I’ve been nothing but irritated, bored and frustrated since she’s left. As much as I don’t want anyone to see the way her absence is affecting me, I think anyone on my staff can sense the changes in my personality.
While I’m being honest, I can fully admit I had more fun with her than I expected. Hiring working girls has been a frequent habit of mine over the last few years. However, Belladonna is a bit different than the rest. She’s the only one who ever talked back to me. At first I didn’t like her sudden venomous moments, but I grew to appreciate her nature which can be somewhat callous. It proved to me I rubbed her the wrong way, even if I knew how to rub her in many other ways she enjoyed. Upon first meeting there was something I couldn’t put my finger on between us.
We’re like oil and water. We can never combine into one substance, but together we can cause many reactions. For example, if a flame were to drop on me, being the oil, I’d burn. Though her water could put the fire out.
My point is Belladonna and I are two different people, though we can complement the other. We shouldn’t work, but we do, and it’s causing much turmoil in my mind.
“I’m fine.” I reply in a snarky manner, causing Giuseppe to narrow his eyes. He’s worked for me for far longer than I can remember. He’d never point out how obvious it is that I’m struggling, so he simply exits my dining room and leaves me alone.
We both know I’m not okay.
It’s a bit late in the evening, so I finish eating my lemon pepper tilapia which was prepared by my chef. Placing my napkin on the table I rise and grab my glass of tequila on the rocks, heading up toward my bedroom. I walk closely to the window, take a sip of the strong liquor and pull out my phone.
I fucking promised myself I would never become one of these men, but here I go. Unlocking my phone, I tap on Belladonna’s name and press my phone to my ear. The phone rings a few times before I’m greeted with her soft, yet confused voice.
“Davide?” She seems shocked I even bothered to call.
“Evening, Poppet.” For the first time ever I’ve given her an untraditional pet name. Yet it’s so fitting, she’s a fragile young woman. A beautiful one at that.
“You’ve never called me that before,” She states, possibly even getting a feel for how things might be going. I don’t want to blow my spot, or become vulnerable in any way. All I fucking want is for her to be across the room, reading one of her books about the arts. Hell, I’d even be so happy with watching her brush that faint pink gloss over her luscious lips.
I’m caught in silence when I remember the way we kiss. When I close my eyes it’s as if I can feel her right in front of me, not hundreds of miles away. “I want to see you,” I declare.
“You’ll see me in a few days,”
“I want to see you now, Bella— fuck, what is your name?”
“You know my name,” She states.
“Your real name,”
“I don’t tell my clients my birthname.” She replies, her tone dropping a bit lower. Now she’s getting nervous. Oh, how badly I wish I could see her expression and figure out if she’s scared or open to the idea. The woman can’t hold a poker face to save her life.
“Poppet, tell me your name.”
Moments of silence pass us by, and with each passing one I begin to grow a tad bit nervous. “Blanka,” She says it so lowly I barely hear her.
“Blanka . . .” I say it slowly, allowing it to roll off my tongue. “It’s European, yes?”
“Yes. Czech.” She replies lowly.
“Blanka, I want to see you again, and I don’t want to wait. I shouldn’t have to.”
“Davide, this decision isn’t up to me. I’m bound by a contract with Miss. Bianchi. I simply can’t see a client during my week off.”
“Is she still downstairs in her office, or has the woman retired for the evening?” I ask her.
“She’s downstairs until around eleven, usually.”
“Perfect. I’ll see you later, Poppet. Sleep sweet.” I state, ending the call. I immediately call Miss. Bianchi. She answers almost instantaneously.
“Mr. Lupei, what an unexpected surprise.”
“I’ll cut straight to the point. I’m going out on a charter for a couple days at sea to rest. Although, I can’t seem to think what could be more relaxing than pleasurable company.”
“Ah, I see where you’re going. Belladonna has two clients who are meeting her in a couple of days. They’ve paid in advance. I can’t send her out with you. Although, I can send another one of my girls.”
“While that’s such a tempting offer, I must let you know my preferences are very specific. I want Belladonna and I’ll make it worth your while to get her. How about this, I’ll pay you triple the normal rate, and you can send two other girls with her, and allow her clients to come aboard my charter. This way everyone is happy, are they not?”
Once again silence fills the other end of the line, “You’ve put me in an interesting position, Mr. Lupei.”
“Come on, Miss. Bianchi. You know my offer is the better deal. It’s entirely more profitable. Just give me what I want, it’s so much easier if you do. I’ll even send some new clients your way as I’ve done in the past.”
A heavy sigh greets me and I know I’ve won. “Fine, but she won’t be there for another day. I’ll notify my other clients of the change and see if they’re willing to adjust their own schedule and preferences. I’ll be sending Raquel and the other woman they specifically requested.”
“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Miss. Bianchi.”
Chapter 12
Blanka/Belladonna
When Miss. Bianchi told me to pack my luggage and get ready for another flight, I assumed I heard her wrong. She explained how Davide called her and they reached an agreement for me to leave a few days early. Although she also informed me my appointment that was supposed to take place in three days is now going to be on Davide’s yacht.
As much as I don’t want to see what’s obviously happening . . . we’re growing closer to one another. I missed him after being back in the brothel too, but I knew I couldn’t cross that line. However, he had no problem crossing it.
Fuck, he’s the complete opposite of me. He’s brash and does what he wants, while I’m calculating and think about my actions before I go through with anything. Davide might not think his actions would cause a red flag to go up with Miss. Bianchi but I’m not dumb. There’s no doubt in her mind she believes something is going on between the two of us.
I could fucking slap him— but I don’t want to.
What I want is to be able to change time, for us to have met near the end of my contract. I know I said I’d never be with a man who ever felt the need to pay for sex . . . but, God. Here I am going back on my promise to myself.
I’ve just been dropped off at the pier and I’m rolling my luggage down the deck, heading for the biggest ship I see. It’s a beautiful yacht, appearing modern and stylish in nature. It’s around ten in the evening, but luckily the pier has lights up and down the area. Miss. Bianchi told me it’s titled Serenity, so I can’t miss it.
A crew member helps me board the deck and takes my luggage for me. Meanwhile, I walk up the stairwell to the next floor and stop, taking in the beauty of the ship. The unmistakable sound of moaning fills my ears. Glancing around I figure out it’s coming from above and head up the next flight of stairs, closer to the sound.
When I arrive to the next level, the lights on the side of the boat illuminate the deck enough for me to see Davide’s toned ass moving up and down. The sight makes me furious. I thought I was beginning to figure this man out, and here he is fucking some woman. I should’ve known Miss. Bianchi would’ve sent another woman with me. How could I have been so dumb to think I’d be here with him . . . that we’d get time together. Dammit.
The woman shifts her body a bit, and I see someone I didn’t expect. The woman he fucked in front of me almost a month ago. Raquel.
I can’t be mad at her beca
use I know she’s only doing her job, but I’m furious with him. I’m so beyond angered I rush down the stairwell I just came up and walk into the saloon area. Immediately, I spot two men drinking and chatting amongst themselves on a large couch in the middle of the area. I recognize Jasper immediately, but I was hoping I’d be able to avoid the man for a bit. He’s not my favorite type of client. Across from him is Hugo, one of my other clients.
Hugo is eccentric at best. He’s in his mid-fifties, is married to a woman who knows about his . . . evening and weekend activities but could care less. She only cares about the money he throws her way and that she doesn’t have to be the one to satisfy him. When I’ve gone on trips with him before she goes with us and considers women like me a blessing. An odd way to look at it, but hey, whatever floats your boat. Hugo also has a boyfriend, because he swings both ways. Not that I mind. He gets off on the idea of being in power.
I thought I was meeting two African men? What the hell happened to them? Ugh, it’s pointless in even wondering. Miss. Bianchi has changed things like this on me before.
“I didn’t expect to see either of you here,” I mew.
“A lovely surprise I hope,” Hugo states, rising from the couch. He approaches me, grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me passionately.
“Of course,” Immediately I respond, faking my mood as I typically do.
“Not to be rude, but we know what we’re here for. Strip and walk your ass over to that hot tub,” Jasper says in a rude manner.
Hugo chuckles lightly, “Seems this one can’t wait to see your beauty. I’ll be honest, I can barely contain myself too. It’s been far too long, lovely Belladonna.”
I smile smugly, putting my hands behind my neck and untie the halter dress I have on. The sea green color drops to a pile on the floor. Next I take my bedazzled bra off, unhooking the back and toss it on the floor as well. Although, before I can take my panties off Hugo has already kneeled before me, grabbing them with his teeth and pulls them down. He inhales sharply as he slides down. When he reaches the bottom I kick them off from my legs.
“God, how I’ve missed your scent.” Hugo claims as he rises. He glances between Jasper and I, wiggles his eyebrows and I know what he wants. Not me, but us.
“What do you say to a ménage à trois?” I ask Jasper even though I already know he’ll be down for it. He’s a dog in every sense of the word.
Hugo takes my hand, leading me over to the hot tub I passed before I entered the saloon. He helps me get in while he gets naked and hops in behind me, throwing my torso over the side of the tub so my ass is sticking up in the air he pulls my lips apart. Adoring me as he always does. He’s one of those types who enjoys to truly stare at a vagina. It’s weird, but he pays well so it is what it is. He looks for a bit before he lines himself up with me and takes what he wants.
I go back and forth between Hugo and Jasper for what must be the next hour until I’m on a lounge chair riding Hugo’s thick cock. Hugo slides his hand over my stomach and comes to my clit. He rubs his thumb in an up and down motion as I rock on top of him. I dig my nails into his thick thighs and moans spill pass my lips.
This isn’t like having sex with Davide. It’s not nearly as enjoyable, but it’s a close second. Hugo is one of the only clients I have who actually knows how to pleasure a woman. So many of them only want us to pleasure them, viewing us as concubines from the golden ages.
On my left I can hear heavy footsteps pattering from above and notice Davide’s expression as he hits the bottom of the stairs. He’s pissed. I want to scoff but I can’t. He was up there fucking Raquel and he has the audacity to be pissed at me? I don’t think so. I’m only doing my job.
Alright. That might be a lie. I’m doing my job, but I’m playing the game he is too. Only, I just won this round. Hugo grabs ahold of my breasts, twisting my nipples as he cums inside me. He groans loudly, glaring at me like a caged lion. I know this look all too well. He isn’t done to say the least.
I hop off the man with his cock still standing to attention. Davide calls up above him, “Raquel, we have a man down here who I’m sure would love your company.”
Raquel comes running down the stairs and her eyes shoot to Hugo. She starts to walk up to him, but he stops her. “No, sweetheart. This is the gentleman I’m talking about,” Davide motions over to Jasper, who’s palming his cock from the side of the hot tub.
Davide comes over to Hugo and I, “Hugo, you look like you thoroughly enjoyed yourself.”
“Oh, I always do with this one. She’s one of my favorite women,”
“Aw, you’ll make me blush.” I tell Hugo. “Although, I didn’t know the two of you knew the other.”
“We didn’t until today. Miss. Bianchi called and stated how the clients who were supposed to see you weren’t able to make it. But she had a way to fix it. She sent these two our way. Hugo and I were chatting for a couple hours before you got here. Jasper on the other hand had only been here for a bit before you I’m assuming. When did you get here exactly?” Davide questions.
“An hour or two,” I instantly reply, not wavering his eyes from my own.
“Ah. I’m surprised you didn’t come up to let me know you were here,” Davide states, annoyance evident through his tone.
I suck in a sharp breath, unable to hold back my glare. “I was going to tell you, but you were a bit preoccupied at the moment. It doesn’t matter, though. Hugo and Jasper were both able to keep me company and let me know I was appreciated.” I don’t realize how snappy my words come out until I see Davide’s expression.
“Are you satisfied Hugo, or would you like more? I’d love to know what type of job Belladonna did tonight.”
“She’s always satisfying,” Hugo comments with a chuckle.
I almost expect Davide to be a bit of a smart ass, but he does something I don’t think he will. He kneels down in front of Hugo, wraps his hand around his cock and starts palming him. “Is she? Then why is your cock still hard? Is there some cum in there she didn’t beg for you to put inside her?”
Davide runs his fingers over the bulging veins in Hugo’s cock. Meanwhile, Hugo’s enjoying every moment of this. “I’m a bit of an insatiable man. I didn’t know you were bisexual . . . you didn’t mention that earlier.”
“No, I didn’t.” Davide cackles, “Belladonna, get the fuck under me now. I’m going to cum in that hot cunt of yours.” His tone turns into something demanding. He isn’t asking me to do this. No, he’s ordering me, and I’m worried about the consequences if I try to defy him.
Doing as he says, I go to my knees and wiggle my way in front of him. I’m on all fours, staying the lowest I can to the floor. I’m only an inch or two away from his cock, and the rest of my body is under the lounge chair.
Davide slides himself inside me with one thrust, but quickly picks up the pace until all I can hear is his skin slamming against mine. Choking sounds fill the background and I hear Hugo’s distinctive groan. “Fuck, keep sucking me off like that and I’ll give you some of my cum too boy. Would you like that?”
A gurgle filled response and Davide fucks me harder and faster than he was before, until my nails are digging into the floor below me. My back is scraping against the chair and his balls slap against me so hard I know I’m going to be sore the next day.
My pussy aches with need, heating up hotter than it has before until I’m burning inside. “Davide, I want to cum.” I moan.
Surprisingly he pulls himself out of me, tugs my body toward him and the next thing I know I’m being dragged from under the chair. He yanks me up from the back of my head and stands. “She wants to cum, Hugo. Will we let her cum?”
Davide has been rough with me in the past, but he’s never been like this. Hugo stands, comes behind me and Davide hoists me up, shoving his cock inside me with one quick move. Hugo on the other hand lines his cock at my ass and does the same as Davide. I scream loudly, but it isn’t from pain. No. I feel good. It feels so good to have Davide insid
e me again, even if he is pissed. I’m pissed too, and it’s making this fuck even more enjoyable.
All of a sudden I feel Hugo go limp inside me and he pulls out. Davide pulls out next and Hugo walks over to where Raquel and Jasper are. “Sorry, but I feel the need to explore another pussy tonight.”
“Go below deck, right fucking now.” Davide seethes, angrier than I’ve ever heard him before.
I do as he says, go downstairs until I’m down on the last level of the yacht, which is below deck. Immediately, I’m pinned up against the wall and he’s inside me yet again. “Stop playing games with me, Blanka. When’s the last time you’ve gotten what you’ve wanted out of this?” Just as he asks the question, his fingers flutter to the front of my body and rub my clit with savage speed.
Heat overwhelms me, spreading from my core to every part of my body. I’m unable to control myself as he slams his cock into me over and over again. Davide is making sure I know he’s a man in every sense. He’s controlling, he’s dominant and most of all— he’s in charge.
He pounds me against the wall until my face feels sore and I squirt all over him. He continues to slam into me, and I can tell when his cock tenses how he’s about to release himself. As he cums, I tell him what I’ve been thinking since I saw him earlier this evening fucking Raquel. “I’m not going to keep playing these games with you.”
He laughs, pulls out of me and turns me around, wrapping his hand around my throat. “Why do you think you have a choice, Blanka? You’ll keep playing them as long as I do.”
Chapter 13
Davide
I left her there in my room and went to another one on the opposite end of the boat. Thankfully, there are two masters on board. Jasper and Hugo will have their own private bedrooms, so everyone is well accommodated.
Venomous (The Clans Book 11) Page 7