by Sam Crescent
Gino smiled, putting a hand on her knee. “You think I’m lying? Or am I waking you up to the bullshit you’ve been fed most of your life. I know people. I know men like your father, and they use whoever they can around them to pay off their debts.” He gave her knee a squeeze.
“No, you’re not going to do this. You’re not going to make me think the worst of my father. I love him so much.”
“Then keep on loving him. Just know, he expected me to give him an extension.”
“How do you know this?”
“I saw him this afternoon.”
“You did? How is he? Is he okay?”
“He was reading the paper.”
“You saw how he looked. He couldn’t deal with you. Your men hurt him a lot more than you intended.” She waited to see if Gino would argue. She saw the clenching of his jaw. “You can think all the bad stuff you want. You’re not going to turn me against my father.”
There was nothing else to say on the matter.
“Eat your food. You’re going to need your strength tonight.”
The deal.
The last thing she wanted to do was to have sex or suck him off. She’d been more than happy to prior to their conversation, but now, she didn’t want to.
She was about to tell him the deal was off, but she stared toward the window, her one look outside into the world. Her single window that made her yearn for so much more. It gave her a glimpse out of his home. Just to have the freedom to leave her room would be enough, to maybe look out of more windows. It was crazy what she was fantasizing about, but she had a feeling, Gino knew what he was doing.
Scooping up more pasta, she ate her food, determined to earn her chance of leaving the room. She wanted so much more than the freedom, but she’d start with breakfast and dinner on a nice hard surface and not resting on her knees.
Once she was done, she got to her feet, putting the dishes near the door so they weren’t in the way. With Gino sitting on the floor, and her a few steps away from him, she looked toward the door. She could be gone without him even lifting a finger. It would be so easy.
Freedom.
She could run.
He’d find her.
A deal was a deal. She wasn’t the kind of person to ever break a deal.
Turning back to him, she sat down, and he watched her.
“You never cease to amaze me.”
“Why?”
“Anyone else would run.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. I made you a promise and a deal. I’m not going to back down.” She lifted up her shirt. “Do you have any extra special requests for the night?”
“No. Just have some fun and let me see you do as well. You can’t fake it either. I will know if you fake it.”
She stood back up and dropped her jeans to the floor. Without giving herself the chance to think, she removed her lingerie and stood before him naked.
He’d finished his food, and she took the plate from him, putting it back on the tray he’d brought up.
Gino stood, and he was so much bigger than she was.
She stepped up to him and began to open the buttons of his shirt.
“I don’t need to be naked.”
“But it can be a lot of fun. What do you have to lose?” She smiled at him. Sliding her hands up his chest, she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, marveling at his muscular form. He was so big in every single direction.
He made it impossible for her to think. She was already turned on, and he’d not even touched her yet.
Pushing all of her doubts to the back of her mind, she gripped the edge of his belt, working it open. Sinking to her knees before him, she stared up at him as she helped him out of his pants. The boxer briefs did little to hide his huge erection.
Slowly, she eased him out of the boxers, and he kicked them to one side.
He didn’t move to touch her, and she held his hips. Dropping her gaze from his, she took in his rock-hard dick. The tip was already so slick with pre-cum.
Wrapping her fingers around the length of him, she slid her tongue across the peak, the taste of his cum working on her tongue. She let out a little moan before repeating the action.
She put her mouth onto the head of his cock and worked her mouth down until he hit her throat, before pulling back up. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing. Hours of watching a couple of porn actresses didn’t exactly fill her with experience when it came to the real thing.
Suddenly, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and tugged back. “Enough. I don’t want you sucking me off yet. I want to see you play with yourself.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth. He was covered in her saliva, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
He took a step back, giving her space, and she got to her feet, going to the pile of dildos and sex toys she’d placed in the corner of the room. There was an abundance here, and she’d not used a single one.
From the selection, she decided to go with the dildo that didn’t hum or vibrate but one she could use on herself.
“Nice choice.”
She tried to ignore the fear rushing through her as she climbed into the bed.
Gino moved toward her. He didn’t give her much space now. “Let’s see how you play now,” he said. “Put it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet.”
His instructions turned her on. Staring into his eyes, she pressed the dildo to her lips and sucked it in. Maybe she could play this game with him and possibly win.
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Gino watched her plump lips suck on the fake cock. That was all it was. She slid it in her mouth, and he ran his hand up her body, unable to help himself. Cupping one of her big tits, he gave the mound a squeeze before pinching the nipple.
She let out a moan, drawing the dildo from her lips.
He waited as she slowly moved the tip down her body and he watched it descend. Her hand shook, and there was no way for her to hide that, but he didn’t ask her why she was so nervous.
Avery may not have been a virgin, but everything else indicated she was. Her inexperience was so blaringly obvious, but he found it rather endearing. This was all for him, and no man had taught her anything. He liked to know he was going to play with his own personal toy.
Moving down the bed, he went to her feet, climbing on top of the mattress. He gripped her knees and spread her legs open, wide so she didn’t have any room to hide from him.
When they were in this room or his, he wanted her open for him.
She slid the cock across her pussy, working her clit as she moved it.
He watched, feeling his dick tighten.
She slid the dildo down, and he heard her gasp as she pushed the cock inside her. He was mesmerized. It was as if she had forgotten he was there as she worked the cock slowly in and out of her. This was clearly all new to her, and watching her explore her body was a joy.
He climbed off the bed, going to the sex toys. Finding the two nipple clamps, he walked back toward her.
Leaning over her, he took one beaded tip into his mouth, sucking on the bud. She moaned, arching up, but he held her down to the bed with his hand spread across her tit. When it was nicely peaked, he slid the clamp onto it.
He walked around the bed, watching her. She’d started to fuck herself harder. She was no longer experimenting but losing herself in the moment. He did the same to her other nipple, sliding the clamp on her.
Again, he moved to her other side, and as she was close to coming, he removed the clamp and once again, sucked on her nipple.
She cried his name, her body shaking.
Just as he removed the second clamp, she came and did so hard on the dildo. She’d pushed the fake cock inside her and used her fingers to bring herself to the peak of pleasure.
He smiled, kissing her breast before giving it a little bite.
“Good girl.”
She turned her head toward him.
He climbed on the bed. “Keep the cock inside you.” He straddled her chest, putting his cock toward her
mouth. “You want me to tell you what to do?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s start by opening your mouth wide.”
She slid her lips open, and he placed the tip of his cock to them. She sucked him into her mouth, and he groaned at the pleasure. “Good girl.” He pulled out and slid back in. “Don’t use your teeth. Suck like your life depends on it, and when I come, I want you to hold it in your mouth so I can see what a good girl you are. No matter how tempted you are, don’t swallow it until I tell you.”
Avery moaned as he worked his dick in her mouth. He watched her suck on him. Her hands went to his ass before letting him go, and he smiled.
“You can touch me.”
She did so, and he groaned, rocking between her lips, taking his sweet time as he worked her mouth.
He wasn’t in a rush to come. She changed the suction of her lips, working him a bit at a time, and he watched her, waiting to see what she’d do next.
From this angle, he held all the control. With the way he stood, she couldn’t touch his length with her hands and she was at the mercy of the depth of his thrusts. She could of course attempt to bite his dick off, but that would only be if she had a death wish. He had a feeling she didn’t.
She cared about her father too much to risk hurting him. Thrusting back and forth, Gino teased her throat, watching her eyes go wide when she had a little panic.
“You can take me.” He held onto the headboard of the bed, as he fucked her. Slowly, he placed his dick to her throat, giving her a chance to get accustomed to him. Her gaze was wild, but he coached her. “Breathe through your nose. Trust me.”
He’d not given her a single reason to trust him, but she did. He saw it in her eyes as he sank into her throat and pulled back up. The moment she gagged, he gave her time to breathe, to get used to him once again, before trying it.
He was so close to coming. Her lack of experience was a tease to his senses.
Gino gave her a single warning before he filled her mouth with his cum. He did so with a growl, and she didn’t make a move to swallow.
When he’d emptied himself into her mouth, he eased out.
“Now show me.”
She opened her lips, and he groaned. Her mouth was full of his white, creamy cum.
“Swallow it.”
She had to in a couple of gulps.
“Now show me.”
She did so. Her mouth and throat were clear.
“Good girl. You have earned yourself a breakfast and a walk tomorrow.” He saw her cheeks were red and flushed. “In fact, would you like to take a walk now?”
“Right now?”
“Yes. You can’t get dressed.”
“But—”
“My men are trained not to see these things. You’ll be perfectly safe.”
“You’re going naked as well?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He held his hand out to her, and she took it. He felt the slight quiver she tried to hide. Giving her hand a squeeze in an attempt to offer her comfort, he led her out of the bedroom and down the hall.
“There’s no guard?”
“Not while I’m with you. The moment I leave, someone is always here to lock the door and guard you.”
“Do you really think I’m that much of a risk?”
“No, but it’s also for your own safety. I have a lot of enemies.”
She nodded. They passed a couple of guards, and he saw her trying to show as little of her body as she could. She’d turn toward him, or put her hand up.
His men were used to him walking around naked. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, and besides, he didn’t always like to wear pajamas.
Opening the double doors of the dining room, he swept his hand in front of him. “This is where we’ll be eating breakfast and dinner.” He didn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t try to pull away.
“It’s so big. You eat here all the time?”
“Apart from this evening. Yes.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?” she asked.
“What does loneliness have to do with anything?”
“I don’t know. As a kid I remember my parents always made sure they ate around the dinner table.”
Gino paused. His parents, before his mother’s death, had always done the same. In fact, they had tried to behave like a normal family and not speak of his father’s place within the mafia, or being a Capo.
Dinner time was an extension of family time, and his mother always cooked something special. She once told him that good food wasn’t just for special occasions. Everyone had a right to enjoy it themselves.
“My family did as well.”
“They did?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you miss it?”
“My mom died, and it stopped. It was a tradition that wasn’t carried on.” His father rarely if ever ate at the table his mother had once sat at. He often wondered if it was because his father was ashamed. Each time he sat at the table, her memory was so strong. It was a constant, never-ending reminder that she was gone.
Gino had forced himself to eat at that table every single night. No matter the quality of the food, he knew his mother wouldn’t have wanted them to not eat together. He’d never begged his father, but each time he ate a meal, he always had a little prayer for the woman he couldn’t save.
“Enough for tonight.” He was done playing happy with this woman. She was his prisoner, and he needed to keep reminding himself of that.
Chapter Six
The following morning, Avery paid close attention to the way she dressed. She put on one of the nicest dresses he’d bought for her. Nothing too fancy, but one that said she was making an effort.
Next, she made sure her hair was brushed, and her face completely clear of sleep. She’d not been given any makeup, but she wouldn’t have the first clue how to actually apply it. Her mother had always told her that she didn’t need makeup.
After her mother died, she just didn’t see a reason to try to learn a skill for stuff she couldn’t afford and didn’t want.
Once she was ready, she sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together, waiting.
What if he’d lied? What if he didn’t want her to go to breakfast?
She saw the complete shift and shutdown after their sharing last night. Gino had seemed almost normal, and not the scary Capo he showed the world. She had even felt sorry for him, and she didn’t know if that made her stupid or not. He was a man who had probably killed people.
Wasn’t that what mafia men did? Or did they get someone else to do the deed for them? She didn’t know.
When it came to Gino, she knew nothing about him but the whispers of his name in passing. She’d never been the kind of person to listen to gossip, but when a warning was always given, she paid attention no matter how hard it was.
Time passed. She didn’t know how much, and part of her expected him to go back on his deal. Just as she stood about to change into her usual attire, the door opened.
She looked up, and there was Gino.
He looked calm, composed, poised. Not a single hair was out of place.
“I apologize for my lateness. Breakfast is ready.”
She forced a smile to her lips. “I figured you didn’t want me to join you.”
“You think I’d back out on my word?”
“I honestly don’t know what to expect from you.”
“That’s fair. I’ve not exactly been kind to you, have I?”
“I have a feeling that is sarcasm. You haven’t hurt me. You’ve locked me in a tower in a way, but you’ve also given me orgasms, clothes, and fed me. I don’t think you’ve hurt me.”
“I can promise you, Avery Finch, I never go back on my word. When I promise to do something, I do it.”
“Okay. I can trust you. Got it. Noted.”
He chuckled. “Are you ready to go downstairs?”
“Yes.” It took every single ounce of control not to jump up and down for joy. It was finally h
appening. She was leaving, and she couldn’t wait to have breakfast sitting on a nice, comfortable seat and not on the floor.
“I’m warning you, my men are trained to hurt and injure. If you think to escape this place, you will be hurt. I won’t kill you. You’ll be in a lot of pain, and you’ll regret it.”
“I’m not going to run away. I promise. I just want to eat breakfast and dinner without sitting on the floor.”
He offered up his arm, and she took it without a second’s hesitation. As they walked out of her room and headed toward their breakfast, she tried not to think of her trust in this man. Should she really trust a man that had her father’s legs broken?
He should have paid the debt.
He’s your father.
And he shouldn’t have gone asking Gino for money.
She’d never been so torn about anything in her life. Pushing all of those doubts to one side, she focused on her stomach.
Gino opened the door to the dining room, and they moved up to the far side of the room where two settings were laid.
He let go of her arm and held out the chair.
She slowly lowered herself into the seat as he pushed her under. She breathed out a sigh of relief. Finally, she was sitting at a table to eat breakfast.
There was a huge pile of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and maple syrup. So much food and her stomach growled.
Gino served her up, and she smiled, happy.
Once he was done, she waited for him to finish serving himself, and she picked up her knife and fork. Recalling how he’d closed down the night before, she didn’t talk about her parents or eating breakfast.
Neither of them spoke as they ate. Every now and then, she glanced toward him and found him watching her.
Her cheeks burned red, but she didn’t stop eating.
“You’re enjoying that?”
“It’s really good.”
“I’m glad.”
“You like pancakes with bacon and eggs?”
“I love it all.”
“Right.”
She didn’t eat the bacon though.
“You don’t like bacon?” he asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“I’ll remember that.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. She pressed her lips together and then decided to throw caution to the wind. “What about you?”