Married to the mafia boss Series

Mia

The other night was the first time Nick made me feel like a slut.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He came to my house like he was there for a booty call and left.

Booty call?

Is that really the right term for it?

I’m pretty certain those who answer booty calls aren’t being paid to do it and they aren’t reminded of the terms of their contract either.

All the while I’ve been sleeping with him, I never felt the way I did the other night when fucked me then picked up his clothes and left.

Tonight is the first I’ll see him since.

I got here early as per usual and Mimi told me he’s been away all day, but I’m to go up to the VIP lounge and wait for him as per usual.

I’ve been here for the last fifteen minutes, just wondering around in my little negligee. I’m not wearing a mask. There’s no real point since I’m alone up here and those who look up at me are on the floors below. It’s mainly a few guys who look up at me.

I started out sitting down waiting for him then I ventured closer to the balcony where you can see what’s happening below better, and people can see me.

I’m standing on a wide platform and in a different setting I imagine people walking around at a classy black tie dinner party drinking cocktails and having fun.

What’s happening all around me is so different to what I imagine, and I still can’t get used to it.

The club is packed again. Every night it’s the same. There’s no night they call slow here.

There’s nothing slow about this place and honestly it’s like there’s more people every night.

Lots of people with wild fantasies.

I see Rachel on the floor below me. She’s a waitress here and one they consider a favorite because she doesn’t mind having sex with the billionaires who book her, and her winning points are she’s into threesomes and foursomes.

So different to what my winning points are which don’t fit in a place like this. How stupid I must have seemed to Nick when I told him at my interview that I’m used to dealing with different clientele.

This below me is how you deal with different clientele at The Dark Odyssey.

I see her now kissing two men. She’s naked and so are they. None have on masks.

It’s Monday night and last week I must have counted her with ten different men. Two at a time over the space of three nights and here she is again.

I’ve met a few people now. She’s one of the nice ones who always make an effort to say hi to me and see if I’m okay. The other girls I’ve met don’t like that I’m Nick’s personal waitress.

It’s clear they want a position I have and I can’t blame them.

Rachel has been super nice. I wanted to ask her how she disconnects her emotions when I last spoke to her, but stopped myself because it’s probably a foolish question and the kind that will give my feelings away.

Each time I see Rachel she treats the guys the same and looks like she’s enjoying herself from the way she touches them.

I get lost in watching her now as the men both start sucking her breasts. One for each guy. They suck on her for a while then the guy on her left picks her up and sets her down on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position so he can plunge into her ass. She gasps and he starts moving inside her. The other guy moves in front of her and plunges into her pussy and begins to fuck her. I noticed big time that not many people use condoms here. It’s all skin to skin. Like what I’m watching now.

The sight of them makes my skin prickle with heat and arousal and I find I can’t look away.

Chloe is known in our friendship circle for having threesomes. Mostly when she tells me her stories I’m always shocked as per usual. Now I’m seeing it happening to someone I’ve come to know and it makes me wonder what it would be like.

What would it be like to have two men inside me the way Rachel has now?

And how is she okay with going from one pairing to another so effortlessly?

How does she separate her emotions, turn off her feelings?

Maybe she hasn’t met the one guy to truly bamboozle her the way I have.

Arousal grips me as I watch the guy pounding into her pussy. He started to speed up.

“You’re watching,” Nick’s voice comes out of nowhere and I jump, startled.

He’s standing paces away from me looking like he just stepped out of a dream in his white button down shirt he has rolled up his thick biceps. The black slacks he wears accentuates his powerful, athletic legs.

I never even heard him approach.

My lips part and I feel a pang of guilt for being caught watching Rachel and the guys the way I have.

“I was just looking.” I answer and swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat.

He smiles. It’s that sexy easy grin that holds an air of menace and charm. It gets wider the closer he gets to me. His gaze sweeps over my body and when he gets up to me he lifts the hem of my negligee and scans over it, and over me.

I look down at myself and question my earlier assumptions of myself. That I haven’t gotten used to the place. Looks like I have from what I’m wearing.

I have on a sheer see through yellow, baby doll type negligee. Anyone can outrightly see my breasts on show and the fabric covering my pussy isn’t thick enough to really cover me.

I can tell he’s satisfied with what I’m wearing. He likes my hair too.

Nick lifts a lock of my hair which is bone straight tonight. I was trying for something different. For me. not him. The clothes are his doing, everything else is for me.

“You’re watching… watching without your mask. Must mean you’re comfortable with that. Two men taking you. Is that what you want?” he asks and my cheeks flush.

“No…” It’s true. I might have thought it but I don’t think it’s my thing.

“Looked like that may be a yes.”

I’m not sure how to answer that so I decide to be clever and throw back the shit he dished me the other night. “My contract states I’m not to have any sexual relations with any other man besides you. So it’s a no.”

Darkness comes into his eyes at my answer. It washes over his face and sends a shiver down my spine. My heart stills when he inches closer and smooths his hand up my neck. My heart about stops beating when his fingers grip my jaw, and tighten.

Wincing I try to pull away, but he holds me in place showing his strength and dominance. All I can do is look at him.

“Fuck the fucking contract. If I wanted to talk about the contract you’d know about it.” He snarls.

I don’t like this side of him. It reminds me of Hector and his thugs. It reminds me that I don’t belong in this world and I shouldn’t want this guy.

“Now answer me, properly, Angel Doll. Do you want to be shared?” When a flicker of what I peg as jealousy flashes through his eyes it stuns me.

“No. I don’t,” I answer quickly and it seems to calm him.

“I will not share you even if you want to be shared. Remember… I do not share things that belong to me.” His voice is like a whisper, but the cold edge that seeps into it grips me.

Wild, carnal desire flashes in his eyes now, holding me place and the grip of his hand loosens around my throat.

I draw in a steady breath to stop myself from shaking.

Shaking from deep within from the splinter of emotion that races through me when I’m with him.

“Belong… I belong to you? What did you do last night?” Maybe I really have gone crazy to ask him that.

He bares his teeth and the fury comes back to his face. He knows why I’m asking.

He came to my house early Sunday morning to fuck me, then he fled. Did the same thing happen last night? Who did he go to?

I shouldn’t care and I’m just asking for his rage with a question like that.

“Strip, now,” he demands and I glower at him.

He wants me to take my clothes off out here?

With everyone?

“Do it…” He tugs on my negligee hard showing me he’s serious as fuck.

I bite the inside of my lip and swallow my pride. The stupid negligee is hardly covering me anyway. I’m practically naked.

I push the straps down and step out of it, pushing my thong down too.

When I’m done he backs into the wall and places his hands either side of me and moves right up to me so I can feel his erection stabbing into my abdomen and see the desire deep in his eyes.

He leans close to my ear and lingers there. “You asking me where my dick’s been Mia? You asking me if my dick’s been in any other pussy?”

I don’t answer. The mood he’s in I’m sure I won’t like the answer he gives if I tell him yes.

I can imagine him telling me who he’s been with just to spite me and the thought makes the backs of my eyes sting.

If he starts telling me about all the women he was with last night I know something inside me will break.

I’m so stupid. Why am I so fucking stupid?

“Answer the question baby?” He tenses his jaw.

“Yes,” I reply, biting the bullet. Him telling me yes with a rundown of who he was with will give me the wakeup call I need.

“Last night…” he begins and stops. “Last night I got as far as your house then turned right around when I realized I can’t fuck you properly with your dad and your little niece in your house. So I went home and imagined this.” He runs his hand from my neck down to the flat of my stomach creating a buzz of energy that makes my nerves tingle and my body come alive, yet, I’m stuck on his words.

He sneers and intensifies his glare on me. “I went home, not to get pussy elsewhere and I imagined this body and me inside your cunt fucking you, and I fucking jerked off.”

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to him. I’m not sure I’m supposed to answer but I feel like I should say something. I just don’t know what.

He thought of me… me.

I look at his lips. His full, kissable lips and answer the only way I can. I reach for him cupping his face and he moves to me too kissing me.

The kiss turns wild and hungry within seconds. Wilder when I think of how I’m naked for all to see pressed up against him.

My body is on fire. It sets ablaze when he leaves my mouth and trails a line of hot kisses along my neck and down to my shoulders. Then working his way back up my neck, he stops by my ear where he nibbles on the lobe and sucks on the flesh.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

I do as he says widening my stance.

He steps back and undoes his pants, pushing it down with his boxers enough so his cock can spring free. He then picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist and presses me against the wall.

I can’t believe we’re going to do this right here. People can see us.

Yet …somehow I actually don’t care.

The thought leaves my mind when he grips my hip and lines his cock up with my pussy brushing over the lips.

He slams right in like he usually does, pushing right up into me, and I cry out from the insane pleasure. I cry out and start riding him as he pounds into me with a wild smile on his face.

Each thrust coaxes my body to absorb everything he gives me. The raw wildness of him.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Mia. Your tight little pussy is perfect.”

God, I love his dirty mouth. I moan and pushed into him, taking him even deeper as he starts to fuck me harder.

The music is low enough for me to hear our groans and moans along with the distinct sound of our bodies in the wild lock. It resounds all around us.

I can see a few people watching us from below but again I don’t care.

My body is closer to the edge and I’m teetering on the brink when he catches my face and holds me while he fucks me so he can stare into my eyes, into my soul.

That’s what it feels like. It feels like he’s looking into my soul and I can’t run away and hide.

“You are mine,” Nick growls and that’s what pushes me over the edge of reason and I come long and hard, never breaking eye contact.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters and he comes too with one last deep thrust, spurting hot cum inside me.

He still keeps that eye contact and his hand at my cheek as he slows down and kisses me rough and hard.

He stops and looks at me, those eyes searching mine.

I come down from the high my mind has been on and I really wonder how I’m supposed to stop myself from feeling for him.

I can’t do it.

I know what I must do, what I can do, and what I can’t.

I can’t do that.

It’s a price I have to pay. A very foolish price.

He’s looking at me and I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m compelled to remember what he said to me on our first meeting.

It was him who pointed out the insane chemistry. It was him who said we wouldn’t ignore it. I feel it now again. I always feel it. I felt it right from hello.

Does he feel it too?

“I need more,” he states cutting into my thoughts. “More of you. More of you. I want you. Angel Doll. Can… I have you?”

It’s an odd question given our business relationship.

It feels though like he’s asking me for something else.

Something I can’t say no to, so I give the same answer I always give.

“Yes.”