It was business as usual the next morning although Bianca felt sore and well-used. She lay curled on the couch, watching her men leave. St Just left first, kissing her hair before going.
“Rest well, Pet,” he smiled, his golden eyes keen as they assessed her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her. They had all had breakfast together, bagels that Barry had got them from a place nearby. And coffee, because St Just had drily declared that if O’Grady was about to make the coffee, he was out of the door. Leaning into O’Grady’s chest, Bianca giggled, her feet tucked under her modestly and the Irishman had pretended to be furious.
After his brother left, O’Grady dawdled for a while longer. The sight of the Pet, scrubbed and demure, her long T-shirt reaching her knees, made him want to tarry, to stay with her, and he reached for her again. Bianca looked at him, her soul in her eyes and he felt something, a sudden rush of an unknown emotion.
*
O’Grady swore as his mouth sought her lips again.
F*ck, he grunted, for he had never wanted a woman like this before. He had always f*cked them, then moved on, paying the Pets they had kept, handsomely, of course, But this…this emotional tug he was experiencing?
It was new.
He was not sure he liked it and he hated himself, hated Bianca for bringing him to his knees.
“S*ck me, Pet,” he ordered roughly,
“Suck your Master’s c*ck, like the Pet you are.” and just like that, she sank to the carpeted floor obligingly, hiding her wounded expression. She felt like a slave, pleasuring him but as she licked the tip of his erect c*ck, she knew that she would never stop doing what he ordered her to do.
Such was her devotion to him.
He grunted and added thickly,
‘Take off your clothes. I want to see your t*ts, I want to see you naked before me.”
And shifting, so that his erection was against her mouth, he went on softly,
“That’s what adds to the pleasure , Pet. The sight of a naked woman servicing her Master.”
She hesitated.
Then, with a shrug, Bianca said softly, still avoiding his eyes,
“Yes, master.”
As she rose to her feet and stripped off in a lithe manner, he marvelled at her supple, rounded body. The tight curls at the juncture of her legs, her large breasts swinging free, the thick nipples taut and firm.
O’Grady groaned and drew her to him with a sharp tug, his mouth going to her teats, and she gripped his shoulders, almost sobbing as he suckled , driving her mad. Then his mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, his tongue swirling into her belly button and she felt her legs tremble with reaction. He pushed her pegs apart roughly and then, bending his head, he made her climb on the couch, so that her pubic area was easier to reach. Half kneeling, half bent over him, she stood, holding onto him for support as he sucked her clit, sliding his tongue in, swiping the soft, wet folds of her womanhood, which were glistening pink by now.
Finally, she whispered, her legs trembling with effort.
“Please Master, I can’t…”
Sensing that she was about to come, he held her, his tongue flicking as she came in a rush and he groaned as he sucked , the salty sweet taste of her delicious coming on his tongue, on his stubbled jaw.
*
Liam O’Grady waited a few beats.
Then he tugged her onto his hirsute chest, kissing her as she panted helplessly, and she dimpled wearily as she tasted herself on his chin. She blinked back her tears, holding her emotions tightly under control as she slid own the length of his muscular body.
Then, shooting him a saucy look from beneath her lashes, she began to work on him. He groaned, throwing his head back , as she set to work , the way she knew he loved it.
Bianca sucked and licked, her cheeks hollowing, her head bobbing as she drew his thick length into her mouth fully, almost gagging as his member hit the back of her throat, again and again.
“I love him,” she thought and the tears that fell were not only because of the effort to keep on going without losing her breath.
I love him, she thought again as she felt his manhood stiffen, as he gripped her hair in a tight fist, his legs splayed. Her breasts rubbed against the rough fabric of the couch and she felt herself growing closer to another orgasm. He seemed to sense it , for he shifted, so that she was on his leg, almost humping his leg, she thought bitterly.
‘F*ck my leg, like a bi*ch,” he groaned, his hands moving to knead her breast roughly, pinching her nipple and she moaned, her mouth around his c*ck. He looked down at her, the sight of her rounded body rubbing his leg wantonly, helplessly, as her plump lips wrapped around his cock. She was sucking him furiously , and he felt the wetness on his legs , knowing that she was as aroused as he.
her eyes watering, the picture of eroticism.
Suddenly, O’Grady felt ecstatic.
This was what he wanted to do every morning, with Bianca, with his Pet. The woman who had made him feel alive, like no woman had ever done before.
And then, O’Grady was roaring and ejaculating, ropes of thick cum , and she swallowed dutifully as she rubbed herself against his leg, coming on his thick, muscled leg again. It made her feel degraded , this shameful act of humping his leg, but he held her in position, his other leg imprisoning her as her body found solace in the act.
He lay for a while, his head against he head board. Eyes narrowed as he watched the Pet. As her Masters had trained her to , she licked him clean, lovingly trailing her tongue over his flaccid c*ck.
Watching how she licked his balls naughtily, sliding a look at him, he smiled down at her and grunted,
” Better stop that Pet. Or I shall f*ck your face all morning.”
She dimpled and sat back on her heels, looking up at him, a strange brightness in her eyes.
O’Grady sighed and went on,
“You really know how to give a man head, lass. I shall miss you after you are gone.”
O’Grady, dense as ever, did not see the hurt on Bianca’s face. With a tight smile, she scrambled to her feet and stood, holding the back of the chair behind her for support. Then she swung away jauntily, hiding her tears and said,
“I need to clean myself, first, O’Grady.”
He watched her go, still reeling from the best blow job he had ever had.
He sighed.
They would really miss Bianca …when she left…
Did she have to leave at the end of the year?
Grunting, he thought of how she had pleasured him just now, how his brother and he had used her simultaneously, the previous night… The sight of her body, helpless as she rutted his leg, made him swallow.
He felt his limp member beginning to harden and he laughed out loudly.
Just thinking of her, made him want to f*ck her all over again. The girl would drive him to an early grave, at this rate!
*
In the little shower cubicle, Bianca bit down on her lip, refusing to sob out loudly. But her heart was breaking.
She, Bianca Cruz, was just another woman to satisfy the urges of the Mafia Boss, Liam O’Grady. And the thought of leaving him in seven months’ time, made her feel like dying.