Ria
She smiled as she saw the answering heat in Philippe’s eyes, the glazed look of a man battling with his desire and speedily losing the battle.
She pouted and then touched herself, just there, her fingers moving in a rhythm. The Capo stepped to her; he had shed his shirt and she wanted to lick his body, the hard abs, the flat, dark nipples, the chest matted with hair. Her eyes met his, and he growled, slowly shaking his head,
‘Naughty, naughty princess. You know I do not like you to touch yourself.’
She smiled. She knew what was coming. He would punish her, his hands hard and compelling and she loved it.
“Umm…hmm?’ she purred, her glistening wet finger having been roughly pulled out by her lover’s large hands. Languidly, she trailed the wet finger over his chest and then raising her hand, sucked on the offending digit, tasting her own juices, her eyes on his hard face as he watched her, unblinkingly. The Capo’s breaths were getting shorter.
The girl before him was a temptress and she had him on a leash.
*
The Capo was breathing heavily. His large c*ck was in his hands as he stroked it, gripping it hard as his passion escalated. With an oath, he gripped her hand and twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her body to his. She smiled up at him, angelic looking, except for her laughing eyes.
“Princess, you drive me crazy,’ he groaned, gripping her long hair and jerking her to him, as he lowered his head and took her mouth, hard, possessive. She shuddered as he slipped two thick fingers into her musky wetness and began to pump her.
She groaned, turning her face away,’ Ah, Capo, help me…’ In an unexpected move, with a deft gesture, he turned her over so that she was bent over the desk, her pert nipples resting on the flat surface. Her rounded buttocks were in the air and he could see her glistening wet pu*sy, ready for him.
She whimpered in anticipation as he prepared to enter her, the head of his thick, large member gently, wetly, prodding at her entrance. The delay made her cross and she began,
“Philippe, just get on…owww…’ she yelped as he gripped her hair and thrust into her, a hard, calloused hand landing a stinging slap on her pale, exposed behind, making her buck her hips faster.
‘Don’t try to push me around, baby. I own you.’ He growled as he lowered his head, his breath hot, his voice hoarse with his arousal, and slapped her inviting, rounded behind again, relishing the small gulp she gave as the stinging made her more aroused.
The sight of her small, full body moving helplessly as he rode her, was turning him on, carrying him to a point of no return.
The sight of her heaving body as he rammed into her, made him close his eyes, clenching his jaw. His balls were painful with lust.
*
‘My baby likes it a little rough, eh?’ he growled, bending over her as he slammed into her, the way he spoke exposing his raw need. She managed to make a squeak in response.
“Yes,’ she wanted to say but she could just say,’ Ahhh…’
Her body was being rammed by the Capo as he shoved his thick manhood into her pulsating core from behind, and a strange sort of pleasure, a heat, flooded over her. This was not the way her Knight in Armour took her usually, this was a man, desperate for his woman, a man on fire and she arched her back slightly, reveling in her power over him. The Capo reached out and cupped a breast, squeezing, not ungently. Ria moaned, toying with her hardened nipple.
A few quick thrusts more and she was tumbling through space and time, wanting to scream but knowing that the men outside would hear them, the thought preventing her from letting go in abandon. She bit her hand, stifling her cries as wave after wave of passion erupted.
And then, she heard the Capo’s harsh breathing, his hoarse voice as he growled into her ear,
“Baby, I am going to come in you…take this…’ and a string of his load
spewed into her womb as she shuddered, moaning softly. It felt so good, so complete, to have him in her. Her muscles squeezed about his thick rod as he emptied himself in her, draining his powerful c*ck.
His breathing was harsh and heavy, their bodies damp with sweat despite the cold.
*
Young though she was, Ria was on the Pill and she was happy about it. She had no intention of becoming a teenage mum like her Mumma.
Oh, no!
She loved this man whose body was bent over hers. But no, she had no desire to have kids just yet. Not for another ten years, at the very least. She dimpled happily and snuggled into his chest, on his lap, as he sank onto a chair, grinning down at her, tugging her down with him.
*
“Why are you laughing? Are you making fun of a poor girl’s desires, great Capo?’ she pouted mischievously. He looked down at her, eyes warm with love and tenderness.
“Ah, Princess,’ he sighed and they kissed, she perched comfortably on his lap, her arms wound around his neck as he held her to him.
The phone rang, forcing the Capo to stretch out a muscular arm to pick it up; Lucien believed in old-fashioned intercom services to connect with his men on the grounds.
Even before he had picked up the instrument, the Capo knew who must be summoning him in such an imperious manner.
*
It was the Boss.
Asking Philippe where he was. Ria could hear her Pappa’s clipped tones and knew he was becoming impatient.
The change in the demeanour of the man who was holding her on his buck-nude lap made her cup her hands over her mouth and giggle silently.
Philippe scowled at her, pinching her nipple as he cradled her and she stifled a yelp.
“Yes, Boss. No…no, Sir. At once, Sir.’ He said and replaced the phone.
She scrambled off his lap, heading to the tiny adjoining washroom, picking up her clothes as she went. Dimpling mischievously over her shoulder, she asked him, arching an eyebrow,
“My Capo is scared of the Big Boss, hmmm?’
He followed her, giving her rounded a*s a tight slap as he joined her in washing himself.
“Get going, Princess.’
*
As she was preparing to return to her Mumma, she smiled as he kissed her, while she stood, her hands on his jacket, tracing his jaw longingly.
“I love you, Capo,’ she sighed and he kissed her forehead softly, tenderly.
‘I have loved you from the time I first saw you baby when you were a rude, standoffish three-year-old, ‘ he grinned.
*
Tara
She had had a call from Mumma, but she refused to pick it up. Mumma was the reason why she was in the doghouse now, she thought crossly and flopped onto her bed.
She checked her phone; it had been another source of irritation for Mumma.
Proserpina had not wanted her to have a phone, not so early, she had said but when Tara had implored her father, begging him with tears in her eyes, the Boss had smiled indulgently and gifted her a cell phone. Of course, Mumma had not been pleased. Tara was beginning to think that maybe, Mumma was just plain jealous; she was a total buzzkill, as Maddie would say.
Mothers were such a pain!
*
Now she rolled onto her back on the large bed in her bedroom, checking her messages. The phone in question was a very basic model and the boys, Dom and Lou had been furious because their father had refused to give them one each.
She scrolled through some pictures on Instagram, gawking at her favorite celebrity, Cristiano Ronaldo, the football star. She had a magnificent crush on him, her first real crush and she devoured the pictures of the football star with his fans and his family. Sighing, she wished that she was as glamorous as some of the women she saw in the feed.
As she absently scrolled through her messages, one caught her eye and she frowned as she sat up. It was from an unknown number but the message made her gasp. It read very simply:
“Hey, beautiful! You play the piano amazingly!’
Tara gasped.
Some mysterious person had just addressed her as BEAUTIFUL???
Tara crinkled her forehead and pondered.
Who could it be? Should she tell Mumma? Immediately, the thought came to her; NO!
Mumma would probably take her phone away.
Intrigued, she sat, cross-legged, biting her lip, thinking.
With shaking fingers, she typed back.
“Hello. Who is this?’ Keep it formal, she thought as she sat, barely breathing in contained excitement.
To her astonishment, she saw the answer bubble pop up; whoever had sent her the message was right there!
He was waiting for her to reply, she thought, feeling inordinately pleased with herself.
“A secret admirer.’ Came the reply and she sat back, her body hot with exhilaration, the blood pumping through her veins.
A SECRET ADMIRER?
Tara smiled to herself.
She was not Silly Tara after all. Someone out there had noticed her, had heard her playing the piano, and called her Beautiful!
With a dimpled smile, she settled onto the bed, lying on her stomach as she continued the conversation.
*
Now Tara had a secret. And she was as pleased as punch. Her family, with all the chaos that was constantly going on around them, would never notice her; someone outside the family circle had seen her and had fallen in love with her. Her little head churned up fantasies as she typed away cheerfully.
*
In his room far away, Dusak of the One Eye smiled darkly. His phone glowed as the incoming messages landed with alacrity.
So the little fool, Tara Delano, had fallen for the crafty idea proposed by his uncle, Paval.
One of the men had been given the task of luring the foolish child with messages. Obviously, he was doing a brilliant job.
*
Thrusting away the woman who was sucking his member with eagerness, he kicked her onto the floor as he straightened his muscular body and headed for the table. He would let his uncle know how successful the plan had been. They now had a fool who was willing to let them into the gilded inner circle of the Delano family.
The stupid young girl would make it easy for him to get to the golden-haired Ria, he thought as he stood, stroking his thick manhood and staring at the snap he had kept safely in his drawer, the old photograph of Ria wither cascading golden curls and blue-grey eyes., her wide mouth open in a smile…
Soon you will be mine, he thought and stroked his hardening member faster.