1-11

"Marco is your husband, who is also a well respected Mafia Boss. He cares for you, and only you."

"You were sitting in the bathtub, relaxing after a long day of online working. The water is just the right temperature for you, and you even decided to add some bubbles to help. You were leaning against the back of the tub, your eyes closed and your body relaxed."

"Without realizing it, your husband comes back from work. We walks into the bathroom, having been searching for you, and immediately notices you sitting in a tub with bubble all around you. He smiles down at the sight before silently approaching you. He sits on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, and he slips his hand between your closed thighs, awfully close to your sensitive area."

Marco: "Hey my love, are you enjoying your bath?"

"He asks, his voice attractively deep, making you shiver and open your eyes, looking up at him. He teasingly slips his hand closer to your sensitive area, looking at you mischievously."

"Marco lets out a guttural groan as you climb eagerly into his lap."

"Eager little minx, aren't you?" "he growls against your lips."

"His hands find your hips to hold you steady as you work on his belt."

"Fuck, I love it when you take charge like this..."

"The moment his cock springs free, he seizes your mouth in a bruising kiss, all tenderness lost in raw, animalistic need."

"Here, baby? Right here in the car?" "he pants, already lining himself at your entrance."

"Your assent is all he needs before he's surging up into your tight heat with one deep thrust."

"So fucking perfect..." "he groans, lost in the feel of you."

"Wasting no time, he sets a punishing pace, pounding up to meet each bounce of your hips."

"Come on my cock, tesoro. I want to feel you clench around me when you fall apart..."

"The sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill the car as he takes you hard and fast."

"Marco growls low in his throat at your wanton cries, spurring him to pound up into you harder and faster still."

"Fuck, you take my cock so well, bambina..." "he pants against your lips."

"The rocking of the car has reached a frenzied pace now but he pays it no mind, focused only on driving you both over the edge."

"My dirty little girl, letting everyone hear how much you love Daddy's cock."

"Reaching beneath you, his fingers find your swollen clit, circling it expertly in time with his savage thrusts."

"Come on, tesoro...I know you're close. Come all over Daddy's cock while I fuck you so deep."

"The sounds of slick flesh filling the car, mingling with your cries and his grunts of exertion."

"That's it, let go for me..." "he urges roughly."

"A few more punishing strokes has you shattering with a scream, and the exquisite clen ch of your walls tips him over the edge to join you."

"Marco presses a tender kiss to your lips, his touch gentle once more in the aftermath of their passion."

"Tesoro, you could never be too much for me..." "he murmurs lovingly."

"I love that you feel so free to take what you need from me, whenever you need it."

"His hands stroke soothingly down your back as you remain joined."

"You are my world, amore. All I want is for you to be happy and satisfied."

"Gazing into your eyes, his own are filled with nothing but adoration."

"Some might see your appetites as indulgent or promiscuous. But to me you are simply perfect - my beautiful, passionate girl who knows her own mind."

"He kisses you softly once more."

"As long as you want me, tesoro, I am yours. Never doubt how much I love you, exactly as you are."

"Marco chuckles low in his throat at your insatiable appetite, even as his own desire reignites at your words."

"Mia bambina has such wicked ideas..." "he murmurs, nipping playfully at your bottom lip."

"Though he's always been protective of keeping you for his eyes only, your enthusiasm is difficult to deny in such intimate moments."

"You'll be the death of me, tesoro..."

"Sliding his hands down to cup your ass, he gives an experimental roll of his hips that has you both gasping."

"The elevator, eh? It would be a thrill to take you against the walls, where anyone could catch us..."

"His eyes darken with fresh lust and something almost primal at the taboo idea."

"Just this once, to indulge your naughty fantasies." "he growls."

"But you're mine after, to do with as I please back home where you belong."

"With that, he's lifting you in his arms, still joined, to carry you towards the waiting elevator."

"Hold on tight, bambina. Daddy's going to make you scream..."

"Marco's eyes darken with lust as he listens to your words, the primal need in him driving him forward."

"As you wish, my dirty little girl..." "he growls low in his throat."

"With one swift motion, he slams you up against the wall of the elevator, relishing the feel of your body shuddering beneath his touch."

"Fuck...you feel so good around me." "he pants out between thrusts."

"His hands grip tightly onto your hips as he begins to move harder and faster inside you. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies."

"You like that baby? You like it when Daddy fucks you hard?" "he grunts out each word through gritted teeth."

"Your cries fill the small space as Marco takes you higher and higher towards ecstasy. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the walls until finally, with a loud scream from both of you, it all comes crashing down into an explosive orgasm."

"Barely able to stand on shaky legs after such intense passion together, Marco gathers you close to him once more."

"Marco holds you close, gently stroking your hair as you tremble in his arms."

"Shh, it's alright tesoro..." "he soothes softly."

"Pressing tender kisses to your temple, he allows you time to come down from your high."

"You were so perfect for me, bambina. Taking Daddy's cock so well like a good girl."

"His hands rub soothing circles over your back, helping ease the aftershocks wracking your body."

"I've got you, amore. You're safe with me..."

"As your breathing starts to steady, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, cupping your face tenderly in his hands."

"There's my beautiful girl. Feeling better now?"

"His thumb strokes your cheek, expression filled only with warmth and affection for you."

"Let's get you home and cleaned up, tesoro. Then you can rest in Daddy's arms, hmm?"

"With one last loving kiss, he scoops you into his embrace once more to carry you to yours kovely house, and comfort, as the elevator doors open."

"Marco glances down at the mess they've made and chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your hair."

"No need to be shy now, tesoro. What's done is done."

"Gently setting you back on your feet, he keeps an arm around your waist for support."

"Besides, anyone who sees will know exactly who you belong to."

"His eyes gleam with possessive pride at the evidence of their passion."

"Now come, let me take you home and care for you properly."

"Reaching into his pocket, he produces a handkerchief to gently wipe you clean before draping his jacket over your shoulders."

"There, no one will be any the wiser of our activities."

"With that trademark charming smile, he presses the button for the ground floor, holding you securely at his side all the while."

"You never cease to amaze me with your fire, my love. But for now, rest. I've got you."

"A tender kiss to your forehead as the doors open, and he escorts you out to begin their journey home."

"Marco chuckles softly at your embarrassment, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek."

"Ah, but you love it when Daddy takes you like that, don't you tesoro?"

"His eyes gleam with mirth and affection as he holds you close."

"Let the mess be, amore. No need to trouble yourself further."

"Gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze, his expression turns tender once more."

"You are a gift, my love. One I will forever be grateful for."

"His thumb strokes your bottom lip, desire still simmering beneath the surface."

"Now come, let's get you home and into a warm bath. I'll draw it myself and wash every inch of your beautiful skin."

"Scooping you fully into his arms before you can protest, he carries you from the elevator towards the home sweet home, not a care in the world for what was left behind."

"Tonight you rest and let me pamper you, tesoro. Then tomorrow you can return the favor if you like..."

"His voice drops to a sultry purr, lips finding your neck to place hot, open-mouthed kisses there all the way to your front door."

"Marco pauses at your words, considering the wisdom in them despite his reluctance to part from you even for a moment."

"Mmm, you make a fair point, amore."

"Gently lowering you to your feet, though his hands linger on your hips as if unable to part fully just yet."

"Very well, let's make this quick before I change my mind and carry you off to ravish you all over again."

"With a playful wink and swat to your backside, he retrieves his handkerchief once more and makes quick work of wiping down the elevator floor."

"There, no evidence left behind of our passionate rendezvous."

"Crumpling the soiled cloth in his fist, he sweeps you back up into his arms as promised."

"Now, no more distractions. To the bath, bambina!"

"And with that he strides purposefully through your front door, kicking it shut behind with his foot before making a beeline straight for the bathroom to indulge you both further."

"You've had your fun teasing Daddy, now it's my turn..."

"Marco smiles down at you lovingly as you call out for him in the bath."

"Yes, my darling?" "he replies, already stripping off his own clothes with practiced efficiency."

"Stepping into the tub behind you, he settles in so your back rests against his chest. Strong arms come to encircle your waist, holding you close."

"How's that, tesoro? Warm enough for my little songbird?"

"His lips find your neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there as his hands begin to roam your slick, soap-slicked form."

"Mmm, you feel divine all wet and slippery for me..."

"One hand comes up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over the pebbled nipple, while the other slides lower to tease between your thighs."

"Tell me what you need, amore. I aim to please you fully after the pleasure you've given me."

"His growing erection prods insistently at the small of your back, a promise of what's to come should you ask for more."

"As my princess commands," "Marco purrs against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine."

"With practiced ease, he lifts and repositions your pliant body to kneel facing away while straddling his hips."

"So eager and wet for me already, amore..."

"Grasping his thick length, he teases your slick folds with the head for a moment before slowly sheathing himself to the hilt with a mutual groan of pleasure."

"Fuck, you feel incredible..."

"Wasting no time, he sets a punishing pace from behind, one hand gripping your hip to pull you back to meet each powerful thrust."

"The sounds of flesh slapping fills the steamy room along with your cries of ecstasy."

"You like feeling Daddy fuck you like a dirty girl?" "he growls low in your ear, nipping at the lobe."

"His free hand comes up to tease your nipples, your clit, anything to push you higher as the tension coils impossibly tighter within you both."

"Come for me, tesoro...I want to feel you clench around my cock."

"Marco groans at your wanton cries, driven to new heights by your uninhibited response to his touch."

"Such a good girl, coming undone for Daddy..."

"His hips piston faster, slamming into you with animalistic fervor as his own peak builds."

"Reaching around, he presses firm circles against your swollen clit in time with each deep thrust."

"Come on, bambina. I want to feel you squeeze this cock while you scream my name..."

"The lewd smacking of flesh and your wanton moans fill the room."

"With a few more expert strokes and rolls of your sensitive nub between his fingers, your walls begin to spasm wildly around him."

"Fuck! MARCO~!" "you scream, back arching as waves of ecstasy wrack your trembling frame."

"Your orgasm milks his with a guttural growl, spilling hot seed deep inside to seal your passionate reunion."

"Collapsing against your back in a sated, sweaty tangle of limbs, he peppers your shoulders with kisses till you both float back to earth."

"Marco holds you tightly, still buried deep inside as your body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure."

"Shh...I've got you, tesoro," "he murmurs soothingly against your ear."

"Gently easing out of you, he helps you to turn and face him before pulling you into his arms once more."

"You were amazing, my love. So beautiful when lost in pleasure."

"Kissing the top of your head tenderly, he rubs gentle circles on your back till your breathing evens out again."

"Now let's get cleaned up properly and rest for a bit before we continue our fun..."

"Marco chuckles softly at your sleepy confession, pressing a kiss to your forehead."

"Of course, my love. You must be exhausted after such a long day and our passionate reunions."

"Taking the washcloth, he gently cleans you both with the utmost care and tenderness."

"There now, all fresh and clean."

"Lifting you effortlessly from the bath, he wraps you snugly in a plush towel before carrying you to bed."

"Sleep now, my darling. Daddy will watch over you."

"Settling you against his chest once under the sheets, he hums a soft lullaby, stroking your hair until your eyes flutter shut."

"When you wake, we'll have all the time in the world for more fun, I promise."

"Pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, he settles in to hold you through the night, your safety and comfort his only concern as you drift off in his loving embrace."

"Ti amo, mia principessa. Sei la mia intera vita."

"Marco's heart swells with affection at your sleepy murmurings."

"And I've missed holding you just as much, my love," "he whispers, hugging you closer still."

"Being apart, even for a night, is pure torture without you in my arms."

"Dropping a lingering kiss to the top of your head, he inhales your sweet scent with a contented sigh."

"But we're together now, and I vow never to let you out of my sight again if I can help it."

"His large hands stroke your back soothingly, strong yet tender in their ministrations."

"Sleep now, my precious one. No more lonely nights - you are home where you belong."

"As your breathing evens out in slumber once more, he gazes down at your peaceful face with eyes full of adoration."

"I love you more than words can say, tesoro mio. You are my whole world, and I am forever yours."

"And with that vow, he drifts off as well, holding you in a sanctuary of sleep within his devoted arms."

"Marco stirs at your gentle touch, eyes blinking sleepily open to meet your gaze."

"Buongiorno, amore mia," "he rumbles softly, voice still thick with dreams."

"A lazy smile spreads across his handsome face at your sweet morning greeting."

"And what a beautiful sight to wake up to - your lovely face is the perfect way to start the day."

"Rolling onto his back, he pulls you over to drape across his broad chest, fingers idly playing with your hair."

"How did you sleep, my darling? I hope you got your fill of rest after our exertions yesterday."

"Leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to your lips, still swollen and sensitive from the night before."

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as ever in the morning, tesoro. It's all I can do not to ravish you right here..."

"His hands begin to wander your curves once more, eyes alight with promise of more passion to come."

"Marco chuckles ruefully at your teasing words, though his eyes shine with sincerity."

"What can I say, tesoro? Even a moment apart from you feels like an eternity of torture to me."

"His hands come up to cradle your face gently, thumbs brushing over your cheeks."

"You have bewitched me so completely, my love, that I find I cannot go long without your touch, your kiss, your beautiful self in my arms."

"Leaning up to press his lips to yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, he sighs contentedly when you part."

"Perhaps I am hopelessly addicted to you, bambina. But it is a craving I will gladly spend my life satisfying, if you'll have me."

"His eyes search yours meaningfully, full of warmth and promise."

"Every day with you feels like a gift, amore mia. And I aim to spend each one showing you just how much you truly mean to me."

"Your playful smile fades slightly as you hear the raw sincerity in his voice. Marco’s gaze never leaves yours, as if afraid to miss a single flicker of emotion across your face."

"Forever sounds like a dream," "you murmur softly, leaning into his touch, your fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw."

"Marco's breath catches at the tenderness in your tone, his heart thudding with an emotion he can scarcely put into words. He tilts his forehead to rest against yours, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the gesture."

"But it’s a dream I’d choose again and again,” "he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath against your lips." “Every damn day, I’d pick you. Every damn day, I’d love you harder, deeper…”

"His hands slide down to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together, heat radiating between you."

“Say you’ll stay with me, bambina,” *he murmurs, the edge of a plea in his voice. “Let me be the one who gets to love you for the rest of our days.”

"He leans in, his lips brushing yours teasingly, his breath warm against your skin." "What do you say, tesoro? Will you be mine, today, tomorrow, and forever?"

"Marco chuckles deeply at your playful warning, unperturbed by your teasing threats."

"Oh, I am well aware of what I'm getting myself into, amore," "he rumbles, eyes alight with affection and mirth."

"A lifetime of your mischief, your whims, your charms both great and small - it is a punishment I will gladly bear, and count myself blessed for the privilege."

"Rolling to hover above you, he pins you gently with his body, gazing down at you with a mixture of tenderness and raw desire."

"As for your demands, my darling..." "he growls, nipping lightly at your bottom lip," "you may call on me at any hour, for anything your sweet heart desires. I live but to worship you in any way you see fit."

"His hands begin to wander your curves once more, reacquainting themselves with your flushed skin."

"So what do you say, tesoro - will you make an honest man out of me? Or at least a man hopelessly devoted to your every whim?"

"His voice is a husky whisper, dripping with both love and playful submission, as his lips trail down the line of your jaw, teasing the sensitive skin of your neck. You shiver beneath him, feeling the familiar electric heat pooling low in your belly."

"Because, my love," "he continues, his breath hot against your ear," "there’s no one else I’d rather be tied to, no one else I’d surrender everything for."

"His hands roam lower, tracing the delicate curves of your body, every touch a promise, every caress a testament to the depth of his desire."

"And if you think I'm playing," "he murmurs, his lips now against the hollow of your throat," "you have no idea just how far I’d go to prove it."

"Marco's mouth moves back up to capture yours in a fierce, possessive kiss, his passion evident in the way his fingers dig into your skin, his body pressing you deeper into the bed."

"What will it be, bambina?" "he asks, voice gravelly with need and sincerity." "Do I get the honor of calling you mine, over and over, until the stars fade and time stops?"

"Marco's eyes darken with desire and devotion at your teasing words."

"Then I am the luckiest man alive," "he rumbles, capturing your lips in a searing kiss to seal your unspoken vow."

"Pouring all his passion, all his love and adoration for you into the kiss, he plunders your mouth hungrily, as if unable to get enough of your sweet taste."

"When you finally part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, eyes still closed as if savoring the moment."

"My beautiful wife..." "he murmurs reverently, the words a caress."

"I promise to spend every day showing you how much that means to me."

"Rolling his hips slowly against yours, he lets out a low groan at the exquisite friction, his growing arousal evident."

"Now, shall we...consummate this union properly?" "he growls playfully against your lips."

"I believe it's traditional for the groom to ravish his bride thoroughly on their wedding morn..."

"Without waiting for an answer, his mouth descends to your neck once more, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as his hands begin roaming your eager body in earnest."

"Let me worship you as you deserve, mia regina," "he breathes hotly." "And remind you with every touch why you'll never want to leave this bed..."

"Marco's eyes darken with devotion and desire at your regal command."

"As you wish, my queen," "he rumbles, voice thick with intent."

"Taking your delicate hand in his, he presses a lingering kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours."

"Your humble servant lives only to worship at your feet, and pleasure you as you see fit."

"Turning your hand, he places another open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your wrist, feeling your pulse flutter wildly beneath his lips."

"Your every wish is my command, tesoro. I exist only for your pleasure."

"Trailing kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner arm, he nips playfully at the tender flesh of your elbow and bicep."

"Just say the word, and I will ravish you thoroughly as is my sacred duty."

"Reaching your shoulder, he pushes the bedclothes aside to expose more of your flushed skin to his greedy mouth."

"Shall I continue lavishing you with affection, my queen?" "he growls, his hot breath raising goosebumps over your collarbone."

"Or do you crave more...carnal attentions from your devoted servant?"

"His hands begin roaming your curves once more, caressing, squeezing, teasing closer and closer to where you ache for his touch the most."

"Command me, and I live only to obey."

"At your breathy moan, Marco's eyes darken with primal satisfaction at having pleasured you so thoroughly already."

"As you wish, my queen," "he rumbles, voice thick with intent."

"Dipping his head once more to your collarbone, he places open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, nipping and sucking lightly to leave faint marks in his wake."

"Your every command is my greatest joy," "he growls between kisses, working his way down the swell of your breasts."

"I live only to worship at your altar and pleasure you beyond imagination."

"Taking one taut peak into his mouth, he swirls his tongue around the hardened nipple, sucking deeply as his large hand comes up to knead your other breast."

"A guttural groan rumbles from his chest at your gasp of pleasure, spurring him to greater enthusiasm in his ministrations."

"Tell me what more you desire, my queen," "he pants, switching his attention to lavish the same treatment upon your other breast."

"I would stop at nothing to see you unravel beneath my touch."

"His fingers pinch and roll your nipples in time with his mouth's attentions, feeling them pebble to hard points under his ministrations."

"Your wish is my command - how may I further ravish you for your pleasure?"

"His arousal is a hot, insistent line against your thigh, though he remains focused solely on your pleasure, waiting for your order to continue his carnal worship."

"At your half-hearted rebuke, Marco growls playfully against your flushed skin."

"Forgive me, my queen," "he rumbles, though his eyes gleam with mischief and desire." "But your perfection simply demands to be worshipped thus."

"Ducking his head once more to the valley between your breasts, he places open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, working his way steadily lower."

"I live only to serve your every pleasure and desire," "he murmurs, his breath hot against your quivering stomach."

"Your wish is my command."

"Settling between your eager thighs, he presses a reverent kiss just above your navel before looking up at you through hooded eyes, waiting for your signal."

"I am yours to use as you see fit, my queen. By your leave?"

"His hands come up to part your glistening folds, tongue darting out to taste your essence, already intoxicated by your arousal."

"I will drink deep of your nectar and still crave for more, blessed to be in your service."

"Holding your gaze with a look of utter devotion, he lowers his head to feast upon your quim with unrestrained hunger, lapping and sucking at your swollen bud with single-minded focus."

"Thank you for this gift, my queen. I am forever your servant."

"A deep groan of satisfaction rumbles from Marco's chest at your praise, spurring him to redouble his efforts between your thighs."

"As my queen commands," "he growls against your slick flesh, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through your core."

"Swirling his tongue faster over your swollen bud, he laps hungrily at your essence, drinking in every drop you offer as if it's the finest ambrosia."

"When he feels you start to tremble on the edge, one large hand moves to part your folds further while two thick fingers enter you slowly, curling to stroke that sweet spot within."

"Come for me, my queen," "he pants, never letting up the relentless attention of his mouth."

"Let me taste the fullness of your pleasure."

"His fingers pump steadily in counterpoint to the flicks and sucks of his tongue, coaxing you higher. The hand at your back rubs soothing circles, holding you firmly so you can surrender fully to the exquisite sensations."

"I live only to serve - now come for your devoted servant," "he growls, the vibration sending you spiraling over the edge."

"Lapping eagerly, he helps you ride out your climax, prolonging your pleasure until you collapse limply into the sheets, sated."

"Marco lets out a playful growl at your haughty rebuke, even as his eyes gleam with adoration and lust for his queen."

"Forgive me, your highness," "he rumbles, his voice a deep rumble against your delicate foot upon his chest."

"But your pleasure is my only purpose, and I could not resist prolonging your rapture however I could."

"Lifting a hand to press a kiss to your arched foot, he maintains eye contact, the very picture of a devoted servant awaiting his queen's judgement."

"I live only to worship you in any way you see fit. How may I redeem myself?"

"His arousal lays heavy and rigid between his thighs, though he makes no move to touch himself, focused solely on your satisfaction."

"Punish me as you see fit, my queen. Or command me to further service - I am yours to use as you please."

"Trailing his fingers up your calf in a feather-light caress, he raises a brow in question, waiting for your decree. Your servant stands ready to obey, or receive penance, as you deem fit."

"However you wish to continue, my queen - your word is my life."

"A guttural groan escapes Marco's lips as your delicate foot presses and circles over his aching hardness still trapped within his trousers."

"Your wish is my command, my queen," "he pants, eyes darkening with barely-restrained need."

"Watching raptly as you settle back against the pillows, he remains kneeling obediently at the foot of the bed, large hands fisted tightly at his sides to resist the urge to touch."

"Your pleasure is all that matters, my queen. Use me as you see fit for your enjoyment."

"As your hands begin roaming your curves, stroking and pinching in imitation of his earlier ministrations, he lets out a low whine, fighting to keep still."

"You are exquisite, tesoro. The sight of you is ecstasy enough for this lowly servant."

"His erection strains painfully against its confinement, a bead of precum leaking from the tip as he watches your every move hungrily, hanging on your every gasp and sigh."

"Take your pleasure, my queen. I am yours to command, to use, to enjoy as you see fit."

"Groaning deeply, he remains kneeling, transfixed by the erotic tableau before him, waiting breathlessly for your next decree."

"A guttural groan is torn from Marco's throat at the exquisite torment of your display, his queen's glistening sex on full display mere inches from his straining erection."

"Mia regina, you will be the death of me," "he growls huskily, fists clenched painfully tight as he watches your fingers pump in and out of your quivering cunt."

"The sight of you is ambrosia to these starved eyes."

"Biting back a curse as your fingers speed up, curling to stroke that sweet spot within, he fights to maintain stillness, quivering with the effort of obeying your command."

"You put the finest works of art to shame, tesoro. I am not worthy to even look upon such perfection."

"As your moans grow louder, his own breaths come in harsh pants, hanging on to the last threads of his self-control."

"Let me know if I can be of any service, my queen. I live only to please you in any way."

"The thick length of his cock strains, a bead of precum weeping from the tip as he watches your fingers pump relentlessly. His devotion and desperation are plain upon his face - whatever you command, he will obey, or die trying."

"A guttural groan escapes Marco's lips at your decadent display, his queen spread open so invitingly before him."

"As you command, my queen," "he rumbles, voice thick with barely-restrained need."

"With shaking hands, he undoes his trousers to free his aching erection, thick and rigid as steel as he wraps his fist around the base."

"You do me too much honor allowing this lowly servant your gaze, mia regina," "he growls, already pumping his length slowly."

"Locking eyes with you, he works his cock with long, steady strokes, precum slicking the way as he brings himself to the edge."

"There is no greater pleasure than giving you joy, tesoro. I live only to serve."

"Speeding his strokes as your own fingers resume their dance, he fights to hold off his climax, hanging on your every gasp and sigh."

"Come for me, my queen. Let me spill myself in worship of your beauty."

"Groaning deeply as your walls flutter around your digits, he throws his head back with a guttural cry, spurting thick ropes of seed onto his clenched abdomen in tribute."

"Thank you for this gift, mia regina. I am yours alone."

"Marco lets out a low chuckle, still breathing heavily in the aftermath of their shared pleasure."

"As you command, my queen," "he rumbles, eyes gleaming with adoration and lingering lust."

"With care, he scoops you into his arms, cradling you against his broad chest as he rises to carry you to the bath."

"It would be my honor to attend to your cleansing, mia regina," "he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair."

"Stepping into the steaming water, he settles with you in his lap, large hands gliding reverently over your flushed skin."

"Allow me to worship you further, tesoro," "he growls, reaching for a sponge and soap."

"Lathering the soft sea sponge, he begins bathing your curves with slow, thorough caresses, rinsing away any traces of their earlier passion."

"A lowly servant like myself is unworthy of even touching such perfection. I live only to serve you, my queen."

"As the water washes over you both, his eyes and hands continue their adoration of your exquisite form. Your servant stands ready to obey your every command, now and always."

"At the insistent ringing, Marco lets out a low growl of frustration, reluctantly drawing away from your kiss-swollen lips."

"Forgive me, my queen, but it seems duty calls," "he rumbles apologetically, pressing one more lingering kiss to your forehead."

"Reaching for his phone with a dripping hand, he answers curtly," "This had better be important."

"As he listens to the response, a frown creases his brow, and he glances back at you with a look that's equal parts frustration and apology."

"I must take this call, tesoro. Please, make yourself comfortable - I shall return to you shortly."

"With obvious reluctance, he steps from the bath, wrapping a towel around his waist as he moves to the bedroom for privacy."

"Be brief - I was otherwise engaged," "he barks into the phone." "This had better warrant the interruption."

"His voice lowers as he moves away, but the tension in his tone is plain. Though duty calls, his heart remains with you - he looks forward to returning to your side as soon as may be."

"As Marco's call drags on longer than expected, you busy yourself puttering about the kitchen, savoring your cappuccino in your silk robe."

"Finally emerging from the bedroom, Marco looks harried but apologetic as he makes his way to your side, pressing a kiss to your hair."

"Forgive me, tesoro, but it seems matters require my attention downtown," "he rumbles regretfully."

"Please, make yourself comfortable - I should not be long. Help yourself to anything you need in my absence."

"Reaching into a cabinet, he withdraws a sleek handgun and checks it expertly before tucking it into the back of his trousers."

"Stay safe within these walls, my queen. I shall return to you as soon as may be."

"Reluctantly drawing away, he pauses at the door to press one last lingering kiss to your lips."

"Thank you for understanding, amore. I will make this up to you later."

"With that, he sweeps from the penthouse, off to handle whatever urgent business has called him away. But his heart and thoughts remain with you until his return."

"At your gentle tug, Marco pauses, following your gaze to the weapon tucked at the back of his trousers."

"Tesoro, do not fret," "he rumbles soothingly, cupping your cheek in his large palm." "I will be careful, I promise."

"Leaning down, he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes gazing into yours intently." "Nothing is more important to me than returning safely to your side, amore."

"His thumb strokes your cheek softly." "I will do whatever it takes to come back to you, my queen. You have my word."

"Drawing you into his arms, he holds you close, letting you feel the steady beat of his heart." "I live only for these moments with you, tesoro. No harm will come to me - I am too stubborn to let anything keep me from you."

"Reluctantly releasing you, he presses one last lingering kiss to your lips." "Wait for me here, my love. I will be back before you know it."

"With a final reassuring smile and caress of your cheek, he turns and strides from the penthouse, off into the city on his urgent errand. But his heart remains with you, as always."