepare your bath. Just call me if you need anything," The servant told her, gave a curtsy and headed for the door. However before she disappeared through it, she seemed to have remembered something "By the way Miss, we don't really have any idea yet of your style so we prepared a couple of dresses for you," She pointed to the hanger where many clothes had been hung. Gabriella surely did not see that hanger last night so she could only guess they prepared it this morning for her.

"Can I just wear the one I wore last night?" Gabriella thought that having another set of clothes was unnecessary. She was to go home anyway so better wore the thing she already owned.

"You may if you want to Miss," She answered politely. "However, I don't think its an appropriate dress to wear at to the place where the master is going to take you,"

"Take me where?" her head formed lines at the servant's statement. She wasn't aware she was required to go somewhere else than home to Allegria penthouses this morning. What did Primo prepare for her this time? Was he not going to send her home yet?

"Let's have breakfast first," Primo's voice cut off the two girl's conversation. The servant acknowledged Primo's presence and decided to prepare the bath she told Gabriella earlier and so, the Monteria heiress again was alone with El Tigre.

As he entered from the veranda, Primo laid the phone he was holding in a coffee table then cued for Gabriella to join him. "Come here dulzura,"

Gabriella paced the distance from the bed to the coffee table and sat in front of Primo. When she settled, Primo however stood and surprisingly dragged his chair toward where she was at so he could sit beside her. Gabriella immediately glared at him and even moved away a little.

"Aren't you a little too close? Can you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Primo's lips were already on hers.  He gave her only a short smack, enough to silence her.

"What's that for?" She raised a brow, still glaring. Isn't this man being too much already? He seduced her last night and now, early in the morning, even dared to steal a kiss?

"A kiss of greeting, dulzura," Primo said nonchalantly and moved to rearrange the utensils so they could start eating. "I head couples do that every morning and whenever they see each other,"

"We are not a couple," Gabriella reminded him because it seemed that he wasn't on the same page with her. Couple his ass!

"Well, apparently, that is not what everyone in Devon City thinks," Primo smiled victoriously as he poured her glass of tea. 

"What are you talking about?" The mention of every person in Devon City got Gabriella thinking hard. What is Primo talking about? No one saw them snuggling in the Garden right?

Did a scandal brew out last night while El Tigre seduced her? Good heavens!