Chapter 94 Pussy sweetener

Chapter 94 Pussy sweetener
Alicia. 

I've successfully been a member of the Allied Faction for a month now, and no one has bothered to remove me like Antonio said they would after their meeting with Michael- the very reason I joined the faction in the first place. 

Certainly, my dad wouldn't appreciate my joining the mafia. He knew how they operate- through violence, because he was once Michael's exclusive supplier. 

My dad owned the farm where Michael's viagras were planted. Now that he's gone, it's my uncle who has taken over the farm, still harvesting and supplying to Michael. 

I don't care what my father thinks in his grave; I just want to achieve my goals of being Michael's woman. 

Years ago, I was his woman. He meant everything to me that I was willing to do all that he asked. I became his sub, and along the way, I realized that I loved how sadistic he was. I loved the pain that came from sex. 

He spoiled me. Lately, I can't cum during sex if there's no pain in it. It feels bland and meaningless.

That's the reason I haven't had proper sex since Michael and I separated. I've not known a proper orgasm, the kind that makes my toes curl, and my eyes roll. 

The only time I manage to cum is when I'm hurting myself during masturbation, but that isn't enough. 

The absence of a man's touch is killing me already. I mean a proper touch because I've been fucked by guys, but it was all about their pleasure rather than mine, especially since I whore out my body just to make enough cash and keep up with my luxurious lifestyle. 

Funnily, they keep coming back for more. The words are that sex with me is amazing, that my body is addictive. I know why, though. Having grown up on a farm where things like sex-inducing drugs are made, I know exactly the mixture I'll drink and heighten the sweetness of my pussy. 

I call those mixtures- pussy sweetener, and only I know the concoction I mix together. That's one hack I'm never going to share with anyone, not even my best friend. 

Well, I used that skill to my advantage by worming my way into Antonio's bed, and the night he fucked me, I had him make a promise of inducting me into the Faction– that's the best way I can get close to Michael. 

Years ago, he broke up with me, claiming that I was going overboard by wanting him to date me. 

That had hurt because I thought we meant something together. Apparently, I was only building a castle in the air; I was the only one fantasizing about how powerful we'd be together. 

It was a hard pill to swallow then, being rejected by the powerful Michael Stone. 

I tried to live with that reality after telling myself that's how mafia men are- they don't marry or get fully attached to women. 

That conclusion made sense, hence my staying away from him, but everything changed the moment I met her- Laura. 

The girl he's obsessed with. 

I was with Antonio the night before his clan's anniversary when Michael called, demanding that Antonio should not reveal the truth about who they are in front of Laura. 

Michael cares that much about her. I can see it in his eyes, he's in love with her- a young girl that's barely twenty years or whatever. 

Hell forbid that I sit back with folded arms and allow a teen girl to take the man I've always loved. The man who gives me the purest orgasm. 

The first time I saw her in my boutique, I realized she has a sharp mouth, and our encounter during the anniversary proved it again, but that's where it'll end. 

I'll show her who truly owns Michael. 

Just very soon, those wings of hers will be crushed, and Michael will come running back into my arms. 

"Ms. Alicia." 

I turn at the sound of my name, my hand slacking around the door handle to my office. 

I mostly work from the Faction's headquarters- a warehouse with the secretary's office, and I am the secretary.

Stefon, one of the security guards here, walks up to me with an envelope in his hand. 

"I got this from Don Matteo's assistant. He dropped by a few minutes ago." 

I take the envelope from him and open it. There's a written report in it, and I read it over. 

Nothing much, just a report on their effort in rooting out the Faction's newest enemy. 

"I'll email this to Michael Stone," I say to him, bringing my eyes up from the report. I notice the way Stefon is leering at me, licking his lips, the lights gleaming on his caramel skin.

He smiles when our gaze locks. 

"Any problem?" I ask. 

He steps closer. 

"I've heard quite good things about you, Alicia. My guys, they sing your praises." He says, voice a little above a whisper. 

He darts his eyes around, just to be sure no one else is watching us. 

However, I roll my eyes at him. "That's how it should be, Stefon." I turn back to him, ready to go into my office, but I feel his hand spank my ass cheek. 

I gasp, whipping around to face him. 

"How dare you..." 

"I'd like to know how you taste, too, hm? Wanna wet my dick with your warm juices, what do you say?" He raises a wad of cash while saying those words. 

That cash makes me mute, despite how I wanted to rebuke him. 

I don't even care that he is rubbing a hand over his fly, probably to calm his hard-on, because he wouldn't give me what I truly wanted. I just care about the cash in his hand. 

Peeking around just to be sure there are no eye witnesses, I snatch the cash from his grip and count it. 

My eyes go saucer wide. "Ten thousand dollars!? Where did you get this much money from?" I hiss at him, pocketing the money in my purse. 

He smirks smugly. "My eight months' savings. But it doesn't matter as long as I get to taste you and brag about it."

I huff, size him up, and grit out. 

"Follow me, but you've got fifteen minutes to be done." 

He kicks the air excitedly and enters my office with me, locking the door behind him. 

Without further ado, Stefon begins to undress while I lift my skirt to my waist and sprawl on the table, giving him access to get the pleasure he wanted from me. 

Tbc.