Page 16 of The Sicuro

“I don’t pay to fuck anyone. What I am telling you is that you’re mine and I will take care of you. As you informed me, you can’t fuck your Boss. So now you’re not.” He means what he says, and my body stiffens in unease but at the same time, my pussy pulsates.

“And when you’re done with me?” My words are curt.

“Kelcie, what makes you think I will ever be done with you?”

My pussy is throbbing as fast as my pulse rate. This man has no idea, what he does to me, or does he?

“Can I at least have some time before you sack me?” A smile takes over my lips, knowing that he’ll be pleased I’ve given in to him. His grin returns and he nods, deep down I know this isn’t going to last long.

We go to dinner, to a place about an hour away from The Sicuro, he never gave me my underwear back, telling me he likes the idea that he can touch me whenever he likes. Over dinner we finally have a conversation, and he asks me about my family. I tell him I don’t have any and that my parents passed away, but I get the impression that he already knows this. He doesn’t tell me much about himself, only that Mr DeMarco, his grandfather was his only family and that he had inherited the business. I ask if the bar is the ‘only’ business he does. He doesn’t answer, telling me I may find out in time. I know this means it’s not and that I am right in thinking there is something shady, but I get that he’s not willing to divulge anything to me. I try and recall what was said at the hotel, but everything was so vague that I can’t put my finger on any specific detail.

On the drive back, he tells me I will be dropped off at home, and that he will see me tomorrow evening. I remind him that I am working, the evening shift this week, which is 4pm-10pm, he smirks. I reminded him that he agreed to give me some time before I stop working. In my head I’m thinking about theextra money and what I have saved as I don’t want to rely on him for anything, preparing for this to end as quickly as it started.

“That doesn’t mean I won’t see you.” I don’t know how I will cope if he sits in the bar every night watching me, even the thought is making my body ignite. He pulls me close to him, and I remember the drive back from the hotel. The throbbing still there after he bent me over his desk, I don’t think I would be able to handle his dick again, the size of him fills me more than I knew was possible. His hand slides up my dress and with a swift brush across my naked clit, I’m instantly wet. He knows it, he knows I’m wet for him. My eyes are transfixed on his mouth as it stretches into a sexy grin, catching me watching he runs his tongue over his lower lip. His fingers work me into a frenzy quicker than I knew possible, I can see the glorious outline of his hard cock pressing against his trousers. I move to grab it and he stops me gripping my hand tight. His fingers work faster, and I feel myself tense around him, my body stiffening.

“Come for me,” he insists. Needing no further encouragement my climax takes over me gush over him. “Good girl,” he praises as we pull up outside my apartment.

He walks me to my door, hand on my lower back as normal. As I unlock the door I turn to him, he pulls me in kissing me softly.

“Lock your door.” I know it’s not a request. Nothing ever really is with him. I nod. I go inside and do as he asked, I always lock my door anyway, so I tell myself I’m not doing it because he demandedme to.

My mind goes over the day and what has happened, the fact of who he is, that he wants me and that I have no idea what I have got myself into. It doesn’t feel real. I walk to my fridge and pour myself a glass of wine. I’ve had several poured for me today but not drank any other than the one at lunch due to trying to understand what was going on. Getting ready for bed, I know I should shower but I am exhausted, so I finish my wine and crash, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.

I wake naturally, I must have slept for at least ten hours, I check the time and it’s gone 10am. Whilst I feel refreshed, I can still feel that he was inside me and a slender smile takes over my lips. I ponder around the apartment, feeling content yet still anxious. The things my body has been craving have been taken care of and more than satisfied me, but by a man who is controlling, domineering and clearly leads a lifestyle that I have never been a part of. I still don’t know if I am scared or excited by what may come.

Time passes and I get ready for work, I walk out my door and as I’m pulling it closed, I notice him here, casually leaning on his car like I was expecting him. He’s on his phone, his expression stern, and slightly pissed off. Walking towards him he opens the car door and I climb in silently, with him close behind, hanging up his phone as pulls the door closed.

“I hope that you are taking me to work.” His eyes look deep into mine.

“Well, that’s where I need to be.”

Of course he does, do I need to prepare myself for him to be sitting in his booth every time I am working? He does own the place, so it’s not like I can ask David to remove him from it. He places his hand on my thigh and my body immediately comes to life for him. No words are spoken until we reach The Sicuro, he gets out, his hand held out to me.

“I’ll be here when you finish.” Before I go to walk into the building, he pulls me close to him, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “David is there today, any concerns speak with him.” My only response is to nod.

Why would I have any concerns? There is always one of the security team there anyway. I brush it off and get through my shift which goes as expected. It doesn’t start to get busy until around 9pm, and then I only have an hour left and it goes quickly. I get changed and go to leave, and David follows me.

“Everything OK?” My face coated with confusion. Why the fuck is he following me.

“Yes, Miss Taylor.” He’s used my real name and addressing me as such doesn’t feel right. He continues to follow me opening each door as we go. I come to the exit and he’s still with me. Stepping out the door I see Gabriel, he’s here waiting just like he said he would be. As I walk towards him, he takes a few steps forward.

“Thank you, David.”

“Boss.”

I realise then that David was asked to walk me out. I tell Gabriel that there was no need, and I am, very capable at walking, my sarcasmoozing from me. He’s not happy with my comment.

“I told you that now you are mine that I will take care of you. If I can’t be there either David or Anders will.”

So, this is how it’s going to be, I am going to have someone continually babysit me. I sigh showing my exacerbation with his words, but I don’t say anything. I ask him how his day has been, and his one-word answer of busy tells me he’s not in the mood to talk.

“If I am yours, and I am going to be babysat, the least you can do is talk to me.” His glare makes me think he’s not one to talk or doesn’t due to the nature of his job. I gather both.

“Or try to.”

“OK.” His response, another one-word answer.

We pull up to my apartment, and I ask him if he’s coming in, as much as he’s pissed me off, now that I’ve experienced him my body craves him even more. He tells me that he can’t tonight, that he has business to deal with, but he will be here to pick me up tomorrow. Softly he kisses my cheek and tells me to lock my door when I get in. I realise that this is to be my new routine, that he’s going to want to know where I am at all times. I don’t know if it annoys me or not? It’s not like I do much anyway but the thought of not being able to do anything alone is strange. However, I’m alone now and desire his presence.

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