Aurora slid the back of her hand over her mouth.
The taste of Mikkos was pungent upon her tongue. But it was something she needed, something she had begun to obsess about. Even now with the echoing thud of the door sliding shut still ringing in her ears, she wanted him.
She knew in her heart it was wrong. Wrong to let this man, this employee of her father, hired to protect her to use her in such a rude and vulgar way. But she did. She loved it when he fucked her ass. She had come to depend upon it like an addiction. Every time she let him use her, she needed more.
She did not understand the need inside her. She could not wrap her mind around the fact that for some reason she needed to have this man use and degrade her. Everyone that knew her, her family, her friends, thought she was this prim and proper society girl. If only they could see her now, kneeling half dressed upon the train compartment floor, her ass having just been thoroughly fucked by her bodyguard.
She stood and looked about the compartment. It was a bit untidy after their fuck so she set to picking things up and putting them back the way they should be. Her eyes were drawn to the window and the passing countryside as the train made its way from Paris to Italy. Papa's estate was outside Milan. Perhaps Aurora could spend some time shopping in that city while she was there. At least then the entire trip would not be a waste.
Aurora was on her way to Italy to visit her father, Hector Velasquez. It was not like her father at all to request her presence so she knew something serious must be about. This transient thought made her furrow her brow with concern as she continued to tidy up the compartment and herself.
But vanity came first with Aurora. She checked her reflection in the mirror hanging on the inside of the closet door of her private train compartment. Her navy suit was still tidy. She buttoned her blouse back up, concealing once more her lacy bra. She took out her lipstick and repainted her lips. Then she returned to her seat, lifting the nearly cold tea to her reddened lips.
The compartment door slid open again. This time, Stavros stepped within.
"Madame, may I speak with you a moment?" he asked in that hesitant manner of his. "Of course," she answered. It was a mere formality as he already had stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him.
"Why, Madame, why do you allow my brother to do these things to you?" It was obvious to Aurora that Stavros was upset. His face was flushed with anger and he was ringing his pale hands.
"Why? Because I enjoy it, you idiot! Why do you ask me such stupid questions? Are you a man like your brother or just a child?"
Tears welled up inside his eyes as he stood there before her. It was obvious her tone of voice had impacted him. He was not nearly as masculine as Mikkos. On occasion, Aurora had wondered if perhaps Stavros was a homosexual. That would not have bothered her as she believed each person must live there own life, follow their own path. But the distinctly different personalities of the two brothers threw her. Of course, there were many things different between her sister and herself but still. Stavros was nearly the opposite of his domineering brother, Mikkos.