Page 8 of A Mafia's Treasure

I look at him and smile as he turns and walks away. He takes his jacket off and hangs it on the back of the steel occasion chair.

Facing me, he starts to unbutton his sleeves, rolling them to his elbow, and heads toward the black horse in the middle of the room. I mean, I say horse because it looks like those gymnastics horses I’ve seen in the gym, only this has straps coming off all four corners.

It’s definitely nerves I feel floating around inside me now as I listen to his black shiny shoes tap across the floor and stop as he turns, resting his tall frame against the apparatus.

Crossing his arms, he looks at me. “I haven’t read your paperwork, but I am assuming from your band alone you are open to anything I want, no questions asked?”

I peer down to the band I have been unconsciously playing with and inhale. “Yes.” I start biting the inside of my lip to prevent me from saying anything I believe is funny, as this isn’t the right time for my smart mouth.

“I also want to assure you that me being here also confirms the same, and I go through the same checks as you,” he assures me.

“Okay.” I nod and exhale.

“With all that being said, let’s begin.” He unfolds his arms and places both hands in his pockets.

“Stand and undress … slowly,” he commands.

It’s like my body takes over and I follow his commands without hesitation. Standing, I lift my T-shirt over my head, and my jeans glide down without undoing the zipper.

Gently, I knock both straps of my bra from my shoulders and use one arm to hold it in place as I snake the other around my back to pop open the clasp, letting my bra fall free, not yet revealing anything to him.

I watch him stare at me, his eyes not leaving my body, and I feel … sexy. I haven’t felt like this before. Normally I just fuck and it’s over, no time is ever taken with it. Admittedly, I have to touch myself because the guys I am with are a little eager and forget that I need to kinda be on the same page, and it doesn’t help if I’m as dry as the Sahara. They never seem to give a shit.

Today is not one of those days. I can already feel the heat in my cheeks. I will have to take my panties off at some point, and he will see my excitement.

I drop my arm to reveal my breasts, my dusky pink nipples are pebbled wanting to be sucked. My small breasts will definitely get lost in his large hands.

As I put my fingers in the waistband of my panties, he pushes off the horse.

“Stop, come to me.” He steps to the side so the horse is in full view.

I chew wildly on my bottom lip, conscious if I continue I will break the skin.

Reaching him, I have to look up. He has to be over six feet…over six feet of a pure fucking sex god,I think to myself.

“You’re breathtaking,il mio tesoro.” His hand rises and cups my cheek, his thumb skimming across my bottom lip.

“Climb up, legs either side.” He offers his hand for me to take as I step up and get on, positioned as he told me, thankful that I am still covered and not fully open to him from behind.

He walks around me and stops at my head, brushing my hair over one shoulder. “You ready?” He winks.

Silently he walks around, strapping my wrists and ankles to the bench.

“So fucking beautiful. The view from here is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.” I feel his breath before I feel the bristles from his short beard as he leans forward without me hearing him. I flinch at the shock, and I feel him chuckle against my ass cheek.

He inhales deeply. “Mmmm, you smell divine. I bet you taste just as fucking good.”

Chapter8

Nico

Fuck! I have to control myself. This woman is something else. As I run my nose along her crack down to her slit, I feel her shudder.

I feel the wetness on the tip of my nose, and it takes everything in me not to slide my tongue out and have a taste.

She quickly reminds me what we’re here for, her ass pushing back slightly as if she feels like she can give me instructions. I think she’s forgetting who’s actually in control here and who is the one that came here for punishment.

“Tut, tut, tut.” I stand and release an exaggerated sigh so she can hear me. She turns her head as best as she can in her position.

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