Milana looked up at
the entrance of the Renaissance inspired architecture before she hurried into
the school. She raced down the wide hallway, her footsteps echoing in the vast
empty space. Everyone else was in class and the rustling of paper and the
occasional shout from a teacher urged her along. Capello School for Girls was
nestled in the heart of Florence and was one of the most exclusive schools in
Italy. Capello had an impressive reputation, focusing on not only on academics
but the arts as well. Wealthy parents
considered it a status requirement to send their daughters to the beautiful
campus.
Would she miss it here? Would she miss
Florence? Milana had spent her entire childhood here, away from her family. She
started at the young age of twelve, entering into middle school just on the
other side of the campus. Now was the last day of her senior year, and she was
leaving to spend a summer with her mother in Milan before going off to college
in the States. Her parents were divorced and her father lived in the States,
New York to be exact. This was one of the reasons she chose to go to Julliard,
to be close to her father. Well that and it was the best school for her to
study music.
Her mother did not
care what she did once she turned eighteen as long as it did not involve moving
in with her. Milana would cramp the style of the former model. Her mother
probably felt Milana would be competition. She shook the thoughts off, walking
steadily toward the large door at the end of the hall.
Milana stopped
abruptly in front of the door; her gaze traced the lettering etched in brass on
the nameplate. Mr. Victor Capitani. Chancellor. Her heart thudded painfully
against her chest as her hand went to knock on the door. Could she do this? For
three long years, she’d watched him from afar, yearning to feel his strong
hands upon her. The teenage crush grew over the years into an infatuation until
she could not leave this place without taking this step. Mr. Capitani was
unlike any Chancellor she’d ever seen before. In his late thirties, he still
had dark hair, with the slightest hint of grey at the temples, and he was
breath taking. A strong curved nose that led down to the most kissable lips she
had ever seen all set within a strong jaw.
So this was it, the day she stopped longing
and took action. Mr. Capitani. She was of age and he was not married. Why that
was, she was unsure, but she’d heard he’d yet to find someone with the ability
to keep up with him in the bedroom. How could any woman tire of such a man?
Milana took a deep breath, lifting her hand she knocked on the door.
“Come
in, Miss. Moreno.” His deep voice called from the other side of the door.
Slowly, Milana opened the door, her stomach
rippled with nerves. She stepped across the threshold of the doorway and felt
as if she entered another dimension. Milana lifted her head, surveying the
room. Bookshelves lined three of the walls from floor to ceiling; a massive
mahogany desk took up a great deal of space near the far wall, and a deep,
leather wingback sat behind it. A single straight-backed chair was set on the opposite
side.
Despite the afternoon sunlight filtering in
through the window, the room still seemed dark. Chancellor Capitani motioned
toward the narrow chair directly in front of him. He sat behind the huge desk,
a grand piece of furniture fit for the Chancellor of the prominent school. Any
other man would look slight and insignificant behind such a desk. Not Victor
Capitani. His presence was entirely undiminished. Licking her dry lips, Milana
took him in. Mr. Capitani kept his shirt sleeves pushed up with his top collar
buttons open, showing a small bit of tanned, hairless flesh. A navy vest was worn over his shirt and placed
neatly on the back of his chair was his dark suit jacket. His dark eyes darted
up from his papers. “Miss Moreno, shouldn’t you be in class?”
Milana’s cheeks redden with heat as she
struggled with the temptation to flee, but a spark of purpose forced her on.
“No, Mr. Capitani. I’m leaving school today, you see.” Chewing on her lip,
Milana wondered how she should broach the subject.
“Yes, I
know. Why are you here?” He had given brief glances and the occasional
courteous nod before and for the first time the Chancellor was genuinely noticing her.
“You see, Mr. Capitani... I want… that is…
Well, it’s my last day here…”
“Yes, you said that,” he told her with the
raise of an eyebrow. Placing his pen down and propping his chin on his hands,
he eyed her as she flustered under his intense gaze.
“Well, the thing is…” She licked at her lips.
“I want you to… to have sex with me,” she spilled the words out in an
embarrassed whisper.
Milana waited for his response. She looked
toward the beveled window behind him. She couldn’t look directly into his eyes,
she felt as if she was waiting for death. Would he turn her away? Would he
laugh? He was going to turn her away, she knew it. Milana would never know what
it felt like to have him inside her. She
would leave here today a virgin and humiliated from rejection.
After an endless time, he leaned forward,
propping his fists on the desk. “Look at me, Miss. Moreno.”
She felt his eyes bore into her face, with a
nervous sigh; she lowered her direction and faced Mr. Capitani.
“It’s against school regulations, you know?”
The powerful sound of his voice filled the room even though he practically whispered
the words.
She found herself mesmerized by his
movements; he stood from his chair and slowly moved around the desk. Her legs
trembled with anticipation and fiery heat spread through her arm as his hand
lightly touched her own hand.
Mr. Capitani simply held her hand in his.
“Have you been with a man before, Milana?”
“No.” The one word was all she could muster.
She did not know what else to say. It took every bit of strength she had to ask
for him to have sex with her.
“If we do this,” he told her as brought her
hand to his lips, “we will do this properly.”
Milana swallowed, Mr. Capitani pulled her up
to him, his mouth so close to hers, and she smelled the faint smell of his
cologne. His warm breath brushed over her skin. “I want everything, do you
understand? I will not be gentle because it is your first time. I will make
sure you are willing and eager, but I will not be making love to you Miss.
Moreno. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her knees virtually buckled as his
hands came around her, one hand on her lower back and the other to the back of
her neck, burying under her bright blonde curls. The heat of his hand seeped
through her shirt, sending shivers up and down her spine.
His lips came to her ear, his breaths
tickling her and causing her to shake. “Anything? You will not refuse me once
you agree. This is your only chance to leave, until I am done with you.”
His arousal pressed against her stomach
through the fabric of his trousers. Unconsciously she rocked against his
length. Milana would do anything to take the away the ache she had whenever he
was around. She would do anything to have this man. “Anything.” The word
slipped from her lips, a shaky whisper.
Victor smiled before he grasped her mouth in
a deep, powerful kiss. His strong hands
slid down her back until they landed on her firm, round backside. “Perfect.” He
broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her to sway precariously.
She gathered her footing as he made his way
back around his desk and sat down. He crooked his finger, motioning for her to
join him. Trying not to seem too eager, she breathed in slowly before she
sashayed over to him.
She stood between his spread legs. His dark
eyes held hers captive, her fingers clutched the sides of her school uniform
skirt, nervously awaiting his next move. Milana’s breath caught when his
fingers slowly trailed up her thigh, until they settled beneath her skirt. They
continued their path up to the curve of her ass, and she jerked as they brushed
her skin.
A reverberating chuckle sounded from him as
she wriggled under his grip, desperate for his fingers to explore the rest of
her body. Unexpectedly, he yanked up her skirt with one hand as the other one
hauled down her panties. Cool air drifted over her bare bottom and she
shuddered with anticipation. His warm palm brushed over her pale flesh and her
eyes drifted shut at the exquisiteness of it. She had known it would be like
this.
“Oh!” Her lids flew open as his hand hit in a
sharp sting against her buttocks. She whimpered as he repeated the action, each
time coming down harder and harder. And though it hurt, her core was getting
wetter with every slap. It clenched with each spank, and she found her bottom
reaching up to meet his smacks. Mr. Capitani varied the blows, never hitting her
bottom on the same place twice.
He would pause briefly, leaving her to wait
with bated breath, and then his hand would swoop down again, the sharp slap
ringing in her ears. He spanked her with eagerness, growling at her reaction,
until she was sure her bottom would go numb.
Between the spankings to her bottom, his
other hand found its way to her sex. His thick finger teased her swollen core.
Another finger joined his other one, spreading her damp lips wide. “You are
exquisite,” he murmured as he pushed into her heat.
Milana couldn’t respond. All she was capable
of was gripping his shoulders to hold on as he plunders into her body with his
thick fingers, over and over again until her body tightened and she cried out
her release. It was the most powerful thing ever to happen to her body, and she
wasn’t sure she could take whatever came next.
Tenderly, he held her slumped body to him
before he pulled her skirt back into place and gave her bottom an affectionate
pat. Milana briefly wondered if that was it, but from the great size of his
manhood jutting against his trousers, she couldn’t believe that.
Victor caught Milana’s gaze locked on the
bulge straining against his pants. “You want to continue, beautiful?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Please.”
He considered her for a moment. “Kneel.”
She breathed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He started to unbuckle his belt
buckle, drawing the leather through the loops of his pants.
Milana was becoming frustrated with his slow,
teasing pace. In hopes to hurry him along she dropped to her knees and
proceeded to lift her hands to his zipper. She fumbled with the metal zipper
and the top button of his wool trousers. Finally his cock bounced free, hard
and intimidating.
She leaned in purely on instinct and inhaled
deeply, taking in the fragrance of him as she shoved his pants and briefs down
his muscled thighs. Milana thought she heard him groan when her lips opened and
her pink tongue touched the tip of his length.
His thumb pressed down on her chin to open
her mouth, while his other hand gripped his long shaft tight at the base. He
rubbed the smooth, pre-cum slick head across Milana’s lips.
“Open, Milana.” Mr. Capitani moaned low.
She opened her mouth slowly, ran her tongue
around the broad cockhead. He jerked and her stomach flipped. It pleased her to
know she was not alone in her desire. She affected him as well. Milana
stretched her mouth wide to take his manhood.
The back of her hand brushed lightly over her
cheek as his other hand continued to guide her mouth over his arousal. Milan
looked up at him, watching his face while she took him further into her hot
mouth.
His nostrils were flared. “You look lovely
with my cock in your mouth, Miss Moreno,” he said gruffly.
Her sex pulsed in response to his words. She
couldn’t respond with her mouth filled with his erection. Milana’s eyes never
left his; she became mesmerized watching the heat flare in those dark eyes. She
bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as she could until she felt the
crown of his head hit the back of her throat.
Suddenly his hand yanked her from his cock,
“Tongue under my ball sac, slowly beautiful.”
Milana whipped her tongue all around his sac,
following her instincts she sucked his balls into her mouth. Pleased when she
heard him moan, she pressed in closer, gobbling him up. The fresh smell of his
soap lingered, filling her senses.
Mr. Capitani’s cock bounced hitting her
cheek. “Fuck,” he growled. “Take me down
your throat. Now.”
Quickly Milana shifted to take his large
girth back into her mouth. Victor pushed forward forcing his engorged head to
the back of her throat. He swelled, gagging her as he slipped himself down her
throat. “Relax, Milana, you can take me.”
Her watery eyes lifted to look into his, she
held his stare. Milana never tried to pull away; she continued to suck him
deeper into her mouth until she felt the warm spurt of semen flow down her
throat.
His hand caressed her cheek before burying it
into her hair. “You are a natural.” Slowly he slipped himself from her mouth.
Milana’s tongue flicked out swirled around his crown before he left her mouth
completely.
She whimpered at the sight of him tucking
himself back into him trousers. Milan’s core ached with need, her juices
dripped down her legs. Even though his breath was uneven he continued to
straighten himself. He tucked a strand behind her ear. “You did well, and I am
very pleased with you.” He whispered before he stepped away from her.
Milana felt like her heart would burst at his
praise. “Thank you, umm Mr.…”
“Sir will do for now.” His smile was a touch
rueful. Mr. Capitani turned to walk back behind his desk. “Was there something
else, Miss. Moreno?” He asked before he diverted his attention to his computer.
“I thought, well that you…we would.” Milana
stuttered the words. All her nerves were back in full force.
“We would what? What do you want Milana?”
He sounded amused, which was frustrating and
embarrassing, but she couldn’t muster the courage to walk away. She came too
far to back down now, Milana cleared her throat and blurted. “You to fuck me…
Sir.”
Victor examined her thoughtfully for a few
moments, a grin playing across his lips. “Come here.”
Her feet moved on their own accord before she
could think, and he drew Milana into his lap. Mr. Capitani stroked along her
back lightly and kissed my forehead.
“I will not take your innocence here in my
office. I want to do so many things to your delectable young body, that risking
interruption is unacceptable.” He lifted her chin with his thumb. “You will go
have a healthy lunch, and then bathe and shave that achy pussy of yours. I will
send further instructions. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Milana replied, anticipation for
instructions heightening her already exquisite arousal.
He set her away from him, smiling. “Go now,
Milana. You’ve taken a very brave step today. I’m proud of you.”
She beamed. “Thank you, Sir.”
