Free A Starlet in Venice by Tara Crescent

she said. She chewed at her lower lip in obvious worry.  “When was the last time you had a relationship with someone who wasn’t a submissive?” My face must have given her an answer. “Never, right?”
    I nodded reluctantly. I opened my mouth to tell her this was not going to be a problem. I was entirely in love with her. But she shook her head. “Let me finish?” she asked. “Sexual compatibility is important.”
    This time, I didn’t hesitate to interrupt. “Tia,” I said, lifting my fingers and gliding them over her jaw. “I don’t think we have any problems with sexual compatibility.”
    “At the moment,” she said pertly. “But Liam, in a month, or in two months, I don’t want you to find some submissive in Casanova and fuck her. I want to learn. Train me.”
    “Train you?”
    “Train me to be your submissive. The way you would at Casanova. Show me everything.”
    I gulped. “You don’t have to do this,” I said, my voice husky, but my cock was a steel rod at the idea of sweet Tia, tied up on a St. Andrews Cross, wriggling her butt seductively as I cropped that tight ass.
    She moved her hand and stroked my erection through my boxers. “Actually,” she grinned, “if this is the reaction I get for even making the suggestion, then I’m definitely going to want to.”
    “You aren’t going to enjoy it very much,” I warned her, amused.
    She frowned. My tone revealed that I wasn’t exactly serious, and my words weren’t really a threat, and I could tell she was trying to figure out what I was talking about. Finally, she sighed. “Okay, I’ll ask. Why won’t I enjoy it?”
    “Because,” I took her hand, still cupped around my erection, and placed it above her head, holding it in place with mine. “Submissives need to follow instructions,” I told her. “Submissives don’t reach out and grab their Dominant’s crotch whenever they feel like.”
    She pouted sexily. “Damn it, I knew there’d be a catch.”
    I was still laughing as I dressed for breakfast.
     

Chapter 11
     
    Liam:
    The rest of Christmas passed without incident. As I knew she would, Tia completely charmed my family. My parents regaled her with stories of all the crazy shit I did as a kid, which had her in stitches. ‘I’ll deal with you in Venice, Tia,” I warned her after one such bout of giggles, when we had a moment to ourselves.
    “Yes Sir,” she replied sweetly. My cock was instantly rock hard at the promise implicit in her tone.
    Margaret and Heather invited her to visit them in Dublin. Claire and Fiona both pumped her for information about all of their favourite actors, and whether she’d met them. She kept them entertained with genuinely funny stories about stuff that had happened to her on set, and they were completely entranced. Christophe, Claire’s boyfriend turned to me wryly at one point, and shook his head. “She’s way out of your league, Callahan,” he commented.
    “And don’t I know it,” I replied.
    He smiled and handed me a beer. “Still, that’s the general consensus among all my friends and family about Claire.” He eyed my sister fondly.
    “Damn right,” I said firmly. Not that Christophe wasn’t a great guy, but Claire was my sister, and Christophe was lucky to be with her.
    We slept next to each other at night. There was touching, because how could we lie next to each other and keep our hands from straying? But she was uncomfortable with the idea of sex underneath my parents’ roof, and I went along with her desires. We petted like teenagers instead. There was kissing. There was sucking those gorgeous nipples into my mouth, rolling them between my fingertips and watching her eyes fill with desire and her lips compress to keep from crying out. I ran my hands all over her body, and she ran her hands over mine, and when we slept, we spooned. Every morning, I woke up with a raging hard-on. I couldn’t wait to go back to Venice, have her spread her legs open for me, and sink into