Proserpina
Later
I discovered that Danielle had been asked to fill the shelves with clothes of my size and my choice. I smiled as I stood, staring at the assorted shades of pink and yellows, blues and plum, greens and greys, that stared out at me from the close
Lucien came up behind me, his chest hairs damp from the bath we had just completed and I turned to him, my arms around his waist as I smiled up at him.
‘You are my life, Boss.’ I whispered and he crushed my already bruised lips again before thrusting me away.
‘Get some clothes on, you wanton witch,’ he snarled but he was smiling. “Your boy will be here to suckle at your teats now.’
I quickly spun about and chose a set of clothes that suited me. Rolling my eyes when I saw the label and the price tag, I changed as swiftly as I could, into a nursing dress that was chic and comfortable, all the way from the House of Brunelle, read the tag. It was mustard , with a joyful floral print and I had just zipped up the front when the knock at the door signified that someone was here.
“Boss,’ came Danielle’s throaty voice as he flung open the door and I rushed out, happy to see my friend again.
My Mafia Don’s valet Gustav, had also arrived and he hovered about, his elderly face politely creasing into a smile when he saw me.
As none of the bras seemed to fit- [ Danielle had no idea that a woman’s breasts filled out when she was nursing] I had opted to leave it out, which was why I had decided upon the dress that would disguise my lack of undergarments the best. My husband fixed his eyes on my chest.
He had caught on immediately.
*
Danielle came to me and swept me into her arms. As always in her suit, a deep maroon one this time, her ice blonde hair in a close cut framing her scalp, she had on brilliant crimson lipstick and makeup to look efficient, cold, and haughty.
‘Kid,’ she said in her smoker’s voice for she would probably be buried with a cigar sticking out of her mouth, said her wife, Grace, in despair.
Now she kissed my cheeks and held me at arm’s length, studying me.
‘Clothes a fit, right?’ she said, the cigar in her mouth locked between her teeth as she spoke.
I nodded and she turned to Lucien who stood, watching.
‘Boss, the interiors for the Pink Room are coming in from Japan next week…’ I turned away, unable to hold the hot look in my lover’s gaze. He had the energy of a youth when it came to lovemaking, I thought with a small shudder. He could be hard and ready for sex immediately after he had spent himself in me, while I lay gasping , my soreness between my legs at having been so thoroughly used, his seed still within me.
*
“See you around, kid,’ said Danielle as she gave a quick squeeze before leaving.
I stood, watching the activity on the grounds far below; the late afternoon sun washing over the gardens. It was winter but the place had been cleared of whatever snowfall had happened. The gardeners in their jackets and caps were moving about busily.
I felt Lucien’s hands on my waist and I leaned back as his hand moved to my breast,
‘Why?’ he snarled and bit my earlobe.
I dimpled and said softly, rubbing his hard chest, ‘None of them fit right now, My love.’
He grunted.
“This,’ he flicked a finger at my hard nipple and I jerked back, ‘The sight of these, begging me to punish them, is turning me on, Woman.’
Turning, I sighed and rested my forehead on his chest as I giggled tiredly.
“I take it back, ‘ I sighed, ‘You are NOT old.’ He gripped my hair, which I had chosen to leave loose, and bit my bottom lip.
“Good.’ He growled and then, there was the sound of the knocking at the door and my children, Ria with Rudi in her arms, and Claude barged in, looking anxious. They took one look at my flushed face and exchanged looks, smiling knowingly. And then Rudi decided to wake up and hollered, making us jump to do his bidding. Lucien looked a the baby wryly as I settled to feed him, as the little baby greedily fixed his mouth on my large teat.
With a quick, hard kiss on my mouth, he grunted, ‘I shall come to see you in some time.’ His grey eyes glinting in sardonic amusement, he went on,’Take some rest.’
I blushed as the words were only meant for my ears.
*
Danielle
She smiled and made a mental note to get underwear that was two sizes larger the next time when she was getting clothes for Proserpina. As she strode down the corridor, she reflected on the Boss, who had been staring transfixed at his much younger wife as she flitted about, her large breasts wobbling enticingly. Proserpina Delano was so unconsciously attractive, so seductive without knowing it, she could make men turn to look at her with lust in their eyes as she dimpled at them and moved about.
***
She entered the lift and grabbed the folder and clipboard that one of her assistants, Tracy, handed her silently. Danielle’s association with the Don went back a few decades and she was another one of the people who would do anything for Lucien Delano.
*
The Mafia Don had been a womanizer, a man ridden by his untiring sexual needs until he met Proserpina. Something about the innocent eighteen-year-old had captivated him and though he had tried hard to remove her from his life, treating her cruelly, openly f*cking other women even as she remained his mistress, he still returned to her unable to get her out of his system, and finally, he had settled down.
But then, Proserpina had a look that automatically turned heads and stopped hearts, with her full, flowing mahogany tresses, golden skin, and of course her body; a body with every curve and swell in perfect proportion.
The sculpted perfection was possibly due to the rigorous yoga workout she put herself through every morning, with utter dedication, thought Danielle, frowning as she glanced down at her own frame. She managed to remain slim but her partner Grace kept saying that it was the smoking, which was harming her, silently.
*