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Chapter Thirteen: Discipline
Warning: Mature content in this chapter and a lot of Italian too. Translations at the bottom of this chapter are courtesy of Google translate and may not be 100% correct.
Ezio was furious by the time he returned two days later. Desmond had never seen the Italian so out of his mind with anger and fear and it frightened him, yet he did not run as the larger man approached as he knew Ezio would sooner harm himself then harm Desmond. His horse was taken away by a stable hand and she went willingly, eager to rest in a warm barn with fresh hay and water. It meant Desmond was left at the mercy of a powerful assassin, one who looked so furious that Desmond knew he would be punished, severely.
“Hai cinque minuti per spiegare.” Ezio’s accent always became more accented when he was angry, he also spoke nothing but Italian when he was furious, it was as if Ezio’s mind shut down in his fury and he forgot he could speak English. Or perhaps he knew what his accent did to Desmond, how it both enthralled and frightened him at times. Unfortunately Desmond could feel no lust at the hard stare, only guilt at having worried his lover. “Io non chiederò di nuovo.”
“Avevo bisogno di stare da solo. Avevo bisogno di pensare a cose per me.” Desmond stated truthfully. The reason he had taken so long to return was because he had to think on what he had learned. He didn’t feel he could confide in Ezio and Ezio would be too busy protecting him to see the bigger picture. “Ho dovuto dirti prima di andare.”
“Sì, si dovrebbe avere.” Ezio’s grip gentled but his expression did not. His fury was still etched on his face and it was clear that even if Desmond had a good reason for his disappearance he would still end up punished. “Connor può badare a se stesso per qualche ora, forse anche giorni. È d'altra parte verrai con me. Dobbiamo avere un colloquio. E tu mi dai migliori buone risposte.”
Ezio did not want to talk. He wanted to punish and he would do so no matter what Desmond had to say. But Desmond did not try to protest knowing he deserved it. He was lying to his lover, with-holding the truth of what was going to come. He just hoped when the truth came to light, Ezio would forgive him. If they lived through it, that is.
“Scusa. Non voglio combattere.”
“No, non lo farai.” Ezio stated firmly, his eyes dark but Desmond was pleased to see there was more than anger in the man’s gaze. There was respect, Ezio recognised that Desmond was willing to face his punishment and a glimmer of pride appeared on the older man’s face. “I will not hurt you.”
“I know.” Desmond replied softly. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. You are strong enough to care for yourself. I should not be angry.”
“You have every right to be angry. There should be no lies, no deception. We are together in everything but I ignored that and defied you.”
“You sought realisation, I cannot hate you for that. I am angry that you did not tell me. We’re at war with the Templar’s little one, every day one of us may day. I waited for you when I returned only to realise you had not come home. I feared the worst. I know I will fear for your life time and time again but that does not mean I won’t feel as strongly as I do now. I will punish you if only to enforce that you are to tell me immediately when you will be gone and how long for. I could not bear sitting and waiting for you to show. What were to happen if you were attacked and I could not find you or did not know to look? Altair would not forgive me for losing you.”
“I know.” Desmond replied. “I know.” If the guilt was painful before it was agonising now as he listened to Ezio’s heartfelt words that were filled with worry and terror at what might have come to pass. “I have no excuse for worrying you and I will not make any.”
“Ho intenzione di punire stasera.” Ezio reverted to his mother tongue. “E si sta andando a sottoporgli.”
“Sì, Ezio, io presenterà.” Desmond answered switching to Italian. “Accetto la mia punizione.”
“Buono.” Ezio answered as he easily herded Desmond to their room with little effort, as well trained as Desmond was Ezio was still larger and more powerful and the young American couldn’t resist even if he had wanted to. In mere moments there were in the dim room they had claimed as theirs. The sun shone brightly through the window but strangely it did not seem to brighten the room, but perhaps Desmond’s own perception of the room was affected by the coming punishment? Either way there was a sense of dread despite how willing he was to submit and to endure the punishment. What would be the price he must pay?
“Striscia.” Ezio ordered his tone firm as he secured the door behind them. Nervously but without hesitation Desmond’s hands rose to obey, undoing buttons and gradually stripping himself until he stood nude before his powerful and still dressed lover. But Ezio had not watched, at least not fully, not because he had not wanted to but because he knew Desmond was suffering turmoil at what was to come and had not wanted to frighten Desmond any more than the younger man already was. Desmond was grateful for the brief moment of privacy; it gave him a moment to adjust to the coldness of the room and to accept the situation he had allowed himself to be placed in.
Sensing he had given Desmond enough time the Italian strode over to a table and chair, the only furniture other than the bed and dresser that fit into the tiny room. Desmond swallowed as he saw Ezio arrange the chair carefully before lowering himself onto it and meeting Desmond’s gaze with a firm one of his own. “Vieni qui, porre in grembo.” There were no questions to ask, Desmond knew what Ezio planned and as embarrassing as it was he had already agreed to submit. With cheeks flushed in shame he laid himself over his lover’s lap, Ezio’s large hands arranged him carefully, one on his back pinning him firmly to Ezio’s powerful legs and the other soothingly touched the skin of his bottom.
“Non voglio pretendere di contare, ma vi mostrerò altra pietà. Mi hai fatto male con il vostro comportamento sconsiderato.”
“Capisco.” Desmond replied nervously.
There was silence then; a warning of what was to come but Ezio did not start immediately, deliberately making Desmond wait for his punishment. The blows forced a startled cry from his lips, he gripped Ezio’s thigh and breathed through the flare of pain. Ezio didn’t give him much time to adjust, he spanked Desmond with a steady and firm hand, the blows painful but Desmond endured knowing he had earned them.
It ended as quickly as it started. Neither of his lovers liked causing him pain and today was no different, Desmond had no doubt his ass was suitably red but he knew he deserved more than ten slaps to his behind and Ezio could have hit a lot harder than he had. They both stilled before Ezio’s hand soothed over the sore area, Desmond bit his lip at the twinge of pain, before he could ask he was gently lifted with care to sit atop Ezio’s lap. The cool metal of Ezio’s armour did much to soothe the burning pain of his behind and he gratefully cuddled into his protector’s bulk.
“I am sorry, Ezio, truly.”
“I know.” Ezio stated softly. “I know.” For a long moment the two sat there enjoying each other’s presence and slowly calming from the punishment. Ezio always cuddled Desmond after punishing the younger man; the Italian did not like disciplining Desmond and allowed Desmond to get away with a lot of things as a result, still when he was forced to be hard on Desmond he took the time afterwards to ensure no harm was done. Punishment was not meant to severely harm Desmond, it was used to reinforce his lover’s teachings when Desmond was being particular rude or uncaring of his safety and the safety of others.
“Ezio?” Desmond asked quietly, his head resting on Ezio’s breastplate and his brow upon Ezio’s exposed neck as his breath misted the cool metal near his mouth. “What if the Altair we’ve seen here is the real one? What if he betrayed us?”
Desmond quietened as fingertips brushed over his lips. “Altair would never betray us, he is many things, arrogant, egotistical, prideful, and sometimes even irrational but he is also intelligent and loyal. Altair will come to us when he is able; all we have to do is wait and stay strong.”
Desmond wished he could find strength in Ezio’s words but instead he felt nothing but despair. It was not just Altair he would pray for. His fingers gripped the man’s ebony robes clinging to the larger form. “I miss him.” Desmond confided. “I miss the shelter of Masyaf. I want to go home.”
Ezio’s sighed and pressed his nose into Desmond’s dark locks. “I know, little one, I do too but we must face the future with our heads held high. We will not allow these artefacts and their creators win, we will defeat our enemies. I promise you, you have nothing to fear.”
“Then why am I so afraid.”
“Because you are too wise not to see the dangers that surround us and I fear that you see more than I can see at times. I forget that you’ve seen our lives, lived through each moment and faced untold dangers through our eyes. Sometimes you are more than Altair and I can ever be and it scares us, to know that you see the potential futures, that you alone face the unenviable truth of the future, a future you rarely divulge.” Ezio words whilst strong and loud to Desmond’s ears were nothing but whispers in the air. “I wish I could shelter you, I wish I could take the knowledge from you and offer a chance for you to become the innocent young man you were meant to be. Instead I send you into dangers because there is no one else, just us three. I deserve punishment myself for what I do to you. As skilled as you are I should be protecting you, not letting you go out there to face the Templar’s alone. Perhaps it is I who should be punished?”
“No, Ezio, you do what you must.” Desmond protested. “And you still protect me and shelter me when I need it most. Without you I’d be lost or worse, dead. You and Altair give me strength and hope. I could never be mad at you.”
“I am mad at myself.” Ezio countered. “Help me forget the cruel world out there if only for a few moments, my love.” He pleaded his hands sliding over Desmond’s skin leaving Goosebumps in their wake. Desmond smiled and clung tightly to Ezio as the man rose to carry Desmond to their small bed, barely large enough for one man, let alone two. “I am going to take you, my sweet, make you mine again so you can never forget who you belong to.”
Desmond didn’t let go of Ezio as the man lowered him to the bed and Ezio followed even though he could have escaped Desmond’s grip at any time. Soon Desmond was pinned beneath a wall of muscle, leather and metal and Desmond could only think of how safe he was in Ezio’s grasp. “I love you.” He whispered, still shy about admitting his feelings aloud.
“And I you, my treasure.” Ezio replied just as quietly.
Desmond tugged at the wall of metal and leather and met Ezio’s eyes pleadingly. “Let me touch, please.”
Something in Desmond’s tone must have compelled Ezio to act as the normally teasing male began to remove his armour and robes. Desmond’s fingers found skin, smooth but rock hard and shielding powerful muscle and it gave the young man a thrill to know he could intimately touch such a powerful man.
Ezio tolerated Desmond’s touches with more patience then he normally possessed before returning to his own exploration of Desmond’s less defined muscles and baby-soft skin. Compared to Ezio Desmond was a child, young, weak and ill-equipped to deal with a dangerous world but Ezio and Altair gave him the strength to face it. If Desmond was a skilled assassin it was only due to Altair and Ezio’s tutelage, if Desmond faced the world with courage it was only because he had two strong men at his back to protect him. But with one gone Desmond felt his defences crumbling and the weight of responsibility that had been shouldered by his elder lovers fell to his own shoulders. Was he strong enough to bear such responsibility? He was not as strong as Altair or Ezio; would he fail them and destroy their faith in him?
To his shame tears began to fall, un-noticed at first because Ezio was mouthing Desmond’s neck but the sharp senses of the larger assassin soon alerted him to Desmond’s tremors and the soft, sharp breaths and Desmond tried to calm himself. Almost instantly sensual hands turned gentle and reassuring, Ezio asked no questions, instead he held the smaller man against him tightly offering all his strength and warmth as Desmond clung helplessly to his older lover.
“How can I be strong when I feel so weak?” Desmond asked softly. “How can I help when I feel so helpless?”
Ezio hummed. “Sometimes the only way to become strong is to be broken first.” The man replied quietly, Desmond remembered that Ezio himself had suffered greatly, he had been a young man, barely of age when his male family members were slaughtered and he was left as the sole carer for his distraught mother and troublesome, defiant sister. “It isn’t always easy but if we can survive Altair’s absence we can become stronger. Altair and I know you are strong, and when Altair returns he will be proud to know you’ve survived such difficult times. I know I am very proud of you.”
“I wish I can be proud of myself.”
“Sometimes the hardest person to see is yourself. Our greatest enemy is always ourselves. Doubt can do severe damage to us without the need of harsh words and broken bones.”
“Do you see yourself?”
“Until recently, no.” Ezio answered. “I was so angry and so defiant, seeking warm bodies to sate my needs and killing when I wasn’t having sex. It is my duty to kill the Templar’s to end their organisation before they destroy the free-will of man but it consumed me, I felt I had nothing left until the two most precious people entered my life. They showed me that I could be strong and live again, a life I had stopped enjoying so long ago. I can never go back to that carefree, happy boy I was and I don’t think I want to. But here and now, with you in my arms I feel more alive and happy then I have been in a long time. Only one piece is missing, but I am content to hold you in my arms and to know I have someone who cares deeply for me, who will wait for me.”
“I…thank you.”
“You are more precious than I can express. All my words seem useless and I do not want to use words used to flirt with courtesans and noblewomen, you deserve more than pretty words and good sex. You and Altair gave me a purpose and I can never repay you for all that you’ve done.”
“I did nothing.”
“You are here with me, through it all, never asking for everything even though I would give you the world if you asked.” Ezio chuckled. “Well maybe not the world but my words ring true all the same.”
Desmond laughed, ignoring the tears upon his cheeks. “You must think me weak.”
Ezio shook his head. “Never, we’ve all had our emotional moments. I’ve cried many times and that does not make me weak. In fact I fear you are stronger than I am, not once have you cried. You never cried when you became trapped in the past with us and you did not break when Maria tried to harm you. You have been stronger than most men would have been. You give Altair and I strength to keep fighting if only to be worthy of your affections. Without you I do not think I could have the strength to fight, you have become the centre of my world.”
Desmond stared incredulously at Ezio, unable to believe that the older man had so much invested in him. He knew they loved him but this level of devotion was startling. “God, Ezio.” He whispered in a tone full of adoration. “I love you; I could not live without you. Not now. Not ever.”
Ezio frowned and pressed his lips to the skin beneath Desmond’s ear. “No matter what happens, I want you to live. I want you to do everything to survive.”
“I don’t want to.”
“But you will.” Ezio replied. “If anything happens I want you to focus on surviving. No running into danger.”
“Ezio…”
“You will obey.”
Like hell. Desmond thought but he reluctantly nodded knowing Ezio would allow no arguments. Still Desmond did not want to run away like a coward. Desmond loved Ezio as dearly as Ezio loved him, his life would not be the same without them. This only strengthened Desmond’s resolve to stay by his lover’s side and he had to hope there was an alternative solution to the one Altair planned.
Desmond skimmed his hand over Ezio’s back feeling the bulging muscles and thick skin. Ezio’s breath hitched as Desmond found a sensitive spot at the base of his spine and Desmond grinned. Years of intimacy meant Desmond had the knowledge needed to dominate his Italian lover and he planned to use it.
Ezio only had time to gasp as teeth found their way to his neck and a hand slipped into his trousers where finger tips could tease his sensitive flesh. He eyed Desmond with wonder, lust and pride. He had the strength to overpower Desmond, to stop the American before he took control but the Italian didn’t want to, he loved a dominant Desmond and he adored seeing Desmond becoming the man he knew Desmond could be; independent, confident and strong. So when Desmond tried to turn them over so Ezio was at the bottom, the Italian allowed it, eyes blown wide with arousal as he wondered what Desmond would do.
Desmond showed no mercy, he knew Ezio could handle a little roughness so he buried his teeth into thick flesh, Ezio cried out throwing his head back. It gave Desmond a sense of power to know that he held Ezio’s will in his hands, at any time Ezio had the power to stop him but Desmond knew the man wouldn’t, he would let Desmond do practically anything as long as it led to pleasurable release. Still Desmond wanted complete control and Ezio’s complete submission.
Altair’s teachings came in handy here, using speed and agility he coerced Ezio into laying his hands by his head, before Ezio knew he was being manipulated his hands were bound and secured. Ezio eyed the ropes and allowed a smirk to appear on his face. “When did you put this here?”
“I’ve been planning to have you for a while.” Desmond admitted a slight blush on his cheeks.
Ezio chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath Desmond’s grasp. “And now you have me. Show me what you plan.”
With a smirk Desmond eyed his lover. “I plan to.”
“Damn.” Ezio whispered looking up at Desmond with something akin to awe.
Desmond ignored the look so he could admire the well-defined chest beneath him. He couldn’t resist the beautiful brown nipples waiting for attention so he dove down and tasted the man’s skin. Ezio gasped and Desmond could hear him strain against the ropes. “No, stop fighting, you are mine.”
“I cannot help myself.” Ezio protested though he did still. “I desire you.”
“Si può avere me finchè si rimane ancora.” Speaking Italian was the right thing to do, Ezio’s eyes seemed to widen with arousal and Desmond felt the man’s erection beneath his ass begging for attention. “Si tenta di liberarsi o spostare e mi fermo.”
"Si prega di Desmond non chiedere quello che non posso fare. Ho bisogno di toccarti.” Ezio pleaded.
“Rimanere ancora.” Desmond commanded his tone sharp. Ezio stilled at the order and Desmond smirked as he felt Ezio’s reaction, it seemed Ezio loved a dominating Desmond. Pleased Desmond returned to his task of driving Ezio out of his mind. Ezio for his part tried to remain still and calm as Desmond tormented his flesh.
Ezio’s breath hitched as Desmond slowly stripped him, exposing all of him to tormenting touches and an eager mouth. But even with his flesh exposed Desmond did not touch him where he desired to be touched most of all. Desmond instead focused on tasting all of Ezio’s skin, leaving a trail of bite marks over Ezio’s neck and chest as he tested Ezio’s resolve to remain still and compliant. It was clear Ezio was fighting himself, tensing his muscles to resist the urge to escape his bindings and take Desmond. Desmond rewarded Ezio’s patience by pressing his hips to Ezio’s allowing Ezio to feel Desmond’s own eagerness.
“Altair ti ha insegnato bene.” Ezio whispered breathlessly into Desmond’s ear as Desmond suckled at his neck, determined to create a bruise that would not be so easily hidden beneath robes and armour.
“Altair è abile, ma è lei che mi ha insegnato l'arte del sesso.”
“Poi io sono un insegnante qualificato.”
“Sono d'accordo, ma il tuo ego è già abbastanza grande.” Ezio laughed at this, but it was weak with arousal and he was already growing bored of the short conversation. Fortunately Desmond had no interest in talking either. He returned to his task of marking Ezio’s skin but this time his hand explored lower, teasing Ezio with fingertips as he neared the place Ezio really wanted him to touch.
“Ti prego. Toccami. Per Favore!” Ezio cried out, Desmond smirked at the elder man’s pleading. It was satisfying to know Ezio wanted this as much as he. If Ezio did not want this he would not be begging so passionately and so soon.
“Io, a tempo debito, il mio amore.” Ezio moaned at the words and reluctantly relaxed as much as he could in his aroused state. Only his relaxation did not last, he almost leapt out of his skin as Desmond finally grasped his arousal in his warm palm. Desmond could see what the touch did to the larger man. Ezio’s eyes were closed as he enjoyed the intimate sensation and his hips were thrusting forward to seek more pleasure and warmth.
Desmond smirked at how helpless Ezio seemed beneath him. Desmond allowed Ezio a few moments to enjoy the pleasure of his hand before he stilled the man’s hips. Ezio had more self-control than people realised, he stilled the moment he felt Desmond’s restraining touch. His dark eyes appeared beneath half-open eyelids and he watched with open adoration as Desmond explored him.
“Ora che ti ho dove ti voglio. Non so da dove cominciare.”
“Poi fare tutto. Abbiamo tutta la notte e sono ansioso di vedere ciò che hai imparato dalla mia tutela.” Ezio encouraged.
Desmond chuckled. “Cominciamo togliendo si capacità di pensare e parlare.” Ezio’s answer was lost when Desmond boldly took Ezio’s flesh into his mouth, Ezio cried out in surprise and writhed before his mind realised that Desmond wanted him to remain still. Desmond did not make it easy for the older man, especially when he laughed; the vibrations of his voice and throat were clearly working wonders to make Ezio mindless with need. The strong thighs on either side of him tensed as Ezio fought for control and Desmond eyed them with admiration as his fingers slid over them to press firmly in the sensitive place between ass and thigh. Ezio spread his legs at the touch, feeling Desmond’s fingers encouraging the movement until he was full exposed to Desmond’s eyes, mouth and tongue. Pleased that Ezio would keep his position, Desmond removed his hands much to Ezio’s protest, but the man remained unaware of Desmond’s intentions and he missed the sound of a jar being slid open.
Ezio made a startled sound as moist fingers pressed into him, his eyes opened and he stared down and into the hungry eyes of his younger lover. “Desmond, si sono una meraviglia. Non posso ... tu ... tu testare la mia decisione come nessun altro. Dio ... amore mio ...”
Ezio’s words petered out as Desmond buried his fingers inside his lover. Within moments Ezio was crying out, squirming in agonised pleasure as Desmond easily found the spot that brought absolute pleasure to a man. He bucked and writhed forgetting everything but the need to release. Desmond was forced to release Ezio’s flesh in the older man’s mindless state, lest he choke but he tormented the pillar of hard flesh with his tongue keeping Ezio mindless with pleasure. When Ezio did not cum as Desmond wanted the young man resorted to something he knew would work. Ezio screeched then, the sound desperate and helpless as he felt teeth and tongue working on the flesh of his thigh. Within a few moments Ezio arched and came with a loud cry, he spilled over his stomach and chest before slumping weakly on the bed.
“Mio Dio ... Tu sei incredibile.” Ezio muttered breathlessly.
“Ho appena iniziato.” Desmond replied. Ezio startled as Desmond’s fingers shifted, still inside him and pressing against his prostrate. A laugh flowed from the man’s lips only to turn into a moan as Desmond continued to torment him. Ezio whilst older than Desmond still had a strong libido and was more than ready for more in mere moments. He strained against the bindings and Desmond knew that the rope would not hold Ezio for long, once arousal grew too much the larger man would free himself and dominate Desmond but until then Ezio belonged to him.
Knowing he did not have as long as he liked caused him to frown for a moment but he was not disappointed, knowing he would have driven Ezio to such desperate acts was just as arousing as having Ezio at his mercy. He teased Ezio for some moments more with his fingers and tongue until Ezio was begging incoherently in his own language.
Did Desmond ever mention that he loved Italian or rather Ezio speaking Italian? Ezio had such a beautiful, powerful voice especially when he begged.
Ezio moaned when Desmond removed his fingers and Desmond chuckled at the disappointed sound that soon turned to pleasure as Ezio saw then felt Desmond’s own hard flesh at his entrance. “Per favore, Desmond. Ti voglio.”
And Desmond gave Ezio what he wanted. Ezio, the ever horny Italian tried to rush Desmond but a sharp slap to the man’s thigh stilled him. And Desmond didn’t miss the way Ezio’s pupils widened with lust at the slap. It seemed Ezio liked being dominated and controlled. He’d have to remember that.
He moved slow and steady, a torment for Ezio who struggled to remain obedient to Desmond’s whims. He could see Ezio’s biceps bulging as he fought the urge to free himself. God, it was arousing to have such a large and powerful man willingly submitting to him. He lost control as he eyed those muscles and Ezio’s torn expression, knowing the man was divided between submission and hunger to take control just escalated Desmond’s own arousal until all he could think of was completion. Ezio’s cries echoed Desmond’s pace, growing louder and more desperate as they worked to reach release and satisfaction.
Surprisingly Ezio came first and Desmond came after watching the glorious display of Ezio’s release. Seeing such pleasure on his older lovers face warmed Desmond’s heart and body. He adored Ezio and he had no doubt Ezio adored him.
God, why couldn’t they stay like this? Together forever. Why did it seem the whole world wanted to tear them apart?
The sound of rope and wood breaking startled Desmond but before he could raise his head from Ezio’s shoulder to see the cause he was thrown beneath Ezio’s powerful bulk and staring up at the dangerous expression on Ezio’s face.
The smirk did not bode well.
“My turn piccolo.”
Translation:
Thank Google translate for these:-
Hai cinque minuti per spiegare.- You have five minutes to explain.
Io non chiederò di nuovo.- I will not ask again.
Avevo bisogno di stare da solo. Avevo bisogno di pensare a cose per me.- I needed to be alone. I needed to think about things for myself.
Ho dovuto dirti prima di andare.- I should have told you before I went.
Sì, si dovrebbe avere. – Yes, you should have.
Connor può badare a se stesso per qualche ora, forse anche giorni. È d'altra parte verrai con me. Dobbiamo avere un colloquio. E tu mi dai migliori buone risposte.- Connor can look after himself for a few hours, perhaps even days. You on the other hand will come with me. We have to have a talk. And you best give me good answers.
Scusa. Non voglio combattere.- I am sorry. I won’t fight.
No, non lo farai.- No, you won’t.
Ho intenzione di punire stasera- I am going to punish you tonight.
E si sta andando a sottoporgli.- And you are going to submit to it.
Sì, Ezio, io presenterà.- Yes, Ezio, I will submit.
Accetto la mia punizione.- I accept my punishment.
Buono- good, well, nice, fine, kind…. Can also use bene- good, right, asset, possession, gift. I am using Buono here to say ‘good’.
Striscia- strip.
Vieni qui, porre in grembo.- Come here, lay on my lap.
Non voglio pretendere di contare, ma vi mostrerò altra pietà. Mi hai fatto male con il vostro comportamento sconsiderato.- I will not demand you count but I will show no other mercy. You hurt me with your thoughtless behaviour.
Capisco.- I understand.
Si può avere me finchè si rimane ancora.- You can have me as long as you remain still.
Si tenta di liberarsi o spostare e mi fermo – You try to free yourself or move and I stop.
Si prega di Desmond non chiedere quello che non posso fare. Ho bisogno di toccarti.- Please Desmond, do not ask for what I cannot do. I need to touch you.
Altair ti ha insegnato bene- Altair taught you well.
Altair è abile, ma è lei che mi ha insegnato l'arte del sesso.- Altair is skilled but it is you who taught me the art of sex.
Poi io sono un insegnante qualificato.- Then I am a skilled teacher.
Sono d'accordo, ma il tuo ego è già abbastanza grande.- I would agree but your ego is already big enough.
Ti prego. Toccami. Per Favore!- I beg you. Touch me. Please!
Io, a tempo debito, il mio amore.- I will, in due time, my love.
Ora che ti ho dove ti voglio. Non so da dove cominciare- Now that I have you where I want you. I do not know where to start.
Poi fare tutto. Abbiamo tutta la notte e sono ansioso di vedere ciò che hai imparato dalla mia tutela.- Then do it all. We have all night and I am eager to see what you’ve learned from my tutelage.
Cominciamo togliendo si capacità di pensare e parlare.- let’s start by taking away your ability to think and talk.
Desmond, si sono una meraviglia. Non posso ... tu ... tu testare la mia decisione come nessun altro. Dio ... amore mio ...- Desmond, you are a wonder. I cannot… you… you test my resolve like no other. God… my love…
Mio Dio ... Tu sei incredibile.- My God… You are amazing.
Ho appena iniziato.- I’ve only just started.
Per favore, Desmond. Ti voglio.- Please, Desmond. I want you.
Piccolo- little one.
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