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able to afford many, the corners of the room are in darkness. My client is tall, yet I tower over him in my chopines; I dip a curtsey to meet his height.
    ‘Signora Veronica. Your beauty is even greater than my wildest dreams.’ He kisses my hand and my tummy flutters so.
    ‘You flatter me, Signor Jacomo.’ I point to the chair. ‘Pray, take a seat, and I shall sing for you.’
    ‘I’m not one for music and poetry. Nor even for conversation. My needs are basic. You’ll find me an uncomplicated man.’
    I stand back and regard him. Why pay for a courtesan when all he wants is a fuck? ’Tis his money and who am I to complain? I can’t help feeling disappointed, however. I was looking forward to showing off my skills. I touch his cheek, his beard silky beneath my fingers, and I trace a line down to the edge of his mouth. Within seconds, he’s sucking on my thumb like a babe. He lets out a groan, takes hold of my hands and places them on his codpiece. I feel a twitch, and I sense a power over this man, this stranger, who needs me so.
    We go to my chamber. My dress is cumbersome and to disrobe complicated. Yet Jacomo knows what to do without me having to ask. Soon I’m standing in front of him in my shift, unbuttoning his doublet, raining kisses down his chest, and unlacing his cod. When I drop to my knees, he lifts me up. ‘No need for that.’
    He touches the tip of his finger to my breast then pinches my nipple. I let out a gasp, and ’tis not one of pain; the pinch has sent a shiver to my core. Jacomo pulls me against him; without my chopines my belly is soft against his prick. Lifting my knee, I nudge at it with my figa . Another groan from Jacomo, stronger this time. He buries his hands in my hair. My first time kissing a man, but Mamma has taught me what to do. I slip my tongue into his mouth then move my head back to tease him. His eyes meet mine, hot with desire. ‘Let me disrobe you completely,’ he says, pulling up my shift.
    Jacomo removes the rest of his clothing, lifts me onto the bed and stretches out beside me. Sliding one arm around my waist he strokes my hair with the other. ‘So beautiful,’ he whispers. ‘Like burnished gold.’ My glance meets his. ‘And your eyes are like the forests; they change from emerald to dark green depending on the light.’
    ‘Why, signor Jacomo. For a man of few words you are most eloquent. Grazie. ’
    He nods and his hands slide down, his fingers brushing the sides of my breasts before cupping my buttocks, his erection nudging against my abdomen. Taking his hands from my back, he slips his forearm under my chest and turns me across his lap. His fingers between my legs support my weight. The hand across my chest keeps me pinned against his arm. As he moves it to cup my breast, I catch the intense concentration on his face.
    ‘Part your legs.’
    I obey, and his fingers slip into my figa. My apple juices are flowing already. ‘Put your arms around my neck so I can feel your breasts against me.’
    I do as instructed. His prick pushes against my inner thigh as his legs slip between mine. The planes and curves of his muscles are rock-hard against my soft flesh. ‘Spread yourself wide.’
    I become a starfish, spread-eagled while the heat of his body covers me like a blanket. ’Tis as if I’m watching myself from a distance, detaching the real me from this wanton creature on the bed. His hot breath, cinnamon-scented, blows across my cheek while I curl my fingers into the thick hair on his chest.
    Jacomo’s tongue trails from my neck up to my ear. My breasts are swelling and my nipples ache. I arch up and press them against the solid wall of his chest. The relief is momentary as my figa throbs. Remembering ’tis my job to give him pleasure not his to pleasure me, I wait until he’s ready.
    Jacomo pushes his prick against my nub and I strain upwards with my hips to wrap my legs around this thighs. ‘I’ll try not to hurt you,’ he says.
    Mamma told me to