Elsa
When I am woken up by a knock at the door the following day, it is way past midday. Marcello didn’t order me to go have breakfast with him so it was delivered upstairs. After having breakfast, indulged in reading a novel until I slept off. I have just woken up right now and I feel as disorganized as shit! I don’t why I keep thinking it could be Marcello yet I know very well that he never knocks on the doors of his house.
“Signore Viscuso has told me to tell you to prepare yourself to go out with him in thirty minutes. He has said that you should dress up in something appropriate for the sea but try to be as decent as you can because there will be important guests. You can then meet him in the living room when you are done,” the new servant says.
The sea?
“Okay, thank you,” I try to mask up my shock with a smile.
“He has also emphasized that you should keep time,” he adds before leaving.
The freak!
Well, I might be having nothing to do with my life right now but I don’t like it when he expects me to do whatever he wants in his stipulated amount of time.
Where is he taking me? To throw me into the sea? Though that sounds less likely, he is very capable of doing that. I am sure I have been a pain in the ass of late, and besides, I still have a pending punishment.
Before I think too much about it, I run into the closet. Something appropriate for the sea but also decent? Is there something of the kind in here?
I don’t know who stocked this closet before I arrived here but one would think all this was bought during the planning of abducting me. Everything here is my size, except for the baggy shirts which I prefer to put on while in bed. I wander around for a bikini set but I can’t find any. I wonder if I will need to swim or sunbathe. Are we even going to a beach? What if we are just going to cross the sea to another city?
This is why I need a phone! Although I would definitely use it to get out of here, it would be a more effective way of communicating. Now all I know is that we are going to sea, and there will be some important guests.
Who are these guests and why am I supposed to be there?
Thirty minutes!
Do I still have thirty minutes?
I settle for a very short shorts only covering my ass and a tank top. I throw them on the bed and choose a pair of black sandals.
I dash to the bathroom to shower. I have ten minutes left when I come out of the bathroom. I apply sunscreen and throw on my outfit for the day. If this is not what he will settle for decent then will have to be more specific next time. Checking on myself for the last time in the mirror, I head out of my prison cell. I am so fucking excited despite all that has happened between me and Mar ello of late. I am desperate to get out and see new things.
I meet him in the living room, with his Mac on his lap, very focused on something on the screen. Work. I mentally roll my eyes. Work is his better half. They understand each other.
I wonder why he hasn’t fumed at me taking almost an hour to get ready. Maybe he is in a good mood today.
He looks so good in a black dress suit and no tie. It’s always those suits with no colour but he effortlessly manages to look so hot. I wonder how monotonous his closet is.
“You’re ready?” he says looking up from his Mac. He actually stares at me for some good seconds, like a predator ogling its prey.
I stand awkwardly at the entrance wondering if I am supposed to come in or just wait there.
“I couldn’t find anything appropriate as you asked so I guess it is fine by you,” I find the sudden need to explain myself. Since when do I care if he likes what I have put on? Well, before I even realized he could make my panties soak my a mere smile.
“That’s fine. Do you want more clothes?” he asks, closing his Mac. He gets up from his chair.
More clothes.
” I don’t think so. I don’t move almost completely. I won’t be here for long anyway, “I respond.
He chuckles his face lighting up.
Whoa! He really is in a great mood. Under normal circumstances that would make him furious.
“You don’t give up, bella,” he says, approaching me, then wrapping his hands around my waist so that he can pull me into his hard chest. His mouth covers mine in a warm kiss, making my legs turn to jelly. Oh God, I want more. And he gave it to me. Not the rough forceful kisses that he usually gives, but this is more sensual, like a lover… He pulls away When I almost start whimpering and clinging onto his neck…
“Let’s go now. Our ride is ready,” he says, holding my hand, then pulls me out of the house.
We took the helicopter. Marcello smiles indulgently at me, while Gabriele ignores me from his seat next to the pilot. The ride is so much fun that I forget all about my abduction.
It could be worse. You could be kidnapped or killed by Federico.
I slide a glance at Marcello, wondering if I will get him alone on the boat after the meeting ends. I might want to try deep-throating him.
Okay, I don’t know where that came from. I just can’t stop thinking about him and that time he ate me up till I came to oblivion. In fact, I think about it a lot. I keep wondering if he will ever do it again because it was such bliss. I have fantasized about giving him a blow job but it just ends as a half-baked thought because he hasn’t fucked me yet and he always seems to be holding himself back on purpose.
He flicks a switch and his voice enters my headphones, “Whatever you are planning, my answer is yes.”
He can read me so well.
I slide my hand up his thigh, toward his crotch. He doesn’t stop me, just arches his brow. I want to find his dick and squeeze it but I don’t feel the confidence. He looks down at me and places his hand over mine. He drags it all the way up. Fuck it is huge even under the layers of fabric covering it! My pussy clenches, and I can feel my panties soaking.
Fuck!
He looks pleased when his head drops back and he closes his eyes. “Cazzo, you are making me hard.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Not before my meeting. Afterward, you may do whatever you wish.” He takes my hand, kisses my fingertips, and places it in my lap.
He drags a fingertip along my jaw, and my chest squeezes. The fierce il Diavolo, the feared mafia boss, wants to make me happy. Is he softening toward me?