Page 63 of Married to the Mafia

“I’ve dealt with tougher situations than this. I got you out of the Belucci place, didn’t I? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“I want to trust you, but you won’t listen to me. You showed me how to shoot. Give me a gun. Let me come with you, just as backup.”

The elevator door opens. I walk out and she follows. Once we’re in the suite, she continues. “Please, Dino. You want to me trust you. Trust me. Let me come with you. Let me help.”

I think for a moment and then smile.

“What? Why are you smiling?” She still looks pissed at me.

“I’m remembering what Cam did when he came to Gordon’s Cove to look for the snitch.”

“What was that?”

“Blended in. There’s an ancient site near where Ricardo’s hanging out. If we’re lucky, we might be able to see his place from it.”

“We? As in us?”

“We get tickets to the site tomorrow and have a look around the place. I don’t stand out. I just look like a guy on his honeymoon, especially if I dress like a tourist.”

“You mean you get out of that suit for once in your life?”

“Just for the day.”

“Careful, you might like dressing in Bermuda shorts and sandals.”

“Let’s not go crazy, Rose.”

She runs over and kisses me. “Thank you for listening.”

“Just promise me one thing.”

What’s that?"

I grab her arm. “Never try to kick me in the nuts again. Got it?”

She pouts and blinks slowly. “Was I bad?”

I growl and reach behind her, spanking her ass hard a couple of times. “Very bad.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, still in that light voice. “Need to punish me?”

“On your knees. Open your mouth.”

I look at her kneeling in front of me with her tongue sticking out and I think about the plug that’s been in her ass all evening. I undress slowly, stripping out of my clothes until I’m not wearing a thing. She looks up at my body and hunger flashes in her eyes. “You were bad,” I say, stroking the shaft of my rock hard cock. “So I make a mess of you.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies before putting her tongue out again.

I start stroking myself, not being gentle. I can’t take my time. I’m too turned on by the sight of her submitting like this. “Tits out,” I say. “Right now.”

She lifts them out of her dress one at a time, leaving herself exposed and making me harder than ever. “Hands on your head,” I say. “Don’t move until I give permission.”

I rub up and down my shaft faster and faster, feeling an orgasm getting nearer. She’s staring up at me, her tongue sticking out, the perfect submissive to my dominant nature. I feel myself on the edge so I shift my hips closer, and then it happens.

A climax hits me, and I spray all over her face. She catches most of my cum on her tongue, the rest dripping down onto her tits. It looks obscene. She looks a mess. I’ve marked her as mine and no one else ever gets to see her like this.

I like how she looks.

She keeps her tongue out. I tell her to swallow and she does. “Do not move,” I tell her.

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