“G
ood morning.” His warm voice cradled me before I opened my eyes.I purred and pushed my face into his torso, inhaling the barely detectable scent of his cologne.
“My neck hurts,” I said, my eyes still shut.
“Probably it’s because we spent the night on the couch.” My eyes snapped open, and for an instant I felt panic. Only upon seeing the gigantic Christmas tree did I recall where we were and what we had done the night before.
“Don’t know about you, but in Poland we only decorate the tree on Christmas Eve. Maybe a day before that if the kids can’t wait. But December sixth?” I yawned.
“If it pleases you, we can keep it for the whole year. And besides, what was I supposed to do? Wrap the whole house like a present?”
“For starters, you didn’t have to buy it.”
“Oh, please.” He rolled to his back and pushed me under his arm. “It’s an investment. Besides, I’m not sure if the mansion in Taormina is the best
place for the baby. I’d like to keep you here, only for me. There’s always too many people over there.”
“But Olga is there, too.” I looked at him, propping myself on an elbow.
“What am I to do here all by myself?”
Massimo sat up and leaned back, facing me.
“You’ll have the baby and me as well. Is that not enough?”
I saw sorrow in his eyes. He was genuinely sad. I had never seen him like that. I quickly cupped his face in my hands and touched his brow with mine.
“Darling, but you’re always out.” I rubbed my temples nervously, looking for a solution. “I got it. When the baby is born, we’ll try living in the mansion first. If it turns out you were right, we’ll move here. If not, we’ll stay there. And in that case, this place will be my private retreat. And a place for all kinds of debauchery, when I’ll be able to fuck and drink to my heart’s content again.”
I slipped out from under the blanket and danced a wild happy dance of a sex-addicted alcoholic. Massimo watched me with amusement before taking me into his arms and carrying me across the house.
“In that case, let’s stamp our mark everywhere around the house so it only reminds you of all the decadent things we do together!”
When we returned to the mansion in Taormina, I jumped out of the car and ran straight to the dining room. Food, food! It was the only thing I could think about. Our new house might have been gorgeous, but the fridge back there was empty.
“Pancakes!” I called out, barging into the room and noticing Olga sitting by the big table.
She glanced at me and closed the laptop she had been using.
“I remember the good old times when you used to puke at the thought of food. And now? Your ass is getting fatter by the minute.”
“Belly, not ass,” I corrected, heaping my plate with food. “Besides, my ass is so small, it could use some fattening up.”
Olga smiled and poured me a cup of tea, added some milk, and threw in two teaspoons of sugar.
“I got a Rolex,” she said, waving her hand in my face. “Pink gold, mother of pearl, and diamonds. What did you get?”
“A house,” I mumbled with my mouth full.
Olga’s eyes bulged, and she swallowed loudly.
“You got… what?” she asked, shocked.
“A fucking house. You deaf all of a sudden?”
“Fucking hell, I got a watch, you got a house. There’s no such thing as justice.”
“Get pregnant with a mobster, marry the guy, and then live with a bossy asshole hiding a gun under his pillow. You’ll get a castle.”
We both chuckled at that, high-fiving each other.
“What’s so funny?” Massimo asked, entering the room and taking a seat.
He was wearing a black suit and a black shirt, which meant he was going to a funeral, or just working today.
“Where are you going?” I asked, putting the fork down. “I need to see the doctor at one.”
“That’s where I’m going,” he replied, helping himself to some eggs.
“In that grave digger’s outfit?” Olga asked.
The Man in Black sent her a dispassionate look and poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Domenico is upstairs jacking off. Why don’t you go and help him out?”
he asked, keeping a neutral expression.
Olga snorted and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
“He came like a hundred times in the past two hours. I doubt he’s even able to walk right now. But it’s nice you worry for your brother, Massimo.”
She flashed him one of her favorite fake-venomous smiles.
“All right, let’s focus on me,” I said, interrupting the squabble. “Who’s going to the clinic with me?”
“I am,” they both said, sending each other hostile glares.
“Great,” I said happily. “Then we’re all going together.” Olga took a sip of coffee and got up.
“I was just kidding. I only wanted to piss Massimo off. I’ve missed you,”
she said and planted a kiss on my forehead, before leaving.
“You both act like kids,” I grumbled, helping myself to another portion of Nutella pancakes.
We were both on pins and needles, waiting for the doctor’s opinion at the clinic. Though, judging by the doctor’s expression, he was even more nervous. That wasn’t surprising—the Man in Black himself had shown up
in his office. Massimo wanted to make sure the doctor wouldn’t tell me the baby’s sex. When the examination started and the gynecologist pulled a condom over the ultrasonogram head, my husband nearly blew a gasket. I couldn’t hide my amusement. My husband bravely stood by through the whole procedure, trying to keep his eyes on the screen, but shooting glances at my face once in a while.
Dr. Ventura sat at his desk, holding the USG images and test results.
“I called the Hungarian doctor that had taken care of Mrs. Torricelli,” he said. “He sent me the documentation and added his own remarks. He did a perfectly good job taking care of you, although there were some critical points.” He paused and took a sip of water. “What matters is that the latest test results are perfect. You are doing great, and the baby is developing like it should. It is big and healthy. Your heart is coping with the additional load.
There are no reasons to worry at all.”
“Dr. Ventura.” Massimo knitted his brows and crossed his arms.
“Yes, don Massimo?” the doctor stammered.
“Why has the life of my child been endangered?”
“Well…” The doctor grabbed the documents lying on the desk and leafed through the pages nervously. “The Hungarian doctor informed me that your wife was under a lot of pressure. And it lasted longer than a day or two. Her heart couldn’t keep pace. Her body… rebelled. To keep it simple, it started treating the fetus as a threat leaching its vitality.”
“But everything is okay now, right?” I asked, caressing Massimo’s hand but keeping my eyes trained on the doctor.
“Yes. It is absolutely okay.”
“What about sex?” The Man in Black pinned Dr. Ventura with his icy stare.
I think the poor man would tell him whatever he wanted to hear now.
“If you’re asking if there are any contraindications, then no.”
“And what about more… intense sexual activities?” I asked, dropping my eyes.
I lifted my head and saw the doctor’s eyes darting between me and Massimo. God, if we were going to keep beating around the bush with this, we’d never learn anything and my husband would keep fucking me like a lazy koala for the next six months. I took a deep breath.
“Let me rephrase it, Doctor. We like rough sex. Can we have rough sex?”
Ventura’s face blushed and he leafed through some more papers, as if looking for an answer there. He might be a gynecologist and probably had conversations like this a couple of times a day, but never with the boss of the local mob.
“You can have sex however you like.”
Massimo rose gracefully and led me to the door. I didn’t even have time to say goodbye. We practically ran out to the street, where he pushed me against the closest wall.
“I want to fuck you… right now!” he breathed, his face inches from my own. “I’ll pound you so hard, you’ll feel just how much I’ve missed it.
Come with me.” He pulled me by the hand, leading me to the car. He pushed me inside and teleported to the other side. Before I managed to buckle up, the vehicle was already racing toward the highway.
We passed our turn, continuing on to Messina. I knew where he was taking me, and I couldn’t hide my joy at the thought of getting fucked in the privacy of our new house. No people around, no security, no Olga or Domenico. Only the two of us.
“I have one more surprise for you,” Massimo said, opening the wooden gate with the remote.
He glanced at me, waiting for it to finish opening. A sly smirk stretched his lips, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel. When the gate finally swung open, he stepped on the accelerator. The BMW’s tires screeched, and we drove all the way to the entrance door.
Massimo jumped out of the car, opened the door for me like the gallant knight he was, and then unceremoniously threw me over his shoulder.
He turned the key in the lock with me still in his arms, carried me inside, and kicked the door shut. Then he climbed the wide stairs leading to the second floor.
“I’m going to wash you first,” he announced, putting me down on the floor of the beautiful, classy bathroom.
“I can’t stand another man’s smell on you.”
I snorted with laughter. I didn’t think the rubber condom or the USG machine smelled of anything.
“He’s just a doctor.”
“He’s a man,” he barked. “Raise your arms.” He pulled my cashmere sweater off, and then undressed me completely. All the clothes flew to the
ground. “This is mine!” he growled, as his eyes took in the sight of my naked body.
“Only yours,” I confirmed as he pushed me into the shower.
“You have three minutes.” He turned his back on me and left without another word.
That was surprising. I had thought he’d fuck me in the shower or at least play around with soap a bit. It was disappointing. I squeezed out some shower gel and rubbed it over my skin.
“Time’s up,” Massimo called, returning to the bathroom.
I thought that was supposed to be a metaphor. I quickly rinsed away the soap.
“Ready!” I spread my arms, displaying my nakedness.
Massimo stepped closer, pulling off his shirt, and breathed in my scent.
“Much better,” he said and took me into his arms again.
He carried me to the bedroom, which was pleasantly dark, even though it was the middle of the day.
What I liked most about the Mediterranean was that all the houses had powered roller blinds installed, making it very easy to blanket their interior in pleasant gloom. I liked darkness. Martin used to tell me it was depressing
—one of my worst qualities. He had hated it.
A massive bed dominated the room. Supported by four thick columns, it was crowned with a black canopy. At its foot was a small bench padded with dark gray satin, matching the width of the mattress. On both sides of the bed stood night tables with richly engraved fronts, and a similar, though larger cabinet took up a corner of the room. Lit candles gave out a faint glow from its top. The furniture was dark, bulky, and very stylish.
Massimo laid me down on the mattress, quickly dumping a few dozen pillows that had been scattered all over the bed to the floor.
“Surprise,” he said with a smirk, reaching behind one of the columns, revealing a chain ending in a soft cuff for the wrist.
Scenes from our visit to his hotel from a few months back flashed before my eyes. I recalled him tying me to the bed and making me watch Veronica the hooker sucking him off.
“Oh, no you don’t!” I launched myself up, eliciting a completely dumbstruck expression on Massimo’s face.
“Don’t tease me, baby girl,” he hissed, grabbing my ankle.
“You still owe me thirty-two minutes. I’ll have them now.”
He dropped my leg and sent me a quizzical look.
“Don’t you remember anymore?” I narrowed my eyes, taking a step back. “You promised me an hour on our wedding night. I only used about half of my time. I still have thirty-two minutes left. Lie down,” I said confidently, pointing to the spot where I had been sprawled just a minute ago.
Massimo’s eyes were blazing with lust, and his jaw worked steadily. He bit his lower lip and did as I told him. He lay down in the middle of the expansive mattress and lifted his arms. That took me by surprise. I didn’t expect him to show this degree of submissiveness, but I wasn’t going to wait until he changed his mind. The shackles tightened over his wrists.
“There are small latches on the sides of the cuffs,” he said, turning his head to look at one of the devices. “You need to press them with two fingers to make them open. Try it out now.”
I followed his instruction. It might come in handy in another fifteen minutes. The mechanism was simple enough for me to work it, but at the same time, it made it completely impossible for the person tied to the bed to free themselves on their own.
“Very smart,” I said, clasping the manacle over his wrist again.
“Thank you. I invented them myself.”
“Do you know how to free yourself?”
The Man in Black froze, a momentary expression of unease marring his face.
“There is no way to free yourself. I didn’t expect to be tied down myself.”
For a while I pondered if he was telling the truth, but another look into his fearful eyes made everything obvious. He really was at my mercy. That was good. At the same time, it was frightening. I knew what I wanted to do with him, and Massimo wasn’t going to allow it. He’d want to retaliate when I freed him.
“Is there anything you wouldn’t like me to do?” I asked, slowly pulling off his pants and silently praying that he hadn’t figured out what I was going to do.
For a moment, the Man in Black considered my question, finally concluding that there wasn’t anything that popped into mind. He shook his head.
“Wonderful.” His boxers flew to the floor, and I leaned over his body.
My fingers wrapped themselves around his manhood, gently stroking.
Massimo moaned quietly and leaned his head over the pillows, closing his eyes. I liked it when he allowed himself to relax. What I was about to do would require a certain level of… looseness. I felt his cock hardening in my hand and heard his breathing quicken.
Without letting go of him with my eyes, my tongue traced a little circle around the hole on its tip. The Man in Black inhaled loudly and held his breath for as long as my tongue stayed in contact with his prick. It was red hot. I could tell just how much he wanted me right now by the taste.
I wouldn’t want to rush anything, though. There were still thirty minutes to take advantage of, and I fully intended to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from the time left. My lips straddled the head of Massimo’s penis, and I slowly pushed my head down, sliding it into my mouth. I wanted to feel each inch. Massimo’s hips rose, as if he wanted to reach the back of my throat faster, but my hands held him down.
I continued the slow, agonizing caress as he muttered something unintelligible. When finally his cock reached the end of the road, pushing against the back wall of my throat, the Man in Black let out a deep moan and tensed. The chains grew taut, rattling. I lifted my head and repeated the torture. Massimo wriggled, trying to provoke me to pick up the pace, but I was only slowing down. I pushed myself up, propped on my arms, and bit his nipple, delighting in the hiss that came out of his mouth. I kissed his torso, caressed his arms, rubbing his throbbing cock with my pussy. It must have been exhausting for him. I could imagine his blackening eyes beneath his closed eyelids. My tongue trailed up his neck, reaching his clamped lips.
Little by little, I pushed my finger into his mouth, opening it.
“Massimo?” I asked in a whisper. “How much do you trust me?”
The Man in Black’s eyes snapped open, as he fixed me with a stare filled with lust.
“With all my heart. Now take it in your mouth.”
I laughed derisively and let my tongue moisten his parched lips. He tried catching it with his teeth, but I was faster.
“You want me to suck you off?” My right hand gripped his cock while the left clasped around his jaw. “Ask nicely,” I ordered through clenched teeth.
“Don’t push it,” he growled, his teeth snapping and missing my lips again.
“Have it your way, don Massimo. This is going to be the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
I let go of his penis and started to leisurely lower myself until my head hovered above his rock-hard cock. I took it in my mouth, my lips clamping tightly around its head, and I sucked. I had never given anyone a blow job with such swiftness. The Man in Black’s chest heaved as he muttered under his breath, pulling at his chains.
“Relax, darling,” I said, licking my index finger and pushing it between his buttocks.
Massimo’s body grew rigid, and his breathing stopped.
My hand didn’t even manage to touch the spot I was aiming for, when his powerful hands grabbed me and rolled me over to my back. I was too surprised to react. His eyes were drilling holes in me, filled with fury. He hovered above me wordlessly, pinning me to the mattress, his breath heavy and his brow gleaming with sweat.
“Didn’t you like it?” I asked sweetly, making an innocent expression.
Massimo kept silent, and his hands were tightening around my arms.
I closed my eyes, unable to watch his sudden anger, and felt him closing the manacles over my wrists. The mattress buckled, and the bed creaked a little. I opened my eyes, realizing I was alone. I could hear the sound of water running in the shower. Great, I thought, he left before I could finish.
Did I overdo it? I didn’t want to hurt him. My aim had been to prove something to him, albeit in an unconventional way. I had once read about male anatomy and learned that some experiments may prove very pleasurable to men. As enjoyable as for women, or even more so. It turned out the manliest man on Earth didn’t enjoy those kinds of things. Most men would, in his place.
“I won’t allow you to take control anymore,” Massimo said, breaking my train of thought.
He was standing in the door, water trickling down his skin. His chest was still heaving.
“How did you free yourself?” I asked, changing the subject. “And why did you go to the shower?”
He flashed a sly smile at me and took a few steps closer, stopping only when his cock was nearly touching my face.
“I won’t explain myself to you. Not now, when I intend to fuck you so hard they’ll hear your screams all the way back in Poland.” He took my