She shrugs a shoulder. “Possibly, but until I see their bodies, I won’t know for sure.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“They had a plan in case things came to a head. One of my sisters wasn’t even there, she was in the states. I don’t know if she’s dead or alive.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out on a long exhale and just watch her. She’s terrified. I don’t blame her, I probably would be too, hell I have been.
This world is so ugly, and it can be downright terrifying. She doesn’t know that she can trust us, that Ermanno wants to take care of her, marry her and possibly has fallen for her.
“Then I think you need to focus on yourself, Valentina. If that means that you have to betray them to save yourself, then you do. They aren’t here to protect you and they left you there on your own.”
Without saying anything else, I start to turn away from her to open the door and let the men back inside.
“Nicola?” she calls out. Stopping, I look back over my shoulder as I wait for her to continue. “Papa called David and I heard him give the order to cancel the hit.”
“David is?” I ask.
She looks down, biting the corner of her lip before she lifts her gaze back up to meet mine. “He’s the one who was taken with me. My father’s closest employee, his assistant. As far as I know, the hit was canceled.”
Nodding, I head toward the door, a smile playing on my lips as I pull it open and face the group of men who are all huddled around one another. Tilting my head to the side, my smile grows when my gaze finds Benicio’s.
Chapter Thirty-Two
BENICIO
I don’t know what the future holds for Valentina and Ermanno, but I do know that the woman won’t be left alone anytime soon, even if she finally spoke to Nicola.
None of us knows if she’s trustworthy yet, and there is no way in fuck she can be left unattended for hours at a time.
So, house arrest at my home is the current answer to the situation. I can’t deny that Nicola seems a bit excited about having a houseguest day in and day out.
She’s been so lonely for so long that I think she’s excited for the companionship, even if at the moment, it’s forced.
Turning away from the group of men, Valentina and whatever Gavino has planned, I decide to take Nicola home. My plans may have been altered for the morning, but the rest of the day is ours and I plan on taking full advantage of that.
We don’t speak on the way back to the house, I’m too fucking amped up and need to not only expend energy but also calm the fuck down a bit and I only know of three ways to do that. I plan on taking full advantage of all of them.
Once I pull up to the house, I shift the car in park and unfold from the front seat.
Nicola must be feeling as anxious as I am, because she doesn’t wait for me to open her car door for her. She’s already headed toward the front door ahead of me.
Making my way inside, behind her, I close and lock the front door. “Clothes off, face down, ass up. Hands behind your back,” I order softly.
Her steps falter, but she doesn’t turn around to look at me. Instead, her spine straightens and I watch her ass sway in her tight skirt as she makes her way into the bedroom.
I know that I want this, but without a doubt, Nicola needs it more than I do.
Making my way into the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of carbonated water.
What I really want is a drink, but I’ll wait until this playtime is over. Once we’ve both taken what we need from one another, then I can imbibe.
Finishing my drink, I set my glass down in the sink before I make my way back to the bedroom. She should have had plenty of time to get ready for what’s to come. The bedroom door is open when I arrive and my breath hitches at the sight in front of me.
Nicola has done exactly as I’ve instructed, but I always seem to be mesmerized by her body and her willingness to expose that deepest part of herself to me—her vulnerability.
It takes everything inside of me to turn away from her and head toward the dresser where I have placed all of the brand-new toys that I had delivered not long ago.
There are rings strategically placed on the headboard, frame, and footboard of the bed so that I can restrain her when and where I please.
Gathering the equipment that I plan on using today, I toe off my shoes and socks before I turn toward her and make my way to the side of the bed.
Her body is facing the headboard, her cheek resting on the mattress as she watches me approach. I glance back at her ass, which is facing the footboard and I can see her pussy glistening with wetness in the sunlight. She’s also got her hands behind her back, just as I requested.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I murmur.
Nicola lets out a small moan from my praise. Using the wrist cuffs, I bind each of her wrists but don’t tie them together.
Immediately, her body relaxes in a way where I can tell she has needed this for far longer than I realized.
Wrapping a strap around one of her thighs, I use the small hook and gently bring her wrist to her thigh.
Clasping the hook to the ring, I grin at the sight of her wrist attached to the strap at her thigh, then I repeat the motion on the other side.
Finally, I strap the collar around her neck before I take the small chain in my hand and clip it to the hook in the middle of the headboard, then attach that to her collar.
“Lift up on your knees. I want your chest off of the bed,” I demand.
Walking over to a chair that is in the corner, I take a seat as she rises to her knees. She can’t straighten her back. She has to use her thigh and ab muscles to keep her back flat as she looks straight forward.
She looks like a goddamn present waiting for me to finish stripping the pretty paper off of her and expose the raw truth beneath all of the wrapping.
She looks fucking perfect.
I don’t move as I watch her from my seated position. I need her to become fatigued, to get lost in the feel of her restraints, to remember who is in control whenever she walks through the bedroom door. It’s me. It will always be me, regardless of the power she wields, I always hold it in these moments.
Watching her, I wait for her muscles to fatigue, for her body to struggle. She inhales through her nose, then lets the breaths out of her mouth. Fascinated, I watch her, waiting and waiting for my opportunity to take over—to take from her.
Slowly, she turns her head slightly, and her lips turn up into a smirk. “Problem?” I ask.
She licks her lips, her nostrils flaring. “I need you, Benny,” she whimpers.
Though she sounds weak, I can tell by the way her eyes widen and the way that her body is held that she’s anything but. She’s not ready yet. Tilting my head to the side, I grin over at her before I begin to take my slacks off.
Leaving them and my shirt in a pile on the floor next to me, I lean back slightly in the chair and wrap my hand around my hard length, keeping my gaze focused on hers. I hear her breath hitch as her lips part.
“Benny,” she whispers.
“Control comes in many forms, Nicola. Right now, I’m stripping you of yours while you watch me jack off, tied up and unable to move. Enjoy the show, passerotta.”
Nicola jerks her head back, causing her chain to rattle, but it does nothing else, she is tethered to the headboard and can do nothing but as I suggested—watch.
Squeezing my fingers around my hard cock, I stroke as I keep my gaze focused on her. Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I sink my teeth down as I imagine her wrapping her lips around my dick.
I picture sinking down her wet throat, the way her eyes widen as they stay connected to mine when I fuck her mouth.
I hear her whimper and it takes me out of my daydream. Her lips are pressed together and those eyes that I love to stare into are focused on my dick, on my hand stroking my dick.
“Please,” she begs.
Shaking my head, I slowly stand, releasing my ac
hing dick. Making my way over to her side, I grin down at her. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, relishing in the way that she leans against my palm.
Turning from her, I reach for the chain and unclip it from the headboard. “Don’t move,” I demand before I climb onto the bed. Staying on my knees, I look down at her as I align my dick with her mouth.
“Take all of me, passerotta,” I demand.
Her eyes never leave mine. Not when she opens her mouth, not when she leans forward and not when she takes all of me down her perfect throat. She can’t use her hands, they’re still bound to her thighs and it’s fucking beautiful.
NICOLA
Benicio reaches out, wrapping his hand in the back of my hair, tugging me backward as he continues to look down into my gaze. I can’t look away from him, it’s like he has me completely arrested, suspended, frozen.
Keeping my mouth open, I suck him as he fucks my mouth. His breathing comes out in heavy pants as he continues to thrust forward while he pulls me along his length. I’m completely restrained, unable to do anything but be used by him and I absolutely love it.
If I thought that being restrained felt good before I met Benicio, I have no words to describe how it makes me feel with him.
Adding the pleasure aspect to it, I can understand why the club is so popular, but I think that it adds an even different element when you’re head-over-heels in love with the other person, the way that I am with Benny.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he yanks my head back, my neck painfully arched as I look up at him. His head is tipped down, and he’s heaving, trying to catch his breath.
“I want to come all over your face, watch you swallow, except I want to come inside of your cunt even more than that,” he explains.
My lips twitch. “I want you inside of me too, Benny,” I breathe.
He dips his chin before his free hand reaches to my breast and I feel his fingers wrap around me, gently massaging me. Closing my eyes at the feel of his gentle touch, I yelp when his finger pinches my nipple and tugs roughly.
“Stay there, Nicci,” he warns.
My thighs shake, my muscles are so tired, but I stay firm, careful not to disappoint him. There’s something about wanting to please him. I want to make him so proud of me, in all aspects of our lives.
I feel his fingertips trail up the backs of my thighs and then grab ahold of my flesh, spreading my cheeks apart. I’m embarrassingly wet, but I don’t care. He’s seen me in every position, sweat-soaked, cum-soaked, covered in blood—he’s seen it all.
Just when I feel like I’m going to collapse forward, Benicio wraps his hands around my hips and gently tugs me backward, his cock aligning with my pussy and filling me in one quick motion.
I let out a long sigh at the feel of him filling me and temporarily relieving the ache at my center.
Benny’s mouth touches the side of my neck, then his hands slide around my waist to my belly. His mouth tastes me, his tongue licking my neck before his teeth nip my skin.
“You’re going to stay perfectly still, Nicola.”
I nod, as one of his hands slides up the center of my chest, tugging the collar off of me before he throws it to the side and replaces it with his palm and fingers. He squeezes gently, then grasps me firmly as he holds my back against his chest.
Turning my head to the side, I touch my mouth to the underside of his clenched jaw. His other hand, he slides down until two fingers touch my clit. “Benny,” I breathe against his skin.
He hums. “No moving, Nicola,” he reminds me as his fingers begin to play.
At first, it’s light touches against my clit, then he begins to add more pressure, the entire time he rolls his hips, slowly fucking me.
His cock moves inside of me, filling me and stretching me with each slight thrust from his kneeling position behind me.
Closing my eyes, I clench my own jaw as the overwhelming need to move begins to take over my entire body. I feel like my skin is going to burst into flames from the inside out if I don’t move and reach for my relief, for my climax.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I know that you want to move. I can feel your pussy practically begging to move against my touch,” he breathes as he continues to fuck and play me like only he can. I clench my hands at my sides, wishing that I could reach behind me and hold on to him.
Letting out a frustrated sob, I touch my lips to his jaw again. “I’m going to die, Benny. Please,” I beg.
“You won’t, Nicola. Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, do you know that?” he asks, and I let out a small bark of laughter, not verbally answering him. “Simply fucking gorgeous when you’re at my mercy. When you’re completely and totally mine to use.”
“I’m always yours to use,” I grind out as my thighs shake.
He snorts. “You are, aren’t you?”
I hum, inhaling through my nose and letting the exhale out of my mouth, trying to keep myself calm when all I want to do is buck and jerk against him until my body finds its relief and climaxes.
Benicio doesn’t want that though, he’s showing me who is in charge, that he controls my orgasms, that he controls everything.
And I let him.
Because at the end of the day, this is roleplay just as much as him tying me up is. The reality is that Benicio gives me more control, more power, than any other man I have ever known in my entire life.
There is no other woman involved with the famiglia that has the power that I hold. I have that because of him, because he trusts me, because he loves me, because he gives it to me to wield.
His fingers stop moving and I almost let out a cry, but it’s what happens next that has my breath hitching and my body going into complete overdrive.
Benicio releases my pussy and my neck, using his fingers to grip my hips as he shifts us so that my knees and shins are on the bed.
Unable to catch myself, I fall forward slightly and he lets me, until my chest is pressed to the mattress. He releases my hip with one of his hands and grips the back of my neck with his strong fingers.
Without so much as a word, his grip tightens against my hip and my neck simultaneously, then he rears back and slams inside of me. There are no more easy small strokes, instead, he fucks me against the mattress—hard.
Closing my eyes, I accept every single thrust and roll of his hips. It feels like absolute heaven. Relaxing my entire body, I feel like I’m actually going to float away. I feel high, happy, at peace.
Benicio grunts behind me, growling as he slides his hand from my hip to my clit. He leans over my back slightly and I feel his sweat-soaked skin brush against mine. He doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t slow down or reduce his speed or strength.
He continues to fuck me hard, adding his fingers at my clit. Three thrusts. I count them. One. Two. Three. Along with three simultaneous swirls of my clit and I completely break apart beneath him.
Lifting my head, I let out a wail that sounds like it’s coming from a different person as it fills the room.
Seconds later, Benicio buries himself deep inside of me and then I hear his roar replace my own wail as he fills me with his release.
My body trembles, he stays statue still as his cock twitches inside of me and together we attempt to catch our breath.
A few moments later, I feel him release my arms from their position against my thigh and he removes the restraints before he flops back on the mattress and gathers me in his arms.
Chapter Thirty-Three
BENICIO
Nicola falls asleep almost immediately. Unfortunately, although I’m physically sated from the epic fuck, my mind is still fucking spinning.
Slowly, I remove myself from beneath her and throw my legs over the side of the bed as I reach for the handle of my nightstand drawer.
Yanking it open, I shuffle around inside until I find a joint and a lighter.
It doesn’t take me long to light up and I reposition myself on the bed, my back resting against the headboard before I gently drag Nicola next to me
and arrange her against my side where she was just moments ago.
Closing my eyes, I let the smoke fill me and hopefully soon it will relax me. I’m fucking spun up.
Swear to shit the past couple of weeks have been nothing short of a goddamn nightmare. One train wreck after the other, although I would do it all over again if it had the same outcome, Nicola naked next to me, almost my wife.
“That shit stinks,” she mumbles as she pushes up against my chest.
I smirk down at her, watching as she reaches for my smoke and takes it, placing it between her lips and inhales herself. Sexy as fuck.
That’s what she is, in every way imaginable. Her tits are exposed, a joint between her lips, her eyes focused on mine and still dazed from her orgasm.
“You like it,” I point out.
She snorts, handing it back to me. “I do, but maybe out on the back patio next time?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I inhale again before I stub it in the ashtray next to my bed and roll our bodies so that she’s beneath me.
Placing my mouth against hers, she hums as she parts her lips and I blow my smoke into her mouth.
Lifting my head, I look down at her and she rolls her eyes as she moves her head to the side and releases the smoke before turning back to face me. “I’ll go out on the patio next time, but I’ll have to carry you with me,” I point out.
“I like that idea,” she whispers as she lifts her fingers and slides them through the side of my hair.
She’s watching me and I wait for her to speak, knowing that she must have something on her mind. I don’t know what it is, but I can imagine that it has something to do with what’s happened over the course of the last few days.
“The girl, she’ll be okay?” she asks.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “She’ll be coming by here until she acclimates to this new life. You want to take her under your wing, you feel free, passerotta.”
“How far under my wing?”
I let out a snort. “She can hang with you, but you cannot teach her any fucking details about your new position, yeah?”
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