Chapter 129

Nico

“How was the shopping with your mother?” I ask her as I watch Lucky undress in our suite of rooms. The way she slides the dress down her body makes my dick start to spring to life. It doesn’t take much around her. She glances up at me with her luminous eyes that take my breath away with one look. Especially this seductive look she is giving me right now.

I’m leaning against the door frame with my arm on the frame, my fingers dangling down. “It was amazing to get out and spend proper time with my mother. It has been ages.”

“Indeed. Strip for me,” I tell her my voice already gruff from emotion. Damn if she isn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“What? This isn’t enough?” she says as she steps out of the dress still with her skyscraper, black heels on. They do wonders for her toned, athletic legs. I love it when they are wrapped around my waist, squeezing me, her cunt tightening around my cock.

“I want you to take off your slip and then peel down your bra and your panties. Naked. Now!” I command her as my dick begins to strain in my pants.

“Bossy this evening aren’t we Mr. Santangelo. And if I don’t?”

“Don’t be a brat, do it. If you don’t, I will put you over my knees and spank your ass.”

She giggles as she plays with a strand of long hair twirling it in her fingers. “Like that is a punishment. You know how much I enjoy your palm on my butt.”

It’s true. My girl likes a bit of spanking and I’m not talking the soft, gentle kind. Oh, hell fire no. She likes a good slap and begs for more.

“How about some other form of punishment then, Mafia Boss!” The mouth on her, it does insane things to my body. My cock is aching to be set free and be slammed into the tight walls of her juicy pussy.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “What, do tell me is the punishment you expect from a man like me, Miss. Gianluca?” Her breathing is heavier. I can see the way her breasts rise and fall and the partial parting of her mouth.

“Mm, let me see. You could tie me to the bed and put a mask over my eyes. You could wear a mask, now that would be hot.”

I chuckle, deep and throaty not moving from the door frame. “So, you have a mask kink do you, Princess? Tell me what else.”

She tilts her head to the side. “How about you put a leash around my neck and make me beg to suck your engorged cock.”

Fuck my life! What is she saying? I stutter almost. This woman is full of surprises.

“I have never leashed a woman in my life, Lucky. Is it something you think you would enjoy, the submissive role and me as your Master?” Why in God’s name is my heart jumping around in my chest? Because of the trust she has in me. Something like her suggestion is all about trust and confidence. Allowing another person to perform such a thing on the other.

“Not sure until I try it. But I like the idea of you playing master and I the submissive one.”

“We can try it but not tonight. I will take you to a club I have for such things.”

“You have a BDSM club?”

It’s not something that I advertise. People who are in the know are aware of it. It’s high end, not shady. The patrons have to join as club members and be heavily vetted for no records in advance. The cost is hefty fifty-thousand dollars per annum. Nothing I offer comes cheap.

I nod; she licks her lower lip making me want her more and more. However, I stay rooted to the spot. Transfixed by her beauty as very slowly she begins to move the straps of her oyster, satin slip down her shoulders. The soft fabric falls down below her breasts and sits at the top of where her curvaceous hips splay.

“Take it off,” I tell her.

“Ah, I thought you wanted me to strip tease for you, Mr. Santangelo. If I let it slip just like that, then it’s not called striptease, is it?”

“You are the tease, Princess. Being there like that, your hair falling all over your shoulders. Your luscious tits sitting above that half bra of yours, all fleshy beckoning for me to come and suck on them. Pull the bra down I want to see your budding, ripe nipples.”

Fuck, I am torturing myself here when I could be throwing her back on the bed, sliding the slip up her hips and plunging my fingers deep inside her wetness enjoying her squirming as I finger fuck her, giving her untold amounts of pleasure.

Mesmerized, I watch as she lowers the pale pink straps of the bra and takes one of her breasts in her hand and pulls it from the cup. I almost hiss with driven pleasure burning me up inside at the sight of her tit sitting plumped up against the top of the cup, her nipple the perfect shade of rose waiting to sucked and teased with my tongue. My dick is straining. I need to let it out soon or I am in danger of releasing in my pants. Not something I have done since I was about thirteen.

Lucky takes the other breast out of the bra cup and takes the forefingers and thumb of each hand and begins to twist her nipples and pull on them, teasing herself. Her head goes back as she murmurs, exposing her delicate, ballerina neck. I want to bite it, suck on it, lick it. The skin as soft as silk.

I want to suck on her neck like a vampire draining it’s next pray.

“I’m wet for you, Mr. Santangelo. So, wet. Why don’t you come over here and run your hand up my slip and feel how wet a girl like me can get for a man like you.”