When Rick and Maddie arrived at the hotel, they were once again greeted by name. The woman doing so was Frederica Vicci the general manager of the Palazzo Manfredi, Rome's most expensive hotel. Frederica was a stunningly beautiful young woman, a classic Mediterranean beauty.
"Buongiorno Signores. I am Frederica, and THIS is the Palazzo Manfredi!" As she said these last words, she spread her arms like a game show hostess.
"I've arranged one of our finest villas for you to enjoy together, however I'm sad to hear you are leaving in the morning no? Can we convince you to stay and enjoy Rome a bit longer?"
"Uh yes that is correct. Just one night. I'm sorry to say," Rick said.
"Perhaps we can convince you to visit us again on your way back to America."
Frederica smiled warmly. She was a real pro in the hospitality field, classy and sexy too, Maddie thought. Maddie guessed she was only a few years older than she was, 24 or 25 tops.
"Well if you only have one night in Rome, I can tell you the instructiones I've been given suggest you will have 'una bella sera', a beautiful evening." She said this large hand gestures as Italians often do.
"Signora Carol has planned a wonderful experience for you both."
Rick and Madison exchanged glances.
Nineteen year old Maddie hugged her father's arm like daughters often do when feeling vulnerable. She hoped there was another letter soon. She missed her mommy. So many emotions swirling around. In just forty eight hours, she'd been informed that her terminally ill mother had passed and that she and her father had inherited $150 million.
At her mother's request, there was no funeral. Instead, Maddie and her father had flown from New York to Paris, she'd been given her first orgasm by a complete stranger, been given her second orgasm via a vibrator purchased by her own mother, and received her third orgasm while being fucked by her own father, who Maddie knew was the first and only person she would ever let cum inside her.
All of this, every step of the way, was scripted by her mother prior to her death, in hopes of convincing Maddie and her father to become lovers. In the same forty eight hours she'd felt a wide range of emotions especially in regards to her daddy.
At certain moments she felt like a little girl, scared and vulnerable. Other times, like on the plane from Paris, she felt like a desirable and empowered woman. Right now she was again feeling like a little girl in need of her father's protection. She hugged her Daddy's arm tighter as the woman spoke. She just wanted a nap with her Daddy.
"There is some time for sightseeing," Frederica added. "If you like, I can arrange something for you?"
"Thank you Frederica. I believe we'd like to rest first."
Frederica smiled at Madison.
"Of course Signore. You both must be very tired from your traveling. If you will follow me, I will personally show you to your suite."
Unlike Paris, here in Rome it was Rick who busted Maddie leering lustfully at the ass guiding them onward. "Well? She's HOT!" Maddie silently mouthed to her father. Rick smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"Signores, Signora Carol has arranged a very special evening for you both. Would you like to hear about it?"
"Yes, thank you. We would." Rick said, answering for both of them. He sensed Madison's vulnerability.
"For you Signore Rick, at 1:00 PM a car will drive you to a local Italian tailor. Once measured, the staff will make sure your grooming is impeccable, including a haircut, a straight razor shave, and a manicure. By the time you are finished your suit will be ready. I assure you no matter what the French say Signore, Italian suits have no equal in the world." she smiled.
"While you are away, I will escort Madison to a local dressmaker, and like you, once fitted, she will receive the pampering of her life, as a woman of her beauty deserves."
This woman was good Maddie thought.
"She will have the full and undivided attention of the staff and will return just in time to meet you for dinner."
Rick nodded affirmatively.
"Dinner by the way, is at La Pergola. Do you know of this place, La Pergola? It was rated the best restaurant in the world last year. This made the French very angry, which made us Italians very happy," she said with a grin.
"The restaurant is currently booked solid for the next 3 years, however La Pergola's head chef is my father and my lover so I made sure that you will get, how do you say, the royal treatment!" She again used her hands to emphasize the last two words.
Maddie cocked her head. Did she just hear what she thought she'd heard? Did Frederica just say that her father was also her lover?
"After dinner, I recommend a walk through the city. I will have a car waiting for you, but I recommend walking. It is very romantic."
As she finished, they reached the door to their room where Frederica used her pass key, a card really, to open the wide double doors. The floor was polished marble. There was a full sized fountain in their room.
As they walked in they realized this was more like a home than a room. The living room was massive with the biggest TV Maddie had ever seen. She was certain that the master bedroom had a bed bigger than a king size.
"Normally, guests staying in the Presidential Suite have a full time maid and butler. It is my observation that you would prefer only each other's company during your short stay. Am I correct? "
"Yes Frederica, you are. Thank you."
"Should you change your mind, you need only call the desk and request them. My staff has instructions to refuse no request that you might make."
Frederica, kissed each of them twice, once on each cheek. She paused and smiled at Maddie still holding her face in her hands. There was something sweet and sisterly, yet mildly erotic about the look she gave her.
She reached the door and then just before she stepped out, she turned. "Signores, please get some rest. I believe you will need it. Signorina Madison, I look forward to...how do you say in America, girl time?"
"Well that was a sly grin don't you think baby?"
"Yes Daddy, can we take a nap please?"
They were both exhausted. Maddie put on a t-shirt but wore no panties and crawled into bed with her lover. They were both asleep in minutes.
Maddie found herself dreaming that she and Rick were back home having dinner with all of the couples her parents spent time with socially. Conspicuously absent was her mother Carol. To everyone present it was as though Maddie was and had always been Rick's wife. There was plenty of banter around the table. After dinner the men went outside with brandy and cigars and they ladies had dessert.
They all complained about their husbands. Too short. Too fat. Drank too much. Couldn't get it up. Maddie was shocked. "What about you? We all know he's handsome and rich but there must be something wrong with the man right?"
"Nothing actually. He's none of the things you've been saying," she replied.
"They're all dogs. And one day he'll be fat and disgusting like the rest of them." a particularly haggish woman said. "Or he'll cheat on you!" another one said.
Maddie was angry at the implication, but couldn't think of what to say so she left. She went and found Rick, grabbed hand and led him away and towards the front door.
He asked her what was going on. She looked back over her shoulder at the women making sure they heard her say to Rick, "We're leaving. Take me home and fuck me like a whore."
Maddie awoke from her dream to the sound of Rick crying in the shower just a few steps from their bed. She knew what she had to do. She stripped off her t-shirt and walked nude into the bathroom. Just as she suspected, her father was curled up on the floor of the shower, his face in his hands sobbing.
She believed her dream was a sign from her mother. Her mother wanted her to appreciate the special man that Rick was, successful, fit, confident, smart, and sexy. She knew now it was her destiny to assume her role as Rick's spouse, to protect herself and her man and never take each other for granted.
She wanted to curl up in his arms and cry with him, but with the dream still fresh in her mind, she sat beside him with her back against the wall of the huge shower and her legs extended out in front.
"Come here honey," she said to him.
She'd never called him anything but dad or daddy ever in her life. The dream made it clear. While she'd always be daddy's little girl, to move forward as a couple she needed to fully assume her mother's mantel and become his partner, and where appropriate his equal.
Maddie pulled his head into her lap and stroked his hair while he cried. He'd held off for so long and it was clear he couldn't hold on any longer. He needed to get it all out. She did too, but not now. At this moment in time, she had a duty to soothe her man.
She sung a lullaby her mother used to sing, and stroked his hair for what seemed like an eternity. She replayed the dream in her head over and over. Rick stopped crying but continued to use Madison's thighs as a pillow, without sexual pretext.
"Do you feel better darling?" Maddie said.
Rick stayed in place but rolled over so he could look into Madison's eyes. His eyes were red from crying of course. There was a look of vulnerability on his face she'd not seen before. She'd never seen it because Rick wouldn't allow that. He took his role as her protector seriously.
Madison stroked his cheek with her hand. She could tell he was starting to come out of it.
"I miss her shampoo," he said.
"Huh?"
"Once she was admitted to the hospital, she had to use whatever was available at the hospital. I miss the smell of her hair. Apple cinnamon remember?"
"I do," she smiled. "I liked it too."
Rick felt the shift in Maddie's focus. He knew she was taking ownership of her role as his protector or the protector of his heart at least. He liked it, but found the idea of being this vulnerable for this long unsettling. "Shake it off pal. She needs you." he said to himself.
