“Please,” I whispered to him. “Can I come?”
There was a moment of complete silence.
“Open your eyes, and look at me.”
I opened my eyes and stared into that cold and calloused gaze. “Please.”
“No.”
Pressure rose even higher in my core. I dug my fingernails into my palm and whimpered. He stepped back from me and walked over to Laila, taking out her vibrator, undoing his belt, then pulling out his cock. Once he undid the chains around her ankles, he lifted her legs into the air and positioned himself against her entrance.
When he slipped himself inside her, I whimpered again. I didn’t even have a vibrator inside me anymore, but just watching him fuck her was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to last.
“Oh, god,” Laila moaned.
He pounded into her tight hole, his cock becoming wetter and wetter with every thrust.
“Cover my dick in your cum, doll,” he commanded Laila, tucking some hair behind her ear. “So I can push it into our little toy who’s convulsing over there and make her feel good.” He grasped her jaw and forced her to look at me. “Look at her struggling, on the brink of coming.”
He stuck three fingers into her mouth, the same fingers that were playing with me. She sucked on his fingers, her saliva dripping down her chin. “Please,” she begged him. “God, please, let me come. She tastes so good.”
After he stuck his fingers deeper into her mouth, he whispered something into her ear that I couldn’t hear. Then she threw her head back and came while staring at me, spit rolling off her parted lips.
Once her body slowly relaxed, Constantino pulled out of her and walked over to me. He took off the chains around my ankles and grasped my hips, pulling me toward him and positioning himself at my entrance.
“Beg for my cock covered in my wife’s cum.”
I stared down at Laila’s thick juices covering his throbbing cock, his head centimeters from my entrance. My core tightened even more, and I whimpered again, desperate to come on him too. “Please, give it to me, Constantino. Please, I need it.”
He grasped my hips and shoved himself into me hard one time. “Come.”
I parted my lips, wanting to scream out loud, but the pleasure was almost too much to bear. My legs trembled uncontrollable, as I came all over his cock in the first thrust. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me.
Contantino pulled out of me, unhooked his wife from her chains, and forced her to drop to her knees. “If Sage tastes so good, suck her off me,” he commanded. She wrapped her mouth around his dick and sucked me off him, cheeks drawn in tightly.
He wrapped his hand through her hair and shoved himself as deeply as he could get. He threw his head back and grunted deeply, hips convulsing. When he finally came, he pulled out of her and undid my restraints.
“Have you girls learned your lessons?” he asked.
My lips curled into a soft smile, and I glanced over at Laila who had the same smirk on her face. I guessed that we hadn’t, and the only thing left to do was have him teach us again.
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Monday night, I laid back on the memory-foam mattress next to Laila. She buried her face into the crook of my neck and sucked on my sensitive skin, then purred, her teeth gliding against the fragile column. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured.
All day, I had to listen to Laila’s best friend, Bethany, make snide comments toward her and act as if she was the best fucking friend in the world. Lately, she had been around way too much, and I hadn’t gotten any time alone with Laila.
So, when we got a few moments, we were both going to take advantage of it.
I moaned softly and arched my back, my hands gliding up the curves of her body, then grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing lightly. She peppered kisses to my mouth and kissed me, her tongue slipping between my lips.
Constantino walked into the room, his tie already loosened around his neck and a glass of sambuca in his hand. He took a sip and watched us with dark and curious eyes, full lips curled up into a half-smirk.
“You girls,” he growled, placing his drink down on a shelf and pulling off his tie.
Laila pulled away from me to glance over at her husband, then sank a hand between my legs to gently rub my clit. Constantino stalked over to us both and crawled up onto the bed after pulling off his shirt.
“You’ve skipped dinner with the family,” he said to Laila.
Laila arched her back as he kissed her neck, his stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin. She shivered and glanced over at me, intertwining her fingers with me on the bed. “I had my hands full,” she said.
But that wasn’t the reason, and we both knew it.
For as long as I’d been their help–at least, that’s what the family thought I was–I hadn’t been able to figure Laila out. She had a love-hate relationship with the family, and I couldn’t figure out the reason for it.
It wasn’t the violence.
It wasn’t the people… at least, I didn’t think it was. She had best friends in the family that she’d go out with every other day. Bethany was an absolute bitch, but they still hung out together. Could it be her, maybe the others?
But sometimes, Laila would purposefully miss dinners or get nervous when Constantino said something to her about them. She couldn’t fear them. She fucking lead the mafia with the most dangerous man in this city.