Page 54 of The Mafia's Property

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.” he dropped the phone and got up. “You don’t.”

Nico

A NOTIFICATION BEEPED on my phone. It was the tracking app. Rico had reduced the Freya’s radius from a respectable ten miles to just five feet. It meant every time she went five feet away from either me or Rico, we would get a notification. And if he has set the punishment mode, which looks like he had, her bracelet would prick her any each foot she moved away from the set radius. I left the two in that room and had gone downstairs to make myself dinner and, frankly, everyone else as well. Whatever happened to them since must have caused Rico to take this extreme measure. I wondered if she had tried to jump out of the window. I wouldn’t put it past her. And Rico loved his punishments, but he must be taking it too far, I thought. What is this? Was I caring for the little traitor? She should get what she deserved. Rico and I were playing on easy mode.

I still couldn’t believe that all this time she thought I killed her friend. The irony of it all is that I wanted to kill the perpetrator. If it weren’t for the war we were in with Saccone and needing all the allies we could get, I would have ended that sorry ass a long time ago. The shock on her face when I explained to her what really happened was kinda satisfying, but knowing I never had her trust at all hurt. It hurt more than any rejection I’ve ever had, including Maeve’s.

Just as I was about to call them for dinner, Freya and Rico came down. Rico was ahead and I would not have not noticed anything odd until I looked up from the plates and saw Freya with not a stitch of clothing on her. My dick hardened as she traced Rico’s footsteps. She didn’t look shy like one would expect someone in her position to be. She walked proudly with her head held high. And to think only a few hours ago was the first time she sucked dick. My gaze went down from her lips to her pussy.

I wanted to feel her grip on my cock again. We had already fucked and still I wanted to fuck her again and again until knew who she belonged to. Rico was right. We had to get this obsession we had for her out of our system.

“Is the lack of clothing some sort of punishment?” I asked Rico after he directed Freya to take a seat at the dinner table.

“I figured you wanted easy access.”

Freya sat with her back to the kitchen. But from my vantage point, I could see her shoulder flinch at Rico’s words. Good. Feel the hurt. I want you to hurt as much as I am. “Shouldn’t you be helping me prepare?” I said to her. Freya whipped her head around and, where I was expecting to see pain or even tears, I saw a stony face. Defiance. Even I couldn’t blame her for being as calm and collected as she was at that moment. Defiance was good armor. She got up silently and came over to stand beside me. As much as I tried to be less of a horny teenager, I couldn’t resist glaring at her tits. She has the most beautiful pair I’ve ever seen. Behave, I told myself, and raised my gaze to her eyes. I had misread her. She didn’t look like she was walling herself off. She seemed even a little curious. Odd.

“Take out the roast in the oven and bring it over to the table.” I handed her the mittens and took out the rest of the dishes off the stove and into the serving dishes. Rico came over to help, resulting in the room feeling crowded. At one time, as I was grabbing the cutlery, I bumped into her and my arm brushed against her right breast.

I’m pretty sure she moaned. And as I was arranging the table, I bumped into her again as she was arranging the plates. And this time, I for sure heard the moan. Not only that, but that bump was intentional. I could stake my life on it. The little nympho was enjoying this. A process meant to humiliate her was instead turning her on.

“Come over here,” I said as we were taking our seats. She hesitated, glanced at Rico, who shrugged and came over to stand beside me. I tapped my lap. “Sit here.” She obliged with no rebuke. Her ass was supple as she settled on my lap, riding my cock as she did so. I leaned over and helped myself to the food. I also placed some of the food on her plate. When presented the plate to her, she fidgeted, her ass rubbing up and down my groin. “You love teasing, don’t you?” I said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Is that so?” My hand went to her pussy. It was slick. Fucking hell. How was she wet after the pounding that Rico gave her? I rubbed her clit, and she ground into my lap. Fuck. This was looking like a bad idea if I wanted to eat, but I was hungry. I let go of her pussy and licked my finger. She tasted sweet. I could go for seconds, but I resisted and instead attacked my chicken.

Freya behaved after we started eating. She was as hungry as I was, it seemed and ate ravenously. Although she would repeatedly shift in her seat. She was tempting me into action; I knew and when she did it again; I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her still. Her plate was halfway done, but still had food in it. I took her cutlery and cut a piece of meat and fed it to her. She resisted at first, but when I pinched her nipple, she relented and opened her mouth. I finished everything on her plate that way. And when we were done, I ordered Rico to get dessert.

“You had made that already?”

“Marina made it earlier,” I said, referring to the maid responsible for the upkeep of this place. Even though she was discrete, I sent her away as soon as we arrived. Rico got up and went to the fridge while I let Freya off my lap and pushed away the plates and dishes to the other end. After clearing enough space to fit her, I lifted her and placed her on the table, spread eagled, pussy glistening, and offered up to me. “She’s always ready,” Rico said behind me. He had the bowl of fruit and a can of whipped cream in his hands. His gaze was on Freya, or should I say Freya’s pussy. He had been enviously watching us the entire time and clearly wanted in on the action.

“Wanna go first?”

“No, you,” he said.

I took the whipped cream whipped cream first and sprayed on top of her pussy lips. She twitched at the coldness of the cream. “What is it?” she asked, raising her head. Rico went over to the side of the table and brought her head down. He placed the bowl beside her and unzipped his pants. “Nico looked like he was enjoying the blowjob you gave him earlier.” He took out his hard cock. “Is she good?”

“She still learning, but she has a lot of potential.”

Rico brushed off strands of hair on her face and caressed her cheek. “Are you ready for another lesson?” If she had a coherent response, she never got to utter it. She mewled as I sat down on the chair and licked the cream off her pussy. Damn, she tasted sweet. The first time I tasted her, I knew I would never be satisfied. Now, as I tried to get my feel for her, I wondered if I was initially right. I took a strawberry out of the bowl and inserted it in her pussy, then sprayed cream on top. Slowly, licked the cream off, wandering to her clit here and there until the red was visible and then I nipped at the fruit and drew it out of her completely. It plopped out of her pussy and into my mouth. She could have screamed if her mouth wasn’t muffled by Rico’s cock.

He was showing her how to take his cock, gently whispering instructions to her as she took his cock slowly. He was bigger than me and any lover would need to adjust to him. It seemed like he was treating her with more accommodation than he has ever given to any of his previous lovers. I would know. I was there half the time. He was caressing her cheek, inserting his cock slowly into her mouth.

“What?” he said without looking away from Freya’s face.

“Nothing,” I said and took another fruit from the bowl. A slice of peach this time. I sprayed some cream into the bowl and dipped the peach, then went to her pussy and placed the peach in like I did with the strawberry, the cream part on the outer end. She writhed when she felt the cold of the fruit inside her and I resumed my dessert. I at the entire peach and then attacked her pussy once more, all pretense of eating food went out of the window and I delved into her pussy, my tongue lapping all her juices that were gushing out of her as she writhed and moaned onto Rico’s cock. I held her down as she twisted in pleasure. Rico was no longer giving those lessons. He was lost in the haze just as she was. Just as I was. Simply eating her was making me even harder.

I looked up, Rico was close to coming. I got up, unzipped my pants, took out my cock and thrust it deep inside her wet warmth. Freya’s pussy caught it in a death grip and started milking it as she came. Rico was coming as well. She tried to swallow his seed, but it was too much for her. Meanwhile, I was not far away. A few more strokes and I was filling her womb with my seed. Hope one stays there and takes root. An image of Freya round and barefoot with my baby took me over the edge. My knees buckled at the intensity of the orgasm and I had to hold on to the table so I would not topple over her.

I stood like that, my cock pulsing with tiny bursts of cum that soon subsided. I pulled out and flopped onto the chair. Some of my cum seeped out. Lazily, I put it back in with my hand. Her pussy was pink, used and pretty to look at. Almost picture perfect. I grabbed my phone that was beside her leg and took a shot. Her eyes narrowed as she watched me.

“Do not behave and I’ll have this all over the internet.” I don’t know why I thought the threat of revenge porn would scare a stripper, but if she had stayed a virgin for this long, that at least meant she didn’t want to be a porn star. And it’s not like I would do such a thing. Her pussy belongs to me. It belongs to us. The more I thought about her staying here forever. Going back, not just to Vegas, but living permanently with us in Chicago made my heart melt. The image fit. It made sense. She was the missing piece.

I wanted to stay mad at her. Use her and discard her like we planned, but I couldn’t. And even though I haven’t fully come to terms with it, I have already forgiven her. She wanted payback for her friend’s murder. Who wouldn’t admire that? That’s the kinda spirit I found fucking hot. A woman like her is a keeper. I turned to Rico. He had collapsed on the chair behind him, sitting spreadeagled, dick spent and looking at Freya like he was seeing something new. His face had that soft look I had only seen him wear a few times before. A look of realization. Yeah, the same thing that was running through my mind was the same thing running through his. We were well and truly fucked.

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