Eleanor smoked her Marlboro calmly, cooling down from the intense encounter she was just subject to. “What a character.” She said to no one particularly, as she gazed at the stage in front of them.
But as Mario looked into her eyes, he could see that she was in a complete different world and her mind was travelling in a separate universe to his. She wasn’t with him. He knew when to speak and when to keep quiet. This was one of the moments where it was better for him to keep his mouth shut.
The night dragged on, live music was being played by an unknown band, people were networking, making sure that their connections were as strong as ever while others were creating new connections, as were the Vicentis. They came with a detailed plan to execute, a strategy. They required a connection Europe or further East as they had plans to extend their business and power. Of course few people objected, but as long as they spoke to the correct people, a mafia war of this generation can be avoided.
Eleanor turned away from the couple her and Mario were engaged in a conversation with and sought refuge on a balcony that oversaw all of Moscow, its bright lights shimmering. She enjoyed the view, a glass of champagne in hand. She felt goose bumps forming along her skin at the intensity of the cold, as she forgot her scarf inside.
“A bit chilly out here, isn’t it?”
Eleanor turned to the familiar voice and stared up at the icy eyes of Vladimir Ivanov, holding his jacket out and offering it to her. Without hesitation, she allowed him to slip it on her petite figure and continued gazing at the distance, the large man taking a comfortable stance right next to her.
“You’ve hosted the evening very well, Sir Ivanov.” She spoke slowly and cautiously.
“Vlad for you, Mrs. Vicenti.”
Eleanor turned and glanced at him. “Then it is Eleanor for you.” She returned his confident smile.
The two stood in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s presence and the moment. It was their little escape from the crazy world orbiting inside.
“You came here for a reason Eleanor.”
“Wouldn’t that be a question from my husband?” She replied.
Vladimir let out a masculine laugh that Eleanor found very attractive. He then shook his head, a smile plastered on his handsome face. He had strong features, a squared jaw, rough chin and defined cheekbones. A face that is worthy of the nickname “Ice King”.
“Me and you both know who really holds the future of the Vicenti family.” Vladimir spoke slowly and coldly, his intentions clear and her motives exposed.
Eleanor returned the icy stare. This was a battle of power, and she had no intention to bow down to the king.
“I want a distributor in the East.”
Eleanor didn’t sugar coat as she continued smoking the cigarette, exhaling crystal smoke into the cold air of Moscow. Silence fell over the two and she had to glance at the large man, who seemed in deep thoughts as he observed the shining lights, before turning to her with a certain warmth in his eyes that she did not expect nor witness prior.
“Just a distributor? Or a connection?”
He stepped closer to Eleanor as he spoke, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him. She looked up to him, cigarette still in hand and casually smoking it, blowing it into his face.
“That depends.”
Vladimir smiled knowingly. “On?”
“Whether you-” She paused briefly, looking him up and down. “Do business with married ladies.”
Vladimir grabbed Eleanor’s ass with a strength that made her feel like a plaything to him. But it turned her on incredibly, her mouth wide open at his actions blatant to everyone. She could feel him becoming harder and his dick rubbed against her leg, making her gasp at the size of it.
“I think we have an agreement.”
**
London UK
**
Silence compassed the room among the grey smoke both bodies were exhaling. They were in deep thoughts as Eleanor reminisced expressively of the past she swore to never speak about, nor think about. Yet here she was, explaining it to the son she thought was dead.
“So I’m half Russian.” Tony finally concluded.
He gazed at his mother sitting opposite him, whom had a dreamy look on her face. Tony was very well aware of the Ivanov’s. They were a family of savages, ruthlessness and corruption. Vladimir Ivanov died several years ago due to natural causes in relation to his weak heart, but Tony knew that he was assassinated. He also had information on the person behind the order to kill. After his death, the throne of the Ivanov’s was reigned by his son, Mikhail. He was Tony’s half-brother.
Tony sighed out heavily, scratching his forehead. It complicated several of his operations in Russia as well as the territories under the Ivanov’s power he had planned to hit. He glanced at his mother again, who was in her own world smoking a cigarette, and wondered whether the agreement she made with Vladimir all those years ago was still effective. He needed to find out whether Mikhail inherited the agreement or it was terminated at the exact time Vladimir died.
As he sat on the leather sofa, the Marlboro red almost finished, his mind devised a plan. One that would cost a lot of business for the Vicentis and would even cripple them. It was a question of etiquette, whether to execute the plan or to leave everything as it was. It would mean keeping his mother. But on the other hand, he was Der Keiser. He needed to make a choice, but not now. For now he can enjoy the fact that he was heir to the infamous Ivanov throne, currently occupied by a man who was not worthy of its powers.
**
London, UK
**
Eleanor Vicenti moaned loudly at Tony’s thrusts, spreading her pussy to accommodate his raging dick. They were in the large shower, a warm stream of water both bodies, interrupting their aggressive lovemaking. Tony had one arm wrapped around his mother’s body, squeezing a tit tightly and playing with the erect nipple, as he positioned his other hand on the shower wall for balance. He thrusted into her as deep as he could, until he met resistance, and then withdrew entirely leaving only the tip trapped between her puffy lips. Giving it a second, he then thrusted hard into her. He did this repeatedly, causing Eleanor to moan loudly from the sensations his sensational dick was providing her.
Eleanor’s legs were shaky and weak. She could barely keep herself up as Tony violently fucked her from behind, causing their bodies to smack loudly and echoing through the shower. She had both hands placed on the walls with the side of her face pressed against her hands. She was too gobsmacked to even thrust backwards as he drained the soul out of her.
Tony untangled from the curvaceous body and stood straight, tensing his wide back. He slapped Eleanor’s firm ass, giving her consecutive spankings and grabbing a cheek strongly, continued his backshots. It didn’t take long for Eleanor to reach an ecstatic orgasm. The sensations she felt from her pussy illuminated an ecstatic wave. She closed her eyes, mouth wide open yet no scream escaped her lips as she was in too much ecstasy to form any sound. Throughout her selfishness, Tony didn’t stop seeking his own finish, but he was nowhere as close to it as his mother.
With swift efficiency, Tony turned Eleanor around, reached for her toned legs and picked her. Eleanor instinctively wrapped her legs around his tight waist, giving him access to her most private part. With one hand, he grabbed his thick tool, lined it up along her taboo opening and entered his mother again, moaning loudly, his eyes closed in pleasure. He didn’t quite understand what it was, but the sensations of Eleanor’s honey spot felt completely different. She was tighter than anyone he ever fucked, felt better and was able to handle more of him than anyone in his past. Tony had finally met his match.
He roughly pushed her against the wall, making her wince from pain, but loving every second it. Eleanor loved the way he played rough with her, the way he handled her, like a savage. Like a true man. Tony grunted, a noise similar to one a beast would make, and began his attack on his mother’s vulnerable pleasure creator. He first felt the burn in his dick, then the twitch, followed by the rise of his cum erupting from his sensitive tip and covering the walls of Eleanor’s pussy. He didn’t know whether she was on birth control or if she willed to take the morning after pill, but at this stage of time he could not care less and swam in the bliss of ecstasy she provided for him, returning his earlier favour.