Page 24 of Sexting the Don

As the whiskey warms my insides, my thoughts drift to darker, more thrilling territories—my more adventurous tastes.

I picture introducing Mandy to a world she's never known, one of ropes and restraints, dominance and submission. I imagine her initial surprise, maybe a hint of hesitation, quickly replaced by a spark of curiosity and a burgeoning desire to dive into these new depths of pleasure with me.

Memory melds into fantasy.

I can see her, elegantly bound, her body a beautiful gift for me to unveil, her trust in me complete as I guide her through the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain, teaching her the exquisite balance between the two.

Another sip of whiskey and the smoky flavor deepen my dark fantasies.

I imagine her bound before me, completely at my mercy. I’d make her come over and over, make her beg for more.

I know that bringing Mandy into this world of heightened sensations and control requires patience and careful handling. Trust and mutual understanding are crucial in these games, and I’m prepared to take the time to build that with her, to introduce her slowly to the ropes, both literally and figuratively.

I set down my glass, my mind made up.

I’ll begin leading her down this thrilling new path, eager to discover how far she'll go with me. The anticipation of it all—the teaching, the touching, the absolute control—is as intoxicating as the whiskey itself.

A sharp knock on the office door pulls me out of my reverie. I scowl, irritation taking over as I remember where I am. It's a stark reminder not to get too lost in my thoughts, no matter how enticing they are.

"Come in," I call out, my voice gruff with annoyance.

The door opens, and Ryan, my assistant, steps in.

"Apologies for the interruption, Mr. Martelli," he says, his tone crisp but respectful. "You have a visitor. Sean Culpepper."

I smirk. “Send him in, Ryan.”

Ryan nods and disappears through the door.

Moments later, Sean Culpepper steps into my office. Sean is a sturdy man in his mid-fifties with graying hair slicked back and a presence that demands attention.

He’s been in charge of the gambling enterprises a decade longer than I’ve been boss. I trust this man, who worked for my father, more than most.

“Sean,” I greet him, standing up from my desk. “What brings you here?”

Sean closes the door behind him and approaches the desk, his face set in a serious expression. “Got some news about the Venice Beach gambling rings,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Figured you’d want to hear it in person.”

I gesture to a chair. “Have a seat.”

Sean sits down, his movements deliberate and steady. “We’ve had a couple of new players trying to muscle in on our territory. Nothing we can’t handle, but it’s escalating. I wanted to get your take on how to proceed.”

I lean back in my chair, my mind shifting from fantasies of Mandy to the gritty reality of our business. “Tell me everything,” I say, my tone commanding.

Sean nods. “We’ve identified a few key individuals, small-time operators who think they can carve out a piece of our pie. They’ve been moving in on our gambling dens, trying to lure our clients with better odds and flashy promotions. It’s nothing we can’t squash, but they’re getting bolder.”

I listen carefully, my mind already formulating a plan. “Names?”

“David Cortez and Ricky Sanchez. They’ve been running their operations out of a couple of nightclubs downtown. Their main guy, though, is someone new—he goes by the name of Tony Varela. He’s ambitious, and from what we’ve gathered, he’s got some backing from a rival family, possibly the Garadinos.”

I nod, absorbing the information. “All right. Here’s what we do. First, send a message to Cortez and Sanchez. Rough up their operations and make it clear they’re playing a dangerous game. I want them to understand that their little experiment ends now.”

Sean’s eyes gleam with approval. “Got it. And Varela?”

I lean forward, my voice dropping to a lethal level. “Varela needs a personal touch. Arrange a meeting. I’ll handle it myself. We’ll see how ambitious he is when he’s faced with the real consequences of crossing us.”

Sean nods, understanding the gravity of my words. “I’ll set it up. Anything else?”

“Yes,” I say, my tone still icy. “Increase security around our main hubs. I don’t want any surprises. And find out if the Garadinos are really behind this. If they are, we need to be ready to hit back hard.”

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