by Fawn Bailey
It's now or never.
I slid the coat off my naked shoulders, down my back and off my ass, closing my eyes tightly, trying to pretend it wasn't happening. I could hear Ryker fucking laughing.
"Signorina?"
I opened my eyes to see the waiter motioning for me to let go.
Without saying a single word, the waiter put my coat on a hanger and placed our menus on the table.
I sat down, my entire body shaking. I was practically naked, clad in only heels, stockings and a thong. Everyone could see.
I could feel men staring, but nobody spoke up. It was as if this was completely normal. Their gazes were appreciative, sometimes lewd, but not like I was being scandalous.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Ryker over the table.
He seemed amusing, smoking his cigar and staring at me with a smirk.
"Know what you're having?" he asked easily.
Your fucking head on a platter.
"Why don't you order for me?" I said instead. "Something I'll like."
"Can you say please?" he asked, and I blushed deeper.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
His eyes were daring me to go further. Not forcing me, but silently insisting I do as I was told. I felt every single man in that club looking at us, eating me up.
"Please, Daddy," I said, and the silence that followed was deafening.
"Good girl," Ryker replied before leafing through the menu.
I was frozen to the spot, too scared to move, just sat there trying to ignore the people around me. I wrapped my arms around my body in an effort to hide my tits.
"Hands down," Ryker reminded me without taking his eyes off the menu. "I want to see those tits."
My palms flattened on the table, I was hyperventilating, scared as fuck. There must've been over thirty men in that brunch room. All of them were talking, but I had a feeling it was about me.
Ryker didn't seem to care. He ordered for us, and I sat there shaking while the waiter wrote it down. He brought over a mimosa, claiming a gentleman had sent it for me.
"She won't be having that," Ryker told him. "You can take it back to the man."
"Yes, Signore." The waiter nodded right away, disappearing with the offending drink.
"Why?" I argued. "I don't deserve it?"
"You do. You more than deserve it, but from me, not some jackass who can't take his eyes off your tits."
He motioned behind his back, and I followed his eyes to the bar.
A man was sitting there, his eyes glued to me. He was dark and handsome, reminding me of Ryker and Kain when they were younger.
The moment I looked at him, the man smiled and stood up, approaching us confidently. I glanced at Ryker, my cheeks turning redder and redder when the man stopped at our table.
"Buona giornatta," the man said in smooth Italian. "I believe we've met, Signore Marino? I'm Giorgio Coletti."
"I know who you are," Ryker said dismissively. "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to say your companion is beautiful."
He didn't look at me once, everything he said directed at Ryker. It made me mad, and I crossed my arms again.
"Arms down," Ryker growled at me.
"I was wondering if she'd be accompanying you to the next club party?" Luca asked.
"She will be."
"Is she—"
"No, she is not," he hissed back, glaring at the man before us with such thunderous eyes, I was a bit scared. "And you can leave now."
Giorgio glanced at me, smirking before smiling at Ryker and leaving us alone.
"What the…?" I started. "What are you doing? What is this place?"
"Just a gentleman's club." Ryker shrugged, his eyes playfully finding mine. "Why, you like it?"
I was stewing in anger and need, but I found myself nodding, a smile sneaking onto my face.
"Good, I'm glad. I like to come here quite often. Sometimes I'll bring you with me too."
"Do… do the others bring women too?"
"Sometimes. Not always."
"Do you…?" I swallowed thickly.
How the hell was I going to ask this? He was going to get mad, or I'd be upset by the response. I didn't want to know which was worse.
"Fuck them?" he asked, shaking his head. "No, I don't. I look. I don't touch. I only touch you."
"Okay." I exhaled with relief when another idea hit me. "What about me?"
"What about you?" Ryker asked, taking a sip of his Bellini.
"Do others get to touch me?"
"You want them to?" he asked curiously, and I blushed again. "You want that Luca to touch you, you little slut?"
I glanced around the room, hoping nobody had heard him.
"I don't know. I want you to decide."
"I will," he said, and I leaned back, glaring at him.
I knew he wasn't going to tell me.
During our bickering, I'd completely forgotten that I was almost completely naked. Now, reminded of the fact, I squirmed on the seat. Ryker just grinned.
"I'm glad you enjoy torturing me so much." I rolled my eyes.
"It's a lot of fun, tesoro."
Our food arrived, eggs royale for him and crepes for me. I dug in, sipping my own Bellini as I ate. It was incredible. The crepes were filled with something that tasted like chocolate and toasted hazelnuts on a whole different level. It was artfully decorated with cherry compote, but the portions were big. Fucking good, because I could've devoured a table full of them.
Ryker watched me eating with a spark in his eyes.
"What?" I asked, self-consciously wiping at my lips.
"Oh, nothing. I just think you're going to have a whole lot of fun today, tesoro."
"Good, I can't wait."
"You like the club? Tell me honestly, my beautiful girl. If you're uncomfortable, I'll understand. We can leave now."
I looked at him, toying with a spoon I'd dipped in the chocolate spread.
"Hmmm," I said, pressing a finger to my lips. "I don't know."
I let the chocolate drip down my neck and onto my tits. The whole room went quiet as I smiled and pushed my tits up, licking the chocolate off them.
"I do," I said to Ryker. "I like it here very much."
25
The Emperor
One year later
I looked at Ginger across the table. Being pregnant was working well for her. Her tits were swollen under her dress, the curve of them tantalizing from where I was sitting.
We were at the gentleman's club, my woman in clothes this time around. It had become our regular spot when she needed some attention, and she sure as fuck was popular around there.
I still hadn't taken her to one of the club's parties. Now that she was carrying my kid, I wasn't in any rush to change that. But even before I'd knocked her up, I was possessive, jealous. The thought of the other men in the club staring hungrily at my property was fun, but at a party, I knew she'd be more vulnerable. They'd want to touch her, maybe even fuck her, and I knew I could never let that happen.
But tonight wasn't about Ginger, though she still attracted every single man in that room with her statuesque beauty. Someone else was bringing their woman to the club, and Ginger had been giddy about it all day.
Now she looked at me over her filet mignon, her eyes bright.
"Why are they looking at me, Daddy?" she asked coquettishly. "I thought this wasn't my day."
"You're just too fucking irresistible," I told her with a grin. "It's the glow."
"What glow?" She giggled, looking nervous.
"You are pregnant, aren't you?" She paled. "It's obvious, my treasure. I could tell on the first day. Probably before you knew. When were you going to tell me?"
"I… I can't believe you already know."
She looked so sulky and upset that I couldn't help laughing.
"Relax," I told her. "I can act like it's a surprise. Either way, you've made me the happiest man alive."
"Reall
y?" she asked, turning her pretty eyes to mine. "You're really happy about it?"
I reached for her hand over the table, and she turned her gaze to mine. Still so shy, still just a sliver of that innocence remaining. God, she was sexy. I wanted to ravage her on the fucking table.
"Of course I'm fucking happy about it," I laughed. "I may be an old man, but I fucking want our babies, Ginger. They're going to be so beautiful. I hope they look like you."
Tears filled her eyes as I took her hand and kissed it. I couldn't believe she'd been so nervous. I was excited, and she should be too. We were embarking on this new journey together, and it was going to be incredible.
We ate our dinner while she chatted excitedly about all things babies. I couldn't help but grin at her obvious enthusiasm.
"I never knew you wanted a family so badly," I told her. "I didn't think you were the mommy type, tesoro."
"Neither did I," she admitted. "But I think it'll be so beautiful to have a baby of our very own. I can't wait. You're going to make a good dad."
"And you'll be the world's most beautiful mother."
Her eyes sparkled with something more than just excitement. I could tell she needed me the way I needed her, but once again I had to remind myself that the day wasn't ours. We needed to stay in the background; it wouldn't be fair to steal somebody's thunder.
"You'd better behave," I told her in a low growl, my cock swelling in my pants, "or I'll have to take you to the powder room."
"I would love to see the powder room," she replied sweetly.
"Don't you want to see your friend first?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Is Allegra coming?" she asked, and I hated letting her down.
That look of hope in her eyes was almost too much for me, but she needed to accept that her sister had her own journey to embark upon. I just hoped Ginger could let her do that.
"No," I said. "A local friend."
I winked, and her eyes sparkled.
"Is Valentina coming?" I could tell just how excited she was.
"Maybe," I replied with a mysterious smile. "Maybe we'll go to our first club party this weekend. I think you should meet the other members, don't you, tesoro?"
"I would love to," she said, biting her bottom lip. "Is that okay, Daddy?"
"Of course."
Just then, the doors opened and a tall, broad-shouldered man in an expensive suit walked in, holding the hand of a beautiful petite woman.
I'd met Valentina before, and she'd always been a charmer. Now, dressed up in nothing but expensive jewelry, she was dripping in luxury. But my eyes were only meant for Ginger, and while everybody else—my wife included—gasped at Valentina's entrance, I couldn't take my gaze off my girl.
As soon as the man and Valentina had taken their seats, I reached for Ginger's hand across the table, and she looked up at me with questioning eyes.
"I need you," I told her simply.
"Now?" she mouthed, and I just grinned in response.
It wasn't unheard of. There were special powder rooms in the building; I just hadn't fucked in them before. But that day seemed as good a day as any, and I helped Ginger off her seat and led her into a private suite.
She slipped her faux fur off her shoulders and stared into my eyes with a desperate need.
"You can't be too rough," she reminded me.
"I don't want to be rough. I want to fucking worship you."
I knelt at her feet, looking up at her with feverish eyes desperate to see her naked. Slowly, as if reading my mind, she slipped her glittery midnight-blue dress off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet, and I swallowed hungrily as I stared at her practically bare before me, wearing nothing but a thong and sky-high heels.
"My fucking empress." She blushed at my words. "You look like a goddamn royal tonight, tesoro."
I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed in the room. My hands were all over her, exploring her skin, touching her belly that was still flat, not a bump in sight.
"How far along are you?"
"Just over three months," she admitted breathily.
"I can't wait for it to show. I can't wait until the world knows you're carrying my baby."
"Babies," she whispered, and I stopped touching her, my eyes going back to hers.
"What?" I asked, at a loss for words for once in my life. "What did you say, tesoro?"
"Babies," she repeated, a sly smile on her lips. "They're twins. I wanted to surprise you."
"Boy and a girl?" I asked with a shit-eating grin.
"I don't know yet," she giggled.
"I hope it's two boys," I replied, making her giggle again.
And then I was back to touching her. She'd made me a man again after seven years of floundering and wishing I could have her back. She made everything better, made everything beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms for now, forever.
She belonged with me, and now that we were both ready for it, I was never letting go. Especially with two perfect, healthy babies growing in her belly. Fuck, she was perfection, and she'd given me the life I'd always dreamed of.
Everything we'd left in the past seemed so far away. Nothing mattered but the fact that we were together. And soon our family would grow again.
"I love you, Ginger Marino."
Her eyes sparkled just like the ring on her finger.
I touched the stone with shaky fingers. We didn't say it often enough. I wanted to tell her how I felt every fucking second of the day.
"I love you too, my emperor," she said in a dazed whisper.
I took the ring off her finger and turned it around in my hand.
"Still think it's cursed?" she asked with the hint of a smile.
"No. I don't believe in curses, tesoro. But I'm going to rename this stone."
"No more Cursed Beauty?" she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers.
"No," I said firmly. "It's going to be named after you."
She smiled shyly, the glint in her eyes telling me she was touched by the gesture.
"You still have that rose?" I asked her. "The one I gave you, when I sent you flowers."
"You know I do."
"You've always been my flower girl. I'm calling the stone Ragazza di Fiore. The Flower Girl."
"I love it," she said with a bright smile, and I slipped the ring back on her finger, showering her skin with kisses. "Oh, Ryker, I love you so much. You've made me feel complete. For the first time in my life, I know what it means to be happy. You saved me from myself. Saved me from it all."
"You're welcome," I growled against her skin.
"I didn't say thank you," she reminded me.
"Well you should have. Maybe you will after this."
My fingertips trailed over her navel, and she gasped when I touched her nipples. In seconds, they pebbled under my fingertips, the rosy tips hard and needy for my mouth. I sucked on her tits, hungry and desperate to have every bit of her I could see.
Meanwhile, my hand wandered between her legs, and I plunged two fingers into her sopping-wet pussy.
"Such a wet little girl," I growled at her. "You're always so wet for Daddy."
"Always," she breathed, arching her back off the bed to take me deeper. "God, please, Ryker. Fuck me."
"Not yet. You're going to come like this first, and you're going to look at me."
It had become an obsession of mine to look into her eyes when she was coming. I was an addict, and her orgasms were my drug of choice.
As I started fingerfucking her, she locked eyes with me, and nothing in the world would have been able to pull me away from her at that moment. I watched her come apart because of me, covering my fingers in her stickiness and making me crave her more than ever.
"Tell me you're mine," I ordered as her orgasm built.
"Ryker, please," she begged breathlessly.
"Daddy," I reminded her on a growl.
"Daddy. Make me come. I can't wait."
"Tell me you're mine. I wan
t to know this gorgeous, sexy little body is all fucking mine."
"It is," she whispered. "All of me belongs to you. Only you. Nobody else."
"Nobody else," I repeated, plunging another finger into her and grinning when her eyelids fluttered. "Look at me, tesoro. Your orgasm belongs to me. You belong to Daddy."
"Yessss," she hissed, her body crashing on the waves of the orgasm she was riding.
I climbed on top of her and pulled my cock out, plunging it into her still-coming pussy. I didn't need more than a few thrusts to fill her, to fuck my seed into her like she deserved.
"Maybe I can fuck another baby into you," I growled in her ear, and she gasped, taken over by another orgasm as my seed dripped into her luscious body.
After I was done, I pulled her thong back in place and helped her leave the room on shaky legs.
When we made our way back into the restaurant, I knew everyone was aware of what we'd done. Ginger was blushing fiercely, but she kept her head high, a mysterious smile playing on her lips as I led her back to her seat and pulled the chair out for her, fussing over her.
"You don't need to do everything instead of me, you know," she giggled once we were both sitting again.
The waiter appeared with our dessert, and we looked at each other over the torta della nonna.
"I can do whatever I want," I told her with a grin, feeling the eyes of everybody in the room on us. "Isn't that right, my pretty little treasure?"
She licked her fork as she looked at me. My little vixen. My fucking Empress.
"Whatever you want," she repeated. "I'm all yours, Ryker. For better or for worse."
"Good," I growled. "And just so you know, my little treasure, I'm never fucking letting go."
The End
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