Bellissimo Angelo- Book Three

Chapter 10 - Blind Spots

The time comes for us to close down the bar. I am finishing washing up the glasses at the end of the night when he approaches me, "Are you all finished, Bella?" he asks. 

I dry the last glass and set it down, "Yep, I'm ready." 

He rubs his hands together, "Come with me for a moment, please." 

Without hesitation, I follow him down the hallway into the broom closet. I walk inside, expecting that he needs me to help him clean something, yet he shuts the door behind him. I spin around and gaze at him curiously. He approaches me, running his fingers through my hair, and presses his lips to mine. I begin to tense, "Umm... there are cameras, Dominic." 

He smiles as he gazes down at me, "No, there are blind spots. The broom closet is a blind spot. I have checked it."

I swallow hard, "Oh, I see. You enjoy having s*x in public places, don't you?" I ask as I flash him a cheeky grin.

He grazes his lips across my neck; I close my eyes and relish in the sensation he gives me as his hands explore my body. He whispers into my ear, "Do you want me, Bella?" He asks. 

My breathing quickens, I inhale audibly, "Yes." 

He leans down and sticks his tongue into my mouth; I wrap my arms around his neck as he leads me towards the counter. He reaches down to yank my shorts off, and I step out of them before he lifts me on top of the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist as he feels the outside of my panties, "You are ready for me." he says breathlessly, his eyes blazing with desire.

He hooks his thumbs around the side of my panties and gently tugs; I lift my hips off the counter slightly for him to pull them off before he inserts his finger into my core, massaging the inner walls of my p***y. I'm like putty in his hands at this moment. My mind tells me this is so wrong; I could risk losing my job if anyone finds out. My body is overpowering my mind as every fiber of my being wants this to continue. 

Suddenly, he removes his finger and reaches behind him, pulling a condom from his back pocket.  He quickly unzips his pants, fishing his c**k out of his boxers before unwrapping the condom and sliding it on. His eyes never leaving mine, "I need you so badly, Bella." He whispers. 

My eyes are wide, my mouth slightly open as I wait in anticipation while he runs the tip of his c**k along my slit, getting it slick with my arousal before thrusting himself into my core. I wrap my legs around his hips and cry out as I savor in the pleasure sensation that he gives my body, "Ahh... Dominic, don't stop!" 

He increases the intensity of his thrusts while I lean back onto my hands for support; my bottom is lifted off the counter as my legs are tightly wrapped around his hips as he holds me up. After a few moments, my abdomen tenses as I approach my c****x as he pounds his c**k into my aching p***y mercilessly. 

The two of us begin to come undone as our c****x takes hold, our bodies sticky with perspiration. I find myself digging my fingernails into the ripple of his back muscles, holding on for dear life as I experience the most mind-blowing o****m that a woman only fantasizes about. Once we are finished, he laces his fingers through my hair and whispers into my ear, "Would you like to come to my apartment, Bella?" 

Could this mean round two? f**k yes! I release my grip on his shoulders as my body begins to relax. I swallow hard, "Sure, I'm up for that." 

He leans in to kiss me on the lips before we quickly pull ourselves together and get dressed. He pulls the condom off and discards it into the garbage, "God, I hope nobody sees that." I tell him as I pull my panties on. 

He chuckles, "Let's take it to the dumpster on the way out." He says. 

I begin to pull up my shorts, " Good idea." 

He pulls the trash bag out of the garbage can, I quickly walk over to replace the bag, and he follows me out of the bar, locking the door behind him as we exit the building. 

I follow him to the dumpster around the back of the building as he throws the bag into the opening at the top, "Follow me to my apartment?" He asks. 

"Sure, I'll follow you."

He hops on his bike as I walk towards my car and climb inside before taking off down the road behind him. After a few moments, I follow his lead and enter the parking lot of the apartment complex he resides. I quickly climb out and meet him at his bike; he takes my hand and escorts me inside the building's front entrance. As we stroll down the hall, he approaches the last door on the left and unlocks the door, ushering me inside before closing the door behind him. I casually scan the apartment to find he has a nice little bachelor pad. I can tell he lives minimally; the walls are pretty much bare, and there is minimal decor, but he has the necessities such as a television, sofa, chair, etc.  I walk towards the living room to find an acoustic guitar on the stand in the corner of the room. I spin around and eye him, curiously, "Wow, Dominic. Do you play guitar?" I ask. 

He nods his head as he places the keys on the hook next to the door, "Yes, I have for many years. I worked at a music shop where I used to live, and I worked as a guitar instructor on the side."

"Where did you live before?" I ask. 

He takes my hand and leads me to the sofa, both of us plopping down and getting comfortable as we chat, "I'm originally from Venice, Italy. My papa owns a winery and vineyard out there. It's called Cantina Rossi e Vigneto. I decided to come to the United States so I moved to Los Angeles, California, about five years ago before I decided to relocate out here two months ago." 

"What would possess you to move to the United States when you lived in a place like Venice?" 

He chuckles, "Well, Bella. I am a very adventurous person. I enjoy traveling and meeting new people. I live every day like it is my last."  

Hmm... kind of an odd thing to say, but I quickly shake it off, "How old are you?" 

"I'm twenty-nine. How about you?"

"I'm twenty-two. Ever been married before?"

He nods his head, "Yes, I was married to a woman for three years while I lived in Los Angeles. We are divorced now, of course."

"Oh gosh, I'm probably talking your ear off. I just don't know much about you, and I am so curious." 

He snickers, "Ask me anything you want to know." 

"So what made you decide to move out here? There's nothing in Laurel." 

"Well, it is funny you should ask. When I decided to leave Los Angeles, I had no idea where I would go next. I knew I wanted to stay in the United States, so I pulled out a map and told myself that I would close my eyes and pick a place on the map at random. Once I opened my eyes, I saw that Laurel, Mississippi, was the place my finger landed on. I packed up my belongings and moved out here after that. "

I shake my head from side to side and gaze at him in awe, "Wow, Dominic. That is amazing! How do you like Laurel so far?" I ask curiously as I bite my lip to keep the laughter from escaping.

He flashes a sexy grin, "Well, it is much cheaper to live here than Los Angeles and Venice. I only have to work one job to make ends meet, so that is nice. I will say that I was growing rather tired of being here until I met you." 

I playfully smack his arm, "Aww... you are just saying that." 

He reaches out to place his hand on my thigh, "Oh no. It is true, Bella. I love being around you. There is too much drama here for me. People gossip way too much. Especially Alisha at work. She's the worse one I've seen. Plus, I hear customers at the bar talking to one another about each other. It's too much for me." 

I giggle aloud, "Will you play guitar for me?" I ask curiously.

He nods his head, "Sure, only if you sing for me."

I shake my head, "Oh no, I can't. I'm way too shy." 

He squeezes my thigh with his long fingers, "Bella, there is no reason to be shy around me. Come...follow me." He responds as he pushes up from the sofa and grabs his guitar from the stand. He struts towards me, putting out his hand for mine. I reluctantly take it and follow him down the hallway towards the spare bedroom. 

Once I enter, I find a desk with a record player and a stack of old vintage records. I also notice a keyboard situated against the wall. He pulls the chair from in front of the desk and places it next to the stool at the keyboard, "Go ahead and have a seat, Bella." He says as he plops down on the chair before placing the guitar over his knee; he then begins randomly strumming to ensure it's in tune. 

"Well, okay. What do you want me to sing?" I ask as I sit on the stool.

"Anything you like. Just pick something." 

"Well, alright. I assume you are going to play guitar while I sing. Do you know the song, More Than Words By Extreme?" I ask curiously.

"Sure, I can play that."

I chuckle, "Well, if I'm singing, you are singing it with me. I'll take the lead, and you can chime in. Do you know the words?" I ask. 

He nods his head, "I do. I think that is a great song. Perfect choice." 

He begins strumming along on his guitar the melody of the song. I have goosebumps spread across my arms, listening to him. He's so talented, and he plays the guitar effortlessly. Once the time comes when it's my cue to sing, I close my eyes and begin...

Saying, "I love you."

 Is not the words I want to hear from you 

It's not that I want you. 

Not to say, but if you only knew. 

 How easy 

It would be to show me how you feel. 

 More than words 

Is all you have to do to make it real 

Then you wouldn't have to say 

That you love me

 'Cause I'd already know

As we continue the song, Dominic chimes in perfectly during the chorus. Once we finish singing the song, he gazes up at me, "What's wrong?" I ask curiously. 

He begins clapping his hands together, " Bravo! Mozzafiato!"

I cover my face to hide the flushing in my cheeks, "What does Mozzafiato mean?" I ask. 

"It means breathtaking. You are breathtaking, sweet Maggie."

I pull my hands from my face and place them on my lap, "Really?"

He sets his guitar against the keyboard and reaches out for my hand. I place my hand in his, "Why do you not let people hear you sing, Bella?" he asks. 

"I'm too nervous, I guess."

He exhales audibly, "You are angelic. I am serious." 

I am reeling from his words and gaze at the floor to avoid eye contact with him, "Wow! I've never heard that before."

He takes his index finger and gently lifts my chin; our eyes meet, "You are depriving the world of your God-given talent Bella." 

"Well singing and playing the piano is just a hobby. I do it for a stress reliever for the most part," I respond. 

He flashes a cheeky grin, "What are you passionate about?" 

"Well, my real passion is baking. I am saving up to start my own bakery in town with catering."

 He snickers, "Maybe you can sing in your bakery." 

I belt out a nervous laugh, "Highly doubtful."

Suddenly, he stands before me, reaching out his hand for mine, "Come." He orders quietly. 

Without hesitation, I slip my hand into his and follow him out of the room. He leads me to his bedroom and shuts the door behind him.