61.The New Place

Book:A Pet for the Mafia Dons Published:2025-3-24

I looked around myself when St Just stepped out to make a call.
It was a small, cosy apartment and the person who had probably decorated it had had good taste, I reflected , studying the pale walls. Or had it been done to accommodate the latest woman in the life of my Masters? I’d never know and I shrugged in determination. No way was I going to weep and sob.
O’Grady had made fierce love to me in the car and after a long day at the office, which was something I had done after a long time, I was tired and hungry.
To my astonishment, my clothes and all my possessions had already been brought here and arranged neatly in the little wardrobe in the small bedroom. Sighing I pulled out a comfortable pair of harem pants in pink and a large T shirt to change into before heading to take a shower.
I sighed as I soaped myself. I had been able to smell the fragrance of O’Grady on my body , could see the mark on my breast where he had sunk his teeth into me and I squeezed my eyes shut.
The muscles in my pus*y contracted in longing and I shook my head angrily.
I’d be damned if I wept thinking about HIM!
As I rubbed body lotion into my legs, I eyed the duvet. It looked so inviting. With a sigh, I curled up on the bed and was fast asleep in a few minutes.
*
When St Just came back into the little bedroom, he stopped in the doorway and smiled.
Bianca was on the bed, lying on her side, her lips parted slightly, her face on her cheek as she slept, her lovely hair spilt around her and he grinned as she gave a small, delicate snore. Settling down beside her, he took off his footwear and then tugged off his jacket. Reaching to her, he tugged her into his arms.
She groaned,
“Let me go, O’Grady. I don’t…I can’t…”
She stopped, her lashes fluttering as she came awake suddenly.
*
St Just traced her mouth with a finger.
“What is it, Pet?” he asked in a strange voice.
Warm brown eyes studied him for a moment as she came fully awake. Raising a hand, she traced his stubbled jaw, and his mouth and gasped as he bit on her finger.
With a shy smile, she moved.
She pulled him into her arms and her sudden bold approach caught him unawares.
‘Make love to me, Master,” she whispered and he groaned.
Her simple request, her soft pleading voice was his undoing.
*
Bianca sat up, tugging off her top and slipping out of her harem pants as he watched, mesmerised.
Then, kneeling before him on the bed in her underwear, she began to unbutton his shirt gently, pausing to kiss his chest at every stop. St Just was now like a man on fire. He had taken many subs but this girl was different.
She was a tantalising blend of innocence and yet, a seductive witch, he thought, his senses on fire. As she moved to his trousers and the belt, he made to grab her hand but she slapped it away, with a dimpled smile.
And then, kissing the thin line of hair that led to his boxers, she tugged it off.
Then, still on her knees before him, she took off her remaining underwear demurely.
Naked, she faced him and reached out to fondle his erection, using her other hand to caress his balls.
He growled, as she bent further and kissed the tip of his member, her tongue darting out to lick the precum.
He could not take anymore. With a groan, St Just pushed her backwards, following her onto the bed, and she gasped as he touched her clit. She was wet, dripping wet, her juices flowing down her thighs and he gave a shout of laughter.
Then, he entered her, gently and almost at once , pulled out.
She gripped his shoulders, her eyes wide and pleading and he laughed, lowering his head to capture her mouth. Then he began to pound her rhythmically and she raised her hips as she neared her climax, When her nails dug into his strong back, he grunted in pleasure, for she was coming in a rush.
*
They made love at a regular pace, each aware of what was making the other happy, enjoying the act. Later, as she stood under the shower, soaping her body, Bianca found herself thinking of O’Grady and his frenetic pace of making love. It set her on fire, making her long for more. Whereas St Just was slow and careful to adjust to her pace, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.
*
Later, leaning into his arms, they ate the pizza that St Just had ordered while they watched a rom-com, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Leanign back into his chest, she asked curiously,
“I thought you would be a scary Dom, Master.” He looked down at her in amusement, playing with her hair.
“And who says I’m not?” he growled in a menacing voice and she giggled, hugging him.
“I do. I think…you are an amazing man.”
And she turned around in his arms, to kiss him, her arms winding around his neck. He gripped her waist and they kissed again, deep and long.
“Baby, you need to sleep now,” he said softly, lifting her in his arms and cradling her, carrying her to the bedroom. He was in his shirt, for he had no spare clothes to change into.
“Stay with me,” She pleaded and he smiled and settled beside her, spooning into her and with a satisfied smile, she closed her eyes.
*
Liam O’Grady was sitting in his office at the Casino farthest from his office.
He was still kicking himself for having behaved like a caveman when he took Bianca in the car.
But… she had looked so beautiful, so tempting, those soft plump lips, that Siren’s body… F*ck, but he could not keep his hands off her. The girl made him go crazy, completely crazy and he was like a mad man, just with the fragrance of her body…
He drank again and slammed down his tumbler, furious at himself.
he lowered his head in his hands and looked up at the knock which announced the arrival of one of his old flames, and the woman who managed the floor in this particular casino.
Amber Halt, a raven-haired beauty, who managed to look attractive even at the age of forty , with a strict exercise regimen and a host of cosmetics and surgery, studied him curiously.
“Something wrong O’Grady?” she said and he shook his head angrily, waving his empty tumbler at his man who was standing by silently.
“Get me a refill, man!” he shouted.
Amber tapped her chin thoughtfully.
O’Grady had never seemed so troubled. With a start, she thought,
He’s in love!