Clearly, that did something to Guilia because her movements then were a little more desperate, a little less restrained. Her kisses bruised and her fingers fucked and Tay was totally overwhelmed by the sensations that wracked their body.
“You want me to make you come?” Her voice sounded jagged. “Well, I guess I shall.”
And then Tay was coming, coming over and over, with the pressure never lessening, the intensity never dropping. They started to cry, their face turning against Guilia’s shoulder, dampening her shirt, and still they kept coming.
“Green?” asked Guilia, her voice tender.
Tay nodded, and thumbsed up and sobbed out a “green!” all at the same time, and Guilia kept fucking them, kept playing with their clit, kept that pressure building and building and building until it disappeared all at once in a rushed release that had them utterly lost.
“Oh, conigliette,” breathed Guilia. “You squirted for me. What an excellent tesore you are.”
Tay never had to ask to be untied. After they’d squirted—all over the bed’s comforter, and everything—Guilia made quick work of the ropes, bundling Tay up into her arms and kissing them and stroking them and holding them.
As for Tay, they clung on to the front of Guilia’s shirt and cried a little more.
They’d never squirted before, but the release that had come with it…
Somehow, Guilia managed to carry Tay to the couch, where she wrapped them in some blankets, then she stripped the bed and called down for fresh sheets.
Tay was vaguely mortified about the fact that reception probably knew why the sheets needed changing, but onlyvaguely. They were so spent after the scene that they practically fell asleep on the couch while Guilia remade the bed.
They woke when Guilia was carrying them back to bed, only for their Daddy to hush them, give them some water to drink, and tuck them into bed with her. “Time to sleep now, tesore. You did good.”
CHAPTER 14
Guilia
Tay was up before Guilia the following morning, They’d magicked some brioche from somewhere, brewed some excellent coffee and helped Guilia start her day off in the most Italian way possible—sweet bread, coffee and not a piece of bacon anywhere in sight.
Guilia did not understand the American obsession with a savory breakfast. It seemed wrong and far too heavy to start a day on, so she appreciated the fact that Tay had clearly thought about what she would like most.
They lay in bed together, it being a day off for both of them, and Guilia wondered if anything could ever be better.
“You didn’t come last night,” said Tay, after they’d devoured their breakfast. “We should fix that.”
“Hmmmm… perhaps later, conigliette. For now, this is lovely. And besides, you are supposed to be coming up with a punishment; I was thinking that perhaps we focus on that today.”
“I did have an idea,” said Tay slowly. “I figure that as all of your delicious handmade ice cream is gone, then perhaps I should make some from scratch for you.”
It certainly fit the crime. Not a bad attempt at all. “Yes,” said Guilia. “And you can milk Elsa the cow, so as to have fresh milk for the ice cream also.”
That had Tay’s eyes widening. “Wait, what? But… but…”
“But what, tesore? Surely you’re not scared of a cow.”
“I’m not scared of cows,” said Tay, “but the outside is a little bit…” They pulled a face. “It’s cold and mucky and the petting zoo is going to be extra mucky.”
“You have big boots; you can wear those.”
The thought of Tay’s beloved Doc Martens potentially being covered in animal excrement was enough to horrify Tay, but they didn’t refuse. Guilia had guessed the day before just how much Tay regretted the great ice-cream heist, but to be willing to get mucky for it…
“How about this: you milk the cow, and prep the milk to turn into cream, and I will sit on your face this evening.”
That was apparently the best of motivators. Tay wanted to bound out of bed immediately and head over to the petting zoo, but Guilia managed to persuade them to have a shower and get dressed first.
While they were doing that, she called over to the Littles’ Wing and asked Holly to send over an outfit for Tay to wear. Jeans and a floaty top were delivered just as Tay left the bathroom, attempting to towel dry their hair.
“Daddy, what’s in the other bedroom?” they asked curiously as they started getting dressed, for Guilia’s suite, like all of the rooms in the Submissives’ Suites, had two bedrooms.
