Chapter 9 Massimo
Massimo
Her pink cheeks cause my dick to ache. I draw her to me, inhaling the scent of her desire.
She seems nervous, but the thought of my kitten in sexy lingerie on my cross makes me want to ravage her right here and now, and I am eager to learn what little secret she has in store for me.
I want her to tell me. I want to see the sexy little blush when she has to say the words.
“What were you doing down here my naughty little kitten?”
Her eyes go wide. “I was going to surprise you, but the joke is on me. I thought there was some like, sex stuff down here. You know, a cross maybe, other equipment to play on?”
How she manages to shock me every single fucking day is some feat of nature, because no one shocks me, yet she does it all the time.
She was looking for sex equipment. “Why would you think I have things like that down here? I’ve never tended to bring women to my home.
Well, with the exception of yours truly,” I tell her while grasping the firm globes of her ass in each of my hands to bring her heat closer to my groin.
Sophia’s eyebrow arches. “You said you were going to bring me here and torture me. You told me that. I was going to get all dressed up and surprise you.” She holds up her treasures to show me the sexy little heels, nighty, and tie.
One of my very favorite ties that moments ago was in my closet but now dangles, teasing me with the image of it wrapped around her neck with nothing more on than that.
But her looking for equipment gives me pause.
Maybe she’s more experienced than I thought.
My voice lowers as I whisper in her ear because I will fucking kill anyone who has marked Sophia in the way that I want to claim her. I want to teach her all the pleasures of such equipment. I want to be her first in so many things. “Tell me what you know of such pleasures, kitten.”
She nuzzles into my neck, a playful kitten whose shyness completely dissipates when I rub her center just the right way. “I’ve never tried anything like that, but I want you to teach me.”
Sophia makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.
I’ve never had equipment in my lower level but now know exactly what I plan to do with the space.
That doesn’t solve the immediate problem though.
I have a horny little kitten who wants to play, and no equipment.
But I do own a club. An elite club, and Carnal Sins is exactly where we’re going. We’ll just take extra soldiers.
I kiss her lips and take the items from her hands. “You are not wearing this in the main part of the club. We’ll go to my private room at Carnal Sins.”
Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. “Not where others have gone, please.”
My little kitten is getting possessive and instead of being annoying in the slightest I find it the most satisfying thing in the fucking world.
Because I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to go somewhere she had been with someone else.
In fact, if she had been with someone else in the way I want her, that man would have to run for his life.
I caress her lips with a finger. “Never.”
“Let’s go for a ride, kitten.” Jimmy’s going to have to scramble to get protection and get security increased at the club to get us there safe and make this night fun for my kitten, but I don’t give two fucks.
My VIP suite will be open, assigned to me and only me, and never used.
I simply text out the messages, orders, and kiss her lips expecting that my orders will be carried out and knowing that they will. “Let’s go.”
The minute we walk into the club, even having come through the private entrance, all eyes of the staff and regulars are on us.
I’m sure the buzz of me coming to the club and bringing my new bride has reached the employee floor and everyone is curious while anxious to meet the woman who now has my last name.
Sophia is gorgeous, even with a tan trench, her shapely legs and ankles are evident in the strappy four-inch heels she decided to wear.
While no one but me knows she only has a black and pink lacy outfit on underneath.
I’m sure there’s not a man in the club who’s not envisioning what she looks like with not a stitch of clothes on underneath that coat.
One man stands off to the side of the bar. He watches her for a little too long. My right hand slides over the gun at my waist, my other never leaving her dainty shoulders.
Mine.
His eyebrows arch and he turns back to the bartender who gives me a nod.
I return the gesture. It’s fucking great to have Stix back tending bar.
Out after fucking appendicitis for eight fucking weeks right before a grand opening was bad enough.
Two days before we’re scheduled to open, we’re forced to hire someone who didn’t grow up with us in the neighborhood.
We checked him out and he seemed okay, but we got fucked.
As a result, we suffered organizational leaks, bad blood, and the incident where the fucker poisoned Sophia with that drink.
You can’t fucking trust outsiders. It’s the only way an infiltrator gets through.
I glance around as we get to the elevator.
I just hope it was the one and only time it happened in my club.
No way of telling now, but no one will even dare think about making that move again.
Not here, not after what happened to him and his friends.
The danger of our world is not for the meek, and the thought causes me to slide a protective arm around my kitten even with all the soldiers around.
The minute we’re in the elevator and the door closes, I draw Sophia near, aching for her already but more than ready to let the anticipation grow.
Because tonight, she’s going to learn a few different things about how I like to play and the fact she wants me to teach her turns my dick to stone just thinking about it.
My hand slides under her trench, cupping her ass cheeks until the elevator takes us to the lower level where all the exclusive and private rooms are along with all the equipment I want to use to teach Sophia the pleasures she’s never had.
The minute we’re in the Carnal Sins club lower level all eyes turn to my love.
It only takes one fucking look from me to let everyone here know not to look too long at my wife.
Because just the sound of those words, my wife, fills me with a sense of pride and possession.
Any man alive would do well to stay away from Sophia if he wants to remain that way.
My cock hardens with anticipation as I guide her to my custom-made suite, the one I’ve not ever used, abstaining from being with anyone for the months that my father and old man Amorte were telling everyone I was engaged to Desiree.
While we tried everything, desperate to break away from the binds of their arrangement, Desiree and me, that was never going to be, no matter how much our families wanted the union.
But everyone in the club is probably curious and no doubt there will be tongues waggling through the club tonight.
Let them wonder. I don’t give a fuck. Sophia, no matter for how long, is my wife. And she will be the one to break in my VIP suite with me at one of the most sought-after sex clubs on the East Coast. A grand opening of my own playroom exclusively for us.
Sophia could have told me she wanted anything in the world, and I’d give it to her, but hearing her tell me she wants to play and learn things she’s never had a chance to experience and wants me to teach her, all while looking up at me with those deep innocent eyes?
I’ve never been so touched in all of my life, really fucking touched, like right here in the heart.
There’s only one place that seemed fitting to teach my kitten.
At least until I learn exactly what makes her soaking wet.
After that, I’ll custom out the entire lower level and torture her over and over, wringing out every inch of her pleasure from her, night after night, in the comfort of our home.
But for now, Carnal Sins, the club I helped build from the ground up, is where she’ll learn the pleasures that will bring her to the edge and set her entire world on fire.
I close the door, watching as Sophia walks toward the wall along the far side of my suite. Her eyes grow wide as she hugs the waist of the trench coat, taking in all the implements hanging neatly in rows, gazing at one and then another before reaching out a finger to touch.
My shoulder rests against the door jamb, my cock hard and throbbing, watching my little kitten as her eyes grow lusty and intrigued.
She touches an oval paddle with the soft pad of a finger, stroking the hardness of the polished wood with a light pink fingernail before her fingers trail down the tails of a flogger. “See something you like, kitten?”
Her fingernails trail horizontally across the different floggers hanging in a line. “They’re all so different. I had no idea there were so many varieties of the same thing.”
I walk with purpose toward her, anxious to teach her about every single one but it will come in time and with careful training. “Uh-huh. They’re each created to produce a different sensation.”
She swallows daintily and I track the movement of her lovely neck as she continues to focus on the floggers. “What’s the difference?” she asks, still keeping her eyes on the floggers and not on me.
I reach for the one she has her eye on and remove it from its hook on the wall. “This one, it’s far too long and thin for you. It’s created for a sting, a sharp one, kitten. You need to work up to that or pass on it.”
She exhales a breath. “Oh.” Her eyes look to the next one, before she caresses it with a soft hand. “And this one?”
I turn her to face me. “Better. Still too thin for you, at least to begin with.” I lean down and lift her hair, kissing along the sensitive space between her shoulder and neck. “Although, I happen to know you like the space between pleasure and pain, no kitten?”
She lets out a breath. “I do. Just not a lot of pain,” she says, although it sounds like a question she’s not sure of the answer to, but I intend her to try things and learn but my tendencies run this side of inflicting any real pain to my kitten, just enough to draw pleasure from the act.
Sophia nods as she touches a different one.
“You’re right, probably this one.” Sophia still thinks she’s in charge of her pleasure.
It’s adorable really. “This one,” I tell her, taking a mop flogger from the wall.
This is what we’ll start with, when we use one.
” I run the tails over her bare arm. “Feel the difference? Thick, heavier, they produce an almost thudding massage, but you’re not ready for that yet. ”
Her lower lip turns in a slight but undeniable pout as I loosen my tie. “Patience kitten. We’ll get there in good time. First, you’re going to show me that I can trust you to tell me when you’ve had enough.”
“Enough what?”
I turn her at the same time I hit the button on the remote in my pocket.
It spins the wall at the far side of the room, and the St. Andrew’s cross emblazoned with the name Roselli on the steel base slides forward in all its 24 karat glory.
The one hand designed by me and my designer and never used not even once.
It’s as though it was waiting right alongside me for the right person.
Sophia’s eyes go wide as she swallows through her arousal. My kitten trusts me with her life, and now she’ll learn to trust me in a completely different way. “Ask me to undress you, Sophia.”