As she swirled her straw in her Hugo Spritz, Siobhan looked across the small table to Danny where he sipped on his beer.
The Pantheon glowed white behind him, the Piazza della Rotonda was busy with people; local children ran around and played with footballs and drones, while a violinist played, entertaining those out eating and drinking al fresco.
She cast her mind back to the hotel room they'd left earlier this evening. He's bought this trip for her birthday, and he had went all out, both financially and in a risque manner.
The entrance was all rose walls, neon and, in a glass cabinet, sex toys.
It had her shudder when she seen where he had taken her, this week was going to be an experience.
As he opened the door and ushered her in, the deep pink glow of the light made the black and white furnishing stand out in contrast against one another.
the huge onyx black two person bath tub, was eclipsed by the huge, circular double king bed, upon which there lay an array of restraints.
She felt a flutter in her stomach and her thighs squeezed together as she made out the rope she'd been hinting at for the last few months.
Handcuffs, a blindfold, a paddle. All the toys she'd told him to leave behind to save a potential embarrassment at the airport all laid out on the bed.
And then some others she'd never experienced. Nipple clamps on the pillow, a ball gag, a collar and leash, and a cat-o-ninetails all splayed out luxuriously.
Her focus returned to the present, and she felt that pleasant slickness from her pussy engorged, he'd listened to her when they discussed their desires. The request to be more assertive and to explore his desires with her.
Looking over the rim of her glass as she took another drink, he was focused on the violinist playing. His dark features ready to take on the kiss of the Italian sun, a white shirt open at the collar with the sleeves rolled up his strong forearms. His thick dark hair cut short, easy for him to manage, the simplicity of his appearance only enhancing his good looks, not following trends, never going out of style.
She liked that about him. He didn't play games, he knew who he was and she could read him easily, he treated everyone well and was strong in his convictions, even when they were to his own detriment.
He felt her attention on him. and turned to look her in her large, hazel eyes. She replaced the glass on the table and after she swallowed, flashed that smile which had that crooked little chip, the one that made it hers, an accident as a child which made it perfectly imperfect. Just as she was.
Her dark hair hung just past her shoulders, waves cascading down, and framing her face, lipstick a deep purple and matching her eye shadow.
"So you like your birthday present?!" he asked.
He knew she was delighted to be here. She's wanted to come visit for years, to experience the food, the wine, this history.
He had put it off until now, so he could make sure he could afford to do it right. Not feel they had to hold back on anything, be able to enjoy everything she wanted.
He had also made sure the hotel was perfect. The Suite for Lovers was brazenly forward about what they offered. The tone was set, it wasn't just a base camp to go exploring the city, it was inherently sensual, the desire to fuck was almost overwhelming.
She smiled at his question, gazing back over the two thousand year old dome, a masterpiece of architecture they'd been in earlier. It had shocked her how huge it was within the walls, that had been disguised when she looked from the outside.
"Oh it's been amazing!" she purred.
"And the hotel?" he asked.
He knew she liked it. She'd been asking him to be more assertive regarding his desires, to be the dominant she knew he was. The one she knew she needed.
To take her to such a place without asking her first, to take the decision on for her, was something she found attractive in him as he had become more confident in what she liked, and that she would enjoy what he did.
She nodded in response, blushing a little.
"because while we're here, you're my little Slut, you understand!"
She nodded again, looking around.
He smiled, he knew most people here could speak English to one extent or another, but their thick, Scottish accents would be difficult for most to translate easily. And any who did understand... well, his voyeuristic side would enjoy that even more!
"I'm not sure about the ball gag, or the collar and leash!" she confessed, glancing from his gaze to her drink.
He nodded his understanding, "only what you consent to, you know that!" he growled.
He paid the bill and they got up together, walking through the winding streets, retracing their steps to the hotel, stopping to buy gelato to enjoy in the warm, spring night, and a bottle of prosecco to share in the room.
When they entered t he room, he made his way straight to the huge bath and ran it hot, emptying a bottle of bubble bath into it so it would be all the more attractive for her.
Without pausing, he turned to grasp her hips, pulling her close and kissing her deep, lips firm against hers, before his tongue slipped into her mouth, desire heavy as they embraced, has hand rolling down the small of her back, grabbing firmly at her full ass cheek, groping her, intent in his every action.
Breathing hard as the kiss broke, he tore off his shirt and clawed at her blouse, exposing her delicious curves trapped within the confines of the red faux leather bra she'd bought for their time away. He moved in and kissed her neck, suckling gently, biting softly as he moaned, making it clear to her how he desired her.
Their embrace was playful, intense while knowing they were teasing one another.
