14 #2
During dinner we get to know Amelia and we talk about simple things like clothes and books.
The sun has already set when the MC invites Alessia and the other Dons out on stage. The Don that I know as Don Manchini takes the microphone.
“Welcome families, welcome guests. Seeing as Don DiSanti has passed recently, I will have the honor to crown your new que en. But first miss DiSanti must speak the oath.” He hands her the mic and holds out a bible to her. Alessia lays her right hand on the bible and speaks.
“In the presence of those who walk the same shadowed path, I swear on my blood, my soul, and my life.
I vow eternal loyalty to the Family,
To stand by my brothers and sisters through fire and betrayal.
The secrets of our world are sealed within my heart.
Not even death will loosen my tongue.
I shall honor the chain of command,
Defend the Family’s name,
And execute its will without question or hesitation.
To betray the Family is to betray my own blood.
For such a crime, I accept the punishment of death,
Carried out without mercy,
For loyalty is life, and disloyalty is oblivion.
From this day forward, my life belongs not to me,
But to the Family,
Its strength, its prosperity,
And its survival.
By the blood I shed and the fire I endure, I am bound.”
The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop.
Don Manchini hands the bible to his righthand man and takes out a knife, with it he slices the palm of his hand and hands the knife to Alessia.
Alessia takes the knife and does the same, her face a stone-cold mask while blood drips out of her hand.
Don Manchini reaches out to her and she takes his hand.
Elio walks over to them with a burning candle and lets the wax dribble over their hands.
All of a sudden, the entire room recites, “By the blood we shed and the fire we endure, we are bound.”
A chill runs down my spine and goosebumps erupt all over me. I feel proud and honored to be a part of this, knowing that somehow, I’m bound into this as well through Alessia.
Don Manchini places a silver crown with blue gems on Alessia’s head and makes a small bow before he gives her a kiss on each cheek.
The other Dons follow his example before everyone gets off the stage.
Elio bandages up Alessia’s hand before she walks over to me with a hunger in her eyes I’ve never seen before.
Before I can say anything, her arms are around my waist and she kisses me.
Our tongues in a feverish dance for control.
She bites my lower lip and I feel the tang of blood mixing in with our kiss.
Her hand tangles in my hair and she tugs on it a little which elicits a small moan from me.
I can feel my arousal building through this kiss.
It feels like we’re in our on little world, away from all the worry and chaos.
A voice makes us break our connection when it says, “Get a room, sis!”
I look over and see Lorenzo making fake heaving sounds. I laugh and nestle myself against Alessia, I don’t want to leave this moment. She places her fingers under my chin and lifts my head to make me look at her.
“Thank you for being a part of this. You being here means more to me then I can ever express.” She says, her voice filled with gratitude.
People start to gather around our table to congratulate Alessia and pledge their allegiance to her. When most of the people left our table, we walk around the room and mingle, she introduces me to some of the Dons from Canada and Italy before she spins me onto the dancefloor.
“I can’t dance!” I say in horror and try to step off the dance floor again.
“Doesn’t matter, Tesoro. Just follow my lead.”
She spins me around and my hand lands on her chest when she pulls me in close. My heart is racing, “Everybody is watching me.”
“Let them! You look like an absolute vision tonight. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you when I was on that stage.” My cheeks blush.
“All I wanted in that moment is to push you up against a wall, sink down to my knees and feast on your pussy until you squirt all over my face.”
Fuck that sounds hot. “I would like that…” I smirk at her.
“Oh, would you now?” She twirls us around the dance floor and her eyes darken with passion.
She leans into me, her mouth next to my ear, “Maybe I should give you that then. Make you fall apart for everyone to see.”
She leads us to the edge of the dance floor before she takes my hand and leads me into one of the hallways connected to the venue. She pushes me against the wall in the dimly lit hallway and sinks to her knees.
“Now show me that pretty pink pussy.” Her voice is hoarse.
She lifts my skirt and it bunches at my waist. She doesn’t waste one minute before her hot mouth is on my pussy.
She licks and sucks on my clit and I can’t help but ride her face when she does.
I feel her finger slide into me. She lifts my right leg to get better access to me.
“Mmmm… you taste so sweet, Tesoro.” Alessia hums against my clit. The heath of her breath makes me ache for more.
I feel another finger sliding into me filling my pussy more. I push myself into her hand wanting to feel all she can give me.
“Are you going to let your queen hear you scream, baby?”
“Yes. Make me come.” I say on a breathy moan.
Another finger fills me when she sucks on my clit, my back arches of the wall and I can feel my orgasm building in my core.
“Yes, Ma’am, yes!” I don’t care who might see or hear us, I just want to come all over her face.
Alessia leans back to watch me. Her fingers curling inside me, making them hit that spot that makes my knees weak and I scream when my release barrels over me. I can feel my arousal gush out of me, soaking her hand, gliding down my thighs.
“Fucking hell, Tesoro. You’re so hot when you squirt for me.” Alessia stands and places her fingers on my lips, I open up and taste myself and suck them clean. I release her fingers with a pop before I smirk back at her and say, “Thank you Ma’am. That was just what I needed.”
Alessia laughs and gives me a quick kiss. “Go freshen up babe, we need to get back, I’ll see you in there.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I wink and walk into the nearest restroom. I clean myself up in one of the stalls and hear the restroom door open. Somebody knocks on my stall door.
“Occupied, try the next one.” Seriously there’s like ten other stalls in here and you need to knock on mine?
Another knock.
I fix my dress, open the lock and swing open the stall door.
“What the hell is y—” That’s all I can say before a cloth covers my nose and mouth. A chemical smell fills my senses before my world turns pitch black.