The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

Considering that I wanted to do a lot more to her, I think a foot massage would be pretty tame. “Seriously?” She asked me.

“Seriously.” I replied.

With a nervous swallow, she watched my face as she lifted her right foot up to me. I delicately removed the oversized slippers she was putting on and winced at the painful looking state of her pinched toes.

She was wearing stockings that blended with her skin tone under a free flowy floral ankle length gown. I purchased that particular gown with an image of her in my head and she pulled it off just as I had imagined.

I patted her feet gently and said, “take these off.”

Her breath hitched. Pulling her gown up a couple inches to the top of her thighs, she pulled the tip of her stockings and I said a silent fuck me in my head.

I bought the fuckin stockings, but in my defence, it was just a small looking piece of clothing. How was I to know that it would expand up to the thigh? I thought it would do the same job as a small sock she could wear lazily during the day to protect the sole of her foot.

The picture I created in my head was completely different from what I was seeing. But that was not it. I wished I could look away as she pulled it down, but the tip hidden under her cloth was as sexy as sin, and I’m only a human, after all.

My cock grew hard in my pants, and what started as an innocent foot rub to help ease her pain and my conscience, soon turned into a sensual peep-show and what would be a rough case of blue balls for me later.

I helped her roll the intimate piece of clothing down her legs and drape them over the back of her chair while promising myself that I’ll get her more of that shit.

When I looked up, she was quiet, biting her lip and watching my face. As I began rubbing and massaging her poor battered feet, she let out a hum. It sounded so sinful that I had to shift my growing cock away from her ankle that was resting on my lap.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, wincing as I heard the words escape my lips.

“Yes,” she replied softly.

I watched as she melted into her chair, looking relaxed. When I dug my thumbs gently into her arches, her head hung back, and I knew I’d won. This was the pleasure I wanted to see, and with nothing in return for myself.

“I’ll rub your feet every night until the redness subsides. Understand?”

“Okay,” she replied with a sigh, shocking me again with no argument.

Moving to the second foot, I did the same, and everything was fine until her right foot inched too far and brushed against the hard length in my pants.

She tensed, her eyes found mine, and in that moment, I felt like the world’s biggest creep. I wasn’t doing this to get off or turned on. I was doing it because I wanted her to feel good, but even now that sounded predatory in my head. ‘Feel good? What the hell is that?’

The moment stretched on between us while I held her foot in my hand, waiting for her to erupt from her chair and call me out or leave or slap me because if anyone else touched her the way I’m touching her now, I would have their fucking head on a stick.

But she didn’t do any of those things. Instead, with her gaze locked on mine, she brushed her foot against my cock again.

Or was I imagining that? Nope, she did it again, this time with a little more force, and it felt so fucking good. I resumed massaging her foot while her other leg rested against my aching erection, and the whole act was definitely not so innocent anymore.

“Ugo…,” I whispered, but I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.

I should tell her to stop and put her foot down. But I couldn’t. This might be one of those opportunities I’ve been looking for, but wasn’t this too soon?

“Yes.” She answered. Her voice was breathy and inviting. The moment felt charged sexual and very, very fucking dangerous.

Before I could say another word, she hushed me. “Shh. Hollis..”

She called and I answered hurriedly, unsure of what her next words would be, but definitely eager to hear them.

“I’d like to visit your club.” She said in the most sensual voice I’ve ever heard.

“Yes.” I croaked.

“Will you take me?”

“When do you want to go?” I asked.

“How about tomorrow?”

“It’s perfect.” I replied without thinking.

My phone rang on the table next to me, breaking the wonderful moment and I almost cursed the living day light out of whoever was disturbing me on my fucking wedding eve.

I looked at the screen, it was Elsa, our eyes met and I knew she saw the caller’s ID and recognized the name because her countenance changed.

I quickly cut the call and typed a message stating that I was busy. I looked at her, hoping she could see the surge of apology in my eyes.

But she didn’t say a word about the caller and if she saw it, I had no idea anymore. “Tell me about it, your club. What do you do there?

I was still holding on to her legs. “There are several levels in the club. Parties, drugs, strippers…” I noticed her leg tense.

But nothing else gave away her emotion. So, I continued. “A sexual fulfillment section..” I said, struggling with the best words to use for description.

There was silence as we stared at each other. “Are you going to expand on that or make me use my imagination?” She asked when I didn’t give her any more information.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I think I want you to use your imagination. What is on your mind?” I licked my lower lip and watched her. I knew my voice sounded flirtatious, but she didn’t call me out on it, so that meant everything was okay.

“I’m thinking of a brothel with a more refined name and space.” I heard her and I shrugged.

“You’re not to far from the truth. But, everything done there is consensual. And it’s for members only. Requires a registration online, subscribing and getting an exclusive password. No one there is held against their will.”

I noticed the movement of her throat. “That’s… daring”

“And financially rewarding.” I added.