Filthy Commitments: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  He was sliding her panties down now and then his mouth was on her clit, sucking and biting gently as Elli shivered and moaned. He paused for breath and smiled up at her. “Then I would ask him to fuck you, hard, roughly as I film his cock plunging in and out of your vagina.” He slid two fingers into her damp cunt then, and Elli writhed with pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, Aldo…”

  A third finger slid inside her, and she bucked against his hand. “Aldo, please, I want your cock, I need your cock inside me.”

  Aldo unzipped his pants and pulled his tumescent cock out, hard and quivering with arousal. “You want this, pretty girl?”

  She nodded and removing his hand, he obliged, fucking her hard as they began to describe more and more kinky ways to fuck. Aldo pinned her hands above her head as he tumbled her off the couch onto the carpet. “I would love to see this incredible body in a leather harness,” he said, clamped her legs around him and thrusting deep inside her. “There’s just something about seeing you bound and helpless…you weren’t happy with the blindfold, but what if you could see what I was about to do to you, but you were still helpless to stop it. We could role play…you could be the political prisoner, I could be your torturer…I mean in a way you enjoyed,” he added, seeing her eyes widen in surprise. “Nothing dangerous.”

  Elli relaxed, and they made love until they were both breathless and sated.

  They got to live out one fantasy a few nights later. Aldo brought Elli to a New Year’s Eve gala benefit held in one of the city’s beautiful art museums. He introduced Elli to the man who had organized the gala, Maceo Bartoli, Venice’s most celebrated art dealer. Elli liked the man immediately; his merry eyes and sweet smile belied the handsome face. With a pang, she realized mid-conversation that he reminded her so much of Indio, that her chest began to hurt. Indio before the darkness, before he had left her. Maceo, his dark curls highlighted with silver, introduced Elli to his wife, Orianthi, a dark-haired beauty who had as much mischief in her eyes as her husband. Ori bore Elli off to grab some drinks from the waiters who glided gracefully and discreetly around the gathering. Ori took an orange juice for herself, nodding down to her swollen belly. “This one won’t let me drink for another three months.”

  She glows, Elli thought, warming to the other woman. “Is it your first?”

  Ori shook her head, grabbing a canape from a tray and shoving it into her mouth in a way that Elli approved of. “No, we have a son too, Dario. He’ll be eight soon, a charmer just like his dad. How long have you and Aldo been together?”

  “Just a couple of months. It’s early days. Have you known him long?”

  “A while but not well. He’s kind of private. We don’t see him out much. He’s a home boy, I think, especially since his fiancée died. Awful, that was. I know something about being stabbed, so when Maceo met him, just after Yvetta died, Maceo told him about our history. I think it helped to talk to someone who knew what it was like.”

  “Maceo was stabbed?”

  Ori shook her head. “No, I was. By a psychotic asshole who thought woman were possessions. But I nearly died, and Maceo went through hell. At least I had morphine. So, he could relate to how Aldo felt. I hope it helped Aldo come to terms.” She smiled at Elli. “Sorry, this is morbid. Let’s change the subject. Are you in love with Aldo’s home? I have such envy – not that Maceo wouldn’t build one for me if I asked, but still. Whoever designed and built it for Aldo was a genius.”

  Elli felt her chest clench a little, but she asked the question anyway, keeping her tone casual. “Do you know who the architect was?”

  Ori shook her head and leaned in conspiratorially. “I don’t, but I heard he was some kind of player. Don’t quote me on this because I don’t know for sure, but there were rumors that Yvetta was sleeping with him, and that he may have had something to do with her murder. Of course, it was never proved, and her murder is unsolved still. Hey, are you okay?”

  Elli had paled. It couldn’t be Indio, it couldn’t. He would never hurt another person…would he? Her nightmare came back to her, and she shivered. She tried to smile at Ori. “I’m fine, honestly. Just such a lot of pain to cope with…I just feel for Aldo.”

  “I know. Hey,” Ori said, apparently wanting to distract her, “You’re a journalist, right? I read your interview with Aldo and was inspired to read some of your other stuff. You’re really talented.”

  Elli flushed with pleasure. It meant a lot to her that this lovely woman liked her work. “Thank you, Ori, you’re very kind. If you ever wanted to tell your story, please think of me.”

  Ori hooted a little. “I’m not that interesting, believe me. Come on, let’s look around.”

  An hour later, Aldo, catching up with her, bent his mouth to her ear. “Meet me upstairs, in the small balcony above the O’ Keefe. Do you see it?”

  She nodded, and he disappeared. In a minute or so, she left Ori with Maceo and followed Aldo upstairs. The marbled hallway echoed with the chatter from below, but it was empty. As she got to the balcony, Aldo pulled her roughly into the little alcove that overlooked the gathering.

  He kissed her passionately, then began to hitch up the skirt of her dress. Elli grinned, and when he encountered bare flesh instead of underwear, he looked up in surprise. “I thought something like this might happen…well, I hoped it would,” she whispered. Aldo stood and kissed her again.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, “Then we’ll try something different.”

  He unzipped his pants and thrust deep inside her. Elli gasped, and Aldo clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her. It was hard, quick thrilling fuck, and they both came quickly.

  Elli rammed her legs together as she felt his cum trailing down her leg, but it was such a turn-on to play like this, the fear of being caught adding to the fun. Aldo lowered her skirt and turned her to face out of the balcony.

  “Now,” he said quietly, moving behind her, “the game is this. I’m going to fuck you from behind, but you must remain as if a statue so that no-one guesses what we are doing. Every time you feel my cock thrust into you, I want you to find a man in the gathering below, gaze at him, and pretend it’s his cock fucking you. Control your orgasm, concentrate on feeling it entirely in your cunt.”

  Elli felt him push up the back of her skirt now and part her legs with his hand, caressing her clit from behind. She put her hands flat on the waist-height balcony balustrade to steady herself as Aldo entered her.

  “Look at him, or him, or him…” Aldo’s murmur was low and masterful. “All of these men in this room would kill to fuck you, Elliana. Look at them.”

  As he fucked her, Elli obeyed his instructions and imagined some of the good-looking, successful men in the gallery were the one’s reaming her so hard. The international property magnate with the red-gold hair, or the sleek blonde racehorse owner…or Maceo Bartoli…

  Elli felt disloyal to Ori, looking at her husband with those thoughts, but Maceo was easily the most handsome man in the room. Aldo thrust harder as he neared his peak and keeping still was getting harder for Elli. She concentrated on Maceo, registering again how much he looked like Indio, and as she neared her peak, she felt Aldo’s hand on her belly, pulling her back into the shadows. He muffled her cry with his mouth. They panted, calming themselves. They tidied up their clothes, grinning at each other.

  “That was such a rush,” she whispered, and Aldo grinned, nodding, kissing her again.

  “Thank you for helping to fulfill that particular fantasy,” he said, and she laughed.

  “It was my pleasure.”

  The countdown to midnight was starting, and Elli and Aldo kissed as the clock struck twelve and the cheers went up in the room.

  “Happy New Year, Elli, my beautiful one.”

  “Happy New Year, handsome.” He kissed her again, long and hard. They were breathless when they broke apart, and Elli grinned at him. “Dang, that one kept going.”

  Aldo laughed and reached for her hand. “Ready to
go down?”

  “I must just use the bathroom, freshen up.”

  Aldo nodded. “It’s just along this corridor, two lefts and a right. I’ll meet you back downstairs.

  Elli walked along the hallways of the art gallery. There was no-one around, and her shoes clicked on the marble floor and echoed off the old stone. She found the bathroom where Aldo said it was and went in. She was washing her hands when she felt the feeling of being watched again. She whirled around, but the vast, luxurious bathroom was empty. Her skin prickled, but Elli let out a long breath of relief.

  Then the door of the bathroom closed with a slam, and she was running towards it, yanking it open. She looked both ways down the hallways – to see, for the briefest second, the back of a tall man rounding the corner. He had dark brown messy curls, and Elli’s heart began to beat heavily against her ribs.

  Indio…

  She yanked the high heels from her feet and took off after him as fast as her lilac column dress would let her. She pushed through doors, not even glancing around the rooms, sure he had been watching her. She told herself over and over that it couldn’t be him and finally, breathless she slowed and stopped.

  This is ridiculous. It’s just paranoia.

  Elli breathed in as she calmed herself. Stop. Just stop.

  He doesn’t deserve your time, Moretti, he left you. He’s gone, and there’s a gorgeous, sexy man, with whom you’ve just had public sex, waiting for you downstairs.

  She turned and retraced her steps back to the bathroom. Just as she was about to descend the stairs, a light breeze carried the scent of a man’s expensive cologne to her. Indio’s favorite. For a second, she breathed it in, eyes closed, then gritting her teeth, she stomped downstairs, almost angry now. Aldo was chatting to Maceo and Ori as she returned to his side and slipped her hand into his. He smiled down at her and kissed her cheek. “Here she is.”

  “We were just saying, we should all have dinner sometime,” Ori said to Elli and Elli nodded.

  “I would love that.” Maceo, she noticed, didn’t seem as enthusiastic and she wondered if she had done something to offend him. But when they said goodbye, he kissed her cheek warmly.

  “If you or your magazine ever need any artistic spaces or anything, please let me know. It would be great to work with you.”

  Elli smiled at him. “That sounds like a great idea. How about mid-January??”

  “Great. Happy New Year, sweetheart.” He handed her a card, and they said goodbye.

  In the car on the way back to Elli’s apartment, Elli leaned her head on Aldo’s shoulder. “I’m glad we’re staying in the city tonight.”

  “You don’t like our house?”

  She chuckled. “Your house and of course I do. It’s just my place is closer, and I’m feeling very, very horny right now.”

  Aldo laughed. “Well, that’s just about the best news a man could hear.”

  She kissed his jawline as he drove to the parking garage nearest to her apartment. Walking hand-in-hand back to her place, Elli looked up at him. “Aldo?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Feel like getting kinky tonight?”

  Aldo grinned. “Always. What were you thinking?”

  Elli hesitated. “I’d like to try the blindfold thing again. I think it would teach me to trust better.”

  He nodded. “We could do that, we could play some games.”

  In bed, he wound his tie around her eyes. “Can you see?”

  “No,” she grumbled, “And it’s torture knowing you’re naked and I can’t see you.”

  Aldo laughed. “And, you won’t be able to touch me either. I’m going to tie your hands behind your back, beautiful.”

  “You are?”

  “Yep. On your stomach, Moretti.”

  Elli laughed and obeyed, and Aldo bound her hands, tucking them into the small of her back as he rolled her onto her back again. Elli wriggled, smiling.

  “You like that, huh?”

  She laughed. “Surprisingly, yes. Now, tell me about this game.”

  “Well, you see this beautiful soft belly of yours?” He ran a finger down her stomach, and she sighed happily. “Well, we’re going to play a game of guess. I’m going to stroke various objects down it, and you have to guess what they are.”

  “Are all these objects attached to you?”

  “Some of them are,” they were both laughing now, “Some I will have culled from your place.”

  Elli giggled. “And what is the purpose?”

  “Apart from me spending quality time with your gorgeous abs? Well, here’s the game. If you guess six or more right, you win, and I go down on you like I never have before. Get four or fewer, you suck my dick, and let me come into your sweet mouth.”

  “Dirty boy,” but she was getting wet at the thought. “And if I get five correct?”

  “Subtract one from seventy.”

  Elli laughed. “Oh, you are so on, Mr. Constanza.”

  She heard Aldo go back to the kitchen, the living room. “I’m not trying to sway you, but you might want to look in my nightstand.”

  She heard him come back into the bedroom, the drawer of her nightstand open. “Oh, ho ho,” he said, with a chuckle. “You’ve been holding out on me, you little minx.” She heard the buzz of her vibrator then jumped as Aldo touched it to her clit. “I have to say I’m relieved my only love rival comes with batteries.”

  Elli smiled, feeling a little guilty but not wanting to break the mood. She felt Aldo climb onto the bed then his fingers stroking her belly. “Too easy, that’s your hand.”

  “Did I say I had started? I was just preparing the playing field.”

  Elli started to giggle now, both amused by their game, and with nervous anticipation. She felt him kiss her belly, run his tongue around her navel.

  “Okay, my beautiful Elli, what’s this?”

  She felt something cold, very cold, circle her navel. “Ice cube?”

  “An easy one to start.” He traced the ice around her belly then to her nipples. Elli moaned at the sweet pain of the ice. Aldo chuckled softly, stroking it down her body and into her sex. Elli shifted, wriggling with pleasure and when she felt Aldo’s mouth on her nipple, cold from the ice cube, she gasped a little and arched her back to meet his lips. He teased her nipples with the ice cube until it melted then kissed her mouth. “You taste like heaven, Elli. Next item.”

  A soft, ticklish thing, a feather, was next, Aldo tracing it around her belly then up and down her body as his other hand massaged her clit. Elli, enjoying the game and getting more aroused, guess the next three items as well - a crystal ornament Vivienne had brought her from Paris, the edge of a wooden box from her desk, the cold metal of her fountain pen.

  Aldo kissed her. “You have five correct already, baby.”

  “We could just stop here and suck each other,” she said, but Aldo laughed.

  “No way…this is too much fun. Next one.”

  Elli felt something cold and metallic touch her skin. At first thin, like a needle, and then flat against her skin…like a knife? Elli’s blood ran cold, and for a second she couldn’t breathe.

  “A knife?” She said, hesitantly. She heard Aldo’s sharp intake of breath.

  “Of course not, Elli, what do you think I am? It was my watch.”

  “I’m sorry, Aldo, I wasn’t accusing you of anything. Some people like knife play. I’m just not one of them.”

  “Me neither, Elli, especially after what happened to…” His voice choked off and Elli felt bad. She couldn’t reach out to comfort him, her hands still bound behind her.

  “God, Aldo, I’m sorry, I was insensitive. Please, let me up so I can hug you.”

  “No. It’s okay, I understand why you would have guessed that. Let’s just put it down as a wrong guess. Next one.”

  It was hard but soft at the tip against her skin, almost silky. Elli, trying to cheer him up, smiled at him. “Is that your incredible cock?”

  Aldo laughed and pushed he
r blindfold off. Elli blinked to see him tracing his cock around her navel. “Correct. Which means you win, beautiful. Now…” He shifted down the bed and hooked her legs over his shoulders. “Hold on tight, little one.” He grinned up at her and Elli could see no lingering anger or hurt in his eyes. Aldo buried his face in her sex, and she sighed as she felt his tongue twit around her clit until it was hypersensitive, then he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, almost violently until she was screaming his name and begging him never to stop.

  Afterward, they fucked until dawn and fell asleep together, lips almost touching, Aldo’s big arm locked around her waist. To Elli’s great relief, the nightmares didn’t make another appearance, and when she woke in the morning, she felt rested and safe.

  In the shower, she took him in her mouth and sucked him until he was groaning, coming into her mouth. He lifted her afterward, and took her against the shower wall, his big frame almost filling the tiny cubicle.

  While Elli dressed, Aldo went out buy fresh soft rolls for their breakfast. He returned as she was brewing some fresh coffee. He held out a newspaper to her, and she took it, registering the anger on his face. “What is it?”

  “Page eleven.” He said shortly. She opened the paper and saw the picture of them leaving the art gallery the previous night. Aldo was kissing her. She looked up at him. “So, we’ve gone public.”

  “That’s not all. Read the article.”

  Elli looked down and began to read. “What the fuck?” The article, far from just outing them as a couple, ripped into Elli’s journalistic integrity about dating a subject of an interview, called into question whether it had been a legitimate article or a puff piece designed to sell her ‘boyfriend’s’ business to the masses. There was no identification of the writer in the piece.

  “Ms. Moretti seems preoccupied with Mr. Constanza’s physical attributes far more than actually questioning whether his philanthropy is genuine or masks a man whose ruthless business acumen means he leaves few survivors in his wake. But what strikes me most is this – since when has Il Mondo Italia been what amounts to a gossip magazine pandering to the elite? Since Ms. Moretti needed to get her rocks off, it seems. A sad downturn in the quality of a previously fine investigative magazine. Ms. Moretti, you should be ashamed.”