I knocked and again barged in without waiting for a reply. It annoyed Dante, but sometimes it was the best way to get a quick reaction from him and not give him time to compose himself. I hated it when he tried to put up a mask in front of me, even if he only did it to protect me.
Annoyance flashed across Dante’s face. He was bent over the desk which was covered in a wild array of papers. His jacket hung over his chair and his vest lay on the floor beside his feet. Usually he never let his clothes drop to the ground. That he didn’t care showed how occupied his mind was. “Val, I told you I need to work.”
A half empty whiskey tumbler sat precariously close to the edge of the desk where Dante seemed to have put it down without much care. His narrowed eyes took me in and something in them sent a little shiver down my back. Slowly, he dragged his gaze over my body. Barefoot and in my nightgown, he had a lot to take in. “It’s midnight. Come to bed.”
He straightened with a look somewhere between anger and a familiar hunger. The top two buttons of his shirt were open and he’d rolled his sleeves up, revealing muscular forearms. I walked closer and his eyes followed the shift of my hips then drifted higher to my breasts. My nipples hardened under his scrutiny. “When will you learn to do what I say?”
I stopped on the other side of the desk. “When you start taking better care of yourself. It’s late. You need to rest.”
“I don’t want to rest,” he said in a voice I felt right between my legs. Whatever had happened today, and I’d find out what it was—later—had shaken up Dante more than anything had in a while. He was tense and angry. He needed to let off steam and seeing him like that turned me on.
Dante surprised me by leaning across the desk, grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a harsh kiss. When he pulled back, both hunger and anger had intensified in his eyes. “Fuck it, Val. You are too damn stubborn.”
I could tell that Dante had every intention of punishing me today. It had become our own little role play, sometimes more serious than other times. It was a chance for both of us to relieve tension, and Dante needed that today.
Dante released me and took a sip from his scotch before he ordered. “Get changed. I expect you to be ready when I arrive.”
Biting my lip, I hurried upstairs and put on a flimsy Negligee that barely covered my butt, panties with a slit in the crotch for easy access and suspenders. We’d given up heels a while ago. They just made things too uncomfortable.
Just waiting for Dante in our bedroom, I got already wet. When he finally stepped inside with an expression of dark hunger and dominance, I had to stop myself from throwing myself at him. “Grab onto the bedpost. Your back to me.”
I obeyed at once and clamped my hands around the wooden post as Dante’s shoes clicked on the floorboards. Dante’s heat pressed into me and he bound my hands to the post with a satin band. He tugged at my arms, then gave a satisfied sound when I couldn’t free myself. With my arms over my head, I waited for Dante’s next move. He wrapped a shawl around my eyes, taking my sight. I shivered at the loss of this sense.
I loved our little role plays. They kept things interesting even after years of marriage and two kids.
Then Dante stepped back, depriving me of his warmth.
“Bend your back and spread your legs wider.”
I did as he demanded and waited. I was already so eager for his touch, for his cock, it was driving me insane.
The rustling of clothes and soft click of his Budapesters told me he was close, but I couldn’t feel him yet. A finger dipped between my folds and I bit back a moan. “I love it when you give me easy access to your pussy.” He dragged his finger over my opening, drawing out my wetness. My teeth dug into my lower lip to keep me from making a sound.
“You’re always dripping for me, Val, aren’t you?” he rasped, pulled back and I heard him lick his finger clean. I shuddered, jutting my ass out even more, a silent beg.
“You tried my patience today, Val. I won’t make this easy for you.” His palm slid up my inner thigh then his mouth followed, hot and wet. I whimpered. “Please.”
“No sound,” he growled, and I became even more aroused. My body hummed with need, my toes curling as my insides tightened in anticipation for Dante’s touch. He released a hot breath and trailed his tongue along the edge of my suspender. I bit my lip, desperate and eager, and close to losing it. If my hands weren’t tied, I would have plunged my own fingers into me but as it was, I had to submit to Dante’s torture. He bit my skin lightly, making me moan against the post. And then finally, he touched two fingers to my opening and pushed in slowly, gently. But I needed more. I jerked my hips.
“No.”
I stilled, whimpering as Dante slowed his fingers even more. His breath was hot against my inner thigh. I knew he was watching closely as he slid his fingers into my pussy and the knowledge alone tripled my lust. “Spread your legs wider.”
I did and Dante’s deep exhale was the best reward. His fingers were sheathed all the way in me and my muscles contracted around him, begging for friction, for him to slam into me, to touch my clit. Instead, Dante slowly rotated his fingers, which felt amazing, but wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “Patience,” he drawled as if he could read my mind, or more likely read my eager body. I wanted his tongue so badly, and then his cock. I could barely think straight anymore.
He extracted his fingers slowly and then he stood. “Open your mouth.” He slid his fingers past my lips, allowing me to taste myself. I used my chance and circled his fingers with my tongue, then sucked them like I would his cock if only he’d let me have it.
He unbound my hands and guided me toward the bed. I sank down then lay back, waiting for him. The mattress dipped under his weight and then my blindfold disappeared. I opened my eyes but it took my eyes a moment to get used to the brightness once more. Dante slid down my panties and pushed my knees up against my chest until I was completely exposed to him. My lips parted with desire, knowing what would come. He bent down and drew his tongue along my slit, once, twice.
“So fucking eager for my tongue.” He regarded me over my pussy as his hand kneaded my ass cheek.
“Yes,” I whispered, eager for him to continue, to feel his tongue inside of me. His blue eyes held mine as he slowly dragged his tongue back and forth over my folds, lightly playing around with them. I bit my lower lip to stifle any sound. Dante pulled back again, and his dominant eyes rested on my pussy. He squeezed my ass cheek and my center clenched, and a new wave of arousal trickled out. Dante’s breathing deepened, a dark smile curling his mouth because he saw.
“Remember, no sound and no coming until I allow it,” he rasped, and then he pressed his mouth to my pussy and sucked my folds between his lips, lightly then harder, and I whimpered, shook and got even wetter.
I knew it would be easier not to come if I didn’t watch but the sight of this powerful man between my thighs was the most erotic thing in the world and I couldn’t deprive myself of it.
Dante released my folds. “Delicious,” he murmured, and he spread my lips. Even I could see how swollen and red my clit was, desperate for release, for attention.
“No sound, no coming,” Dante demanded.
I gave a sharp nod and with his eyes on me, he licked along my slit with the flat of his tongue then flicked the tip over my clit. And again. His warm, wet tongue. Firm, then soft. Over and over he repeated the same torturous motion, his eyes holding mine, watching my despair at wanting to come, at needing to come.
My fingers dug into my knees, my teeth into my lower lip. “Dante,” I got out.
“No,” he growled, and circled my opening with his tongue the way I loved it, and I began to shake, my orgasm wanting to burst forth.
Dante pulled back and sat up.
“Please!” I gasped.
He shook his head. “No, you were about to come. I didn’t allow you to.”
I glared but at the same time, I shuddered with a new wave of desire at his dominance. I began to lower my legs but Dante shook his head. “Stay like that, opened up for me and dripping.”
He stood and slowly got out of his clothes. It took considerable restraint not to rip them all away and pull him on top of me. He climbed on the bed and knelt beside my head, smiling darkly. Remembering the early days of our marriage when I’d worried that Dante would be a cold fish in bed almost made me laugh. He pushed a pillow below my head so I was on eye level with his erection. “You’re going to suck my cock now, and if you do good, I’ll lick you again and let you come.”
I nodded.
“Part your lips,” he ordered. I did without hesitation and he slid his cock in until he hit the back of my throat. Steadying my head, he began to thrust into me, fucking my mouth slowly. His control was slipping and as usual, it gave me a sense of triumph.
Dante
I watched my cock slam into Val’s perfect mouth. She swirled her tongue and hollowed her cheeks, increasing my pleasure. I held her in place, as I fucked her mouth slowly, taking my time, wanting to draw this out. It wasn’t a punishment. Val loved sucking my cock and she did it just the way I wanted it. I’d taught her every move and she was a quick learner.
My eyes slid down to her pussy. The sight of her parted pink lips, her swollen clit, glistening and ready, made my cock jerk. Val licked my pre-cum eagerly. “Good,” I groaned as I slid slowly out of her. She knew her cue and began working only my tip, sucking it and licking it. This was the part she loved most and wetness pooled between her folds, waiting to be lapped up but that would have to wait.
Val held my gaze as she sucked my tip. She dipped her tongue in my slit then twirled it around.
“Enough,” I ordered. She closed her mouth around my cock again and I began thrusting once more, but faster and harder than before and then I exploded in her mouth. “Swallow every last drop.”
She did. Always, but again the command made her shudder with arousal.
Slowly, I pulled out. Val licked her lips. “And did I do good?” she asked in a challenging tone.
“Careful, or I might decide not to let you come at all,” I warned. She pressed her lips together, her eyes full of need and lust. The sight was enough to let my dick stay half erect.
I climbed down the bed and knelt before her waiting pussy. My eyes took her in, her need for me. “Do you want me to eat you until you come in my mouth?” I asked in a rough voice.
Val’s lips parted. “Yes, please.”
“Good,” I murmured. “But first we need to practice a bit more discipline. You won’t come for the next thirty seconds. You will count and when you reach thirty, I want you to give me your sweet release. Understood?”
That was something new. Something we hadn’t done yet. Her eyes flashed with desire. “Yes.”
I cupped her firm ass and bent over her. Her pussy clenched in anticipation and my own cock filled with more blood at the sight. “Start counting.”
“One,” she said. I hooked my thumbs in her petals and spread her for me. “Two.”
I took my first lick, over her opening, and “three” and “four” came out shaky and then I dove really in. This wouldn’t be easy for her. I suckled and nibbled at her sensitive folds, rubbed them with my thumbs, traced her throbbing opening. Val had trouble counting, every word a gasp, an exhale, a whimper as I lapped at her, enjoying her arousal more than anything else.
Val was so responsive, so playful and loved to try new things. At the count of twenty-nine, I closed my mouth over her folds and sucked hard. She cried out the thirty and opened wider for me, shaking and moaning as she was granted her release. I groaned against her as I slid my tongue into her. Her muscles clenched around me. I lapped at her, delirious from her taste. Val shuddered.
I pulled away then climbed up Val’s body, kissing her deeply, already growing hard again. Her fingers curled around my cock, stroking me, impatient to have me fuck her. It didn’t take long. I pushed Val’s hand away, lined myself up and plunged into her.
She gasped. I started pounding into her angrily. My hand clamped down on her wrists and pressed them into the cushions above her head. Her eyes flashed up to mine, her beautiful lips parted. I dug my fingers into her thigh and hooked it over my ass for deeper access.
I lost myself in Val, in my lust for her until everything else faded into the background, until all that mattered was Val’s slick pussy around my cock, our sweaty bodies pressing into each other, our mouths seeking contact.
With a violent shudder, my release overcame me. Val threw her head back with a hoarse cry, her muscles contracting around me as her orgasm followed mine. I kept pumping into her, my lips pressed to Val’s pulse point.
With a groan, I lowered myself on Val and stayed like that, smelling her familiar scent. My own muskier scent mingled with hers and gave me a sense of possessiveness.
Val stroked my back and kissed my temple. “Will you tell me what happened?”
I released a small breath and rolled off Val. She turned toward me and I pulled her against my body then stroked her sweaty hair away from her forehead. Val regarded me patiently, those stunning green eyes full of understanding. It astounded me how she could trust in me, believe in me. “It’s Orazio, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “And Fabiano.”
Val lifted her head. “Fabiano?”
My anger rekindled, even if I wanted to remain in my after-sex bliss. “Orazio is now Underboss in Boston, and Fabiano is part of the Camorra.”
Val stared. Her disbelief reflected my own initial reaction until it had been replaced by a thirst for vengeance and harsh anger.
Val shook her head. “Why would Luca make Orazio Underboss? It’ll only cause him problems.” Then her lips twisted, realization settling in her eyes.
“Yeah, he taunts me.”
“And now you are going to retaliate.”
“I have to. The question is how. Especially now that Fabiano is part of the Camorra. I can’t attack both the Camorra and the Famiglia.”
Val lowered her chin to my chest. “Then attack the Camorra.”
“I can’t spare Orazio.”
She nodded slowly. “I know. Not after this. But Luca will expect something, don’t you think?”
“For sure. He knows I’ll be furious once I find out about Orazio. He’ll triple his safety measures, at least in New York, and Orazio will have high security as well.”
Val’s gaze became distant. “I wonder if he has a second child by now…” She trailed off.
I touched her cheek. “Don’t think about it. It’ll make things worse.”
“I can’t help it. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about all we’ve lost, and I don’t just mean the dead. I never get to meet Aria’s children or Orazio’s, and Anna can’t see her godmother. It’s heartbreaking. And now Fabiano. God, what else can go wrong?” She paused but I could tell that she wasn’t done yet. “I bet Rocco wants to walk into Las Vegas with blazing guns to kill Fabiano.”
“Of course. He’s furious, but I can tell that there’s more.”
Val tilted her head the way she always did when she thought hard about something. “It’s strange that Fabiano joined the Camorra instead of the Famiglia.”
“Indeed. It suggests he didn’t have another choice. But why would he find himself in Camorra territory in the first place?”
Val gave me a look. She despised Rocco deeply. I wasn’t fond of him on a personal level either, but so far he’d been a valuable asset when it came to strategical decisions.
“You think Rocco is the reason why Fabiano went to Las Vegas. Why would Rocco do that? It makes him look bad. Considering that his daughters are already in the Famiglia, this will only worsen his reputation.”
“I know, but maybe he didn’t think Fabiano would survive.”
“You think he sent him away to die.”