Chapter 22
Cipriana
It’s late. Like… really late.
Four in the morning – one hour past our Star Dust curfew, after all the dancers already changed and went home. I told Bruno not to wait on my behalf. As long as the security enforcers doubled as bouncers are there outside until Trino gets here, then I’m fine .
This was my big plan all along, you see. I’m sanitizing my preferred pole of the two – the one on the right, farthest away from the front door, in preparation for my second show for Trino. This one’s to be in private. I told him to lock the door and make sure he’s alone when he gets here.
I covered my ass – shutting all of the security cameras so there won’t be a secret Capri sex tape out there.
Maybe I’m getting a little friskier because of my day-to-day environment, maybe I just can’t stop lusting over the giant tattooed ball of muscle who protects me, but either way, I’m ready for him.
Practicing all the moves Diamond and Ruby have been teaching me feels like second nature at this point.
Even if I’m not as fluid as them, it’ll be enough.
I watch the way Trino lusts after me, too.
Honestly, it takes everything not to give into him.
I’ve been aching to give it up for him. Like never ever before.
Even though that stray thought keeps bouncing in my mind – that he’ll lose interest right after – I can’t live in fear forever.
Chrk!
The door shuts and locks, and butterflies bounce around my belly like the first time I saw a mobster’s son visiting my dad’s house when I was sixteen.
It’s the same feeling. A naughty, wrong attraction I can’t steer away from.
Trino struts in wearing his signature white polo, tattoos peeking out from every end.
The dim light shines on him for a fraction of a second, showing a shadow of a smirk beneath his cold grey eyes before he’s covered in shadow once more.
After I click the remote to start the music and toss it to the other end of the stage, I pose near the pole with my ass popped out – my gold see-through covering shimmering like a starlet.
“Sit,” I demand. “I don’t want to hear any lip or distractions.
Just do as I say .” I click my heel once in finality.
He grunts, grabbing his cock over the pants to adjust it, then takes his seat at the bar like a good boy.
I’m in control tonight, I tell myself while lazily falling diagonally, holding the pole with one strong arm and letting myself twist in the hottest way possible.
My covering sparkles in the dim light, until I land seductively on the floor with one leg spread high, parallel to the pole.
To show him how flexible I’ve become, I grab my leg and pull it back farther, to the point it’s over my head.
His eyes trace my long legs. It’s like he has heat vision, because wherever they go, my body gets hot .
I’m in control, I remind myself, clacking my heels together to snap him out of his daze.
Next, I anchor my heels to the floor and use the pole to slowly bend into a bridge.
He thinks I’m going to pick myself all the way up, but I remain, gyrating my hips like a snake, making him wish he was in front of me plowing my golden lips.
He’s impressed; I can tell because his fingers are covering his open mouth. Maybe it’s a blessing he walked out on me on my first lame twerk dance. Now he’ll see I’ve been trained by the best.
For all of my normal patrons, I’ve been running my hands over my breasts, pushing down my top only for them to be fully covered by my fingers. But not tonight. Tonight my nipples are hard and out, my skin prickled with goosebumps.
Fuck me , Trino, I beg in my mind, telling him with my eyes.
As soon as my bra drops, I leap toward the top of the pole and pull myself all the way up, showing him how much stronger I’ve gotten.
I spin once, recalling that it’s all about presentation – my face has to show pleasure, not struggle in how difficult it is to hold myself up.
It’s not that hard, really, because I want Trino inside me right now .
My finger lingers over my bottom lip with each rotation, showing him my tongue. Then slowly, by the next rotation, I touch myself, moaning to make him nuts.
He hops on stage in the middle of my dance, and my breath catches.
“Get back down—” I try to demand, but a forceful hand claps over my mouth. His eyes are cold, and they make me soaking wet. He doesn’t grunt or groan, just lingers in the silence he created, putting a finger slowly to his mouth, telling me to be quiet.
Zzt.
A handcuff claps around my wrist, tethering me to the pole. A firm yank up and the other is bound.
I am not in control.
Heat floods my cheeks. I’m mortified, angry, and deathly turned on.
“You’ve been busy,” his voice purrs as he walks around me. I can practically feel his eyes on my ass.
I’m about to yell at him, but before I can, he drags both sets of cuffs to the floor, yanking my hands with them. Now I’m on my knees, completely shell-shocked.
He pulls my hair back so his lips are near my ear, his hand raised near my ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
This is all wrong. I shouldn’t be wet down there as I’m manhandled… but… I am.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, mouth open.
He slaps my ass lightly, testing whether I like it.
I do.
And he likes the moan that comes out of me.
There’s something dark about him right now, something more mysterious than when we play around at home.
Slap!
My ass jiggles, and the ripples of fiery pain make me want to give him permission to stick it in right here and now.
“Don’t move, Capri, or I’ll have to punish you again.” His even tone sends chills down my neck. “You have to know this is for your own good.”
My brow furrows as I look to the floor in front of me, cuffs jangling. I’m confused because I’ve never felt such powerful arousal without being touched. Am I twisted in the head? Has my body been leading me to this darkness all along?
Slap!
“I told you not to move,” he whispers.
I moan again, exactly how I do when his fingers touch my slit.
“I’m—I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“ Good girl.” He steps around me, the clack of his loafers prickling my ears.
I’m careful not to move my head as he stops dead in front of me. He smells like cologne and musk from outside. My man has been busy doing dark things, hasn’t he?
“You still have to pay for your crimes though.” He unzips his pants, and I can’t wait to see what my dance has done for him.
He whips it out, sending another ripple of chills through me. The heat between my legs. All day I’ve been thinking about it. Still, I dare not make eye contact with him.
As I open my mouth to receive it like an unholy communion, he bends down to slip his big hand around my throat. No pressure, no grip, just to let me know it’s there like a collar.
“You’re not scared, are you Capri?” he whispers in my ear. “You like the heat.”
My eyes bulge when another open palm whips against my fresh ass cheek. I’ve never been spanked, but I love it. My pulse is thundering through my throat, my ears, wondering what he’s going to do next.
“You answer me when I’m talking to you.” His grip tightens ever so slightly.
“I like it.” My eyes slowly find his. He’s not letting up – they’re still grey and cold.
Slap!
“You like it, what? ” He grits his teeth.
Gasping in anticipation of another hit, I wonder what he means. My brain short-circuits from the mix of fear and pleasure.
His grip tightens enough to feel my pulse intensify. His touch is callous, like he’s been moving bodies all day with his bare hands.
Then I realize what he’s asking.
“I like it, Daddy .”
Without warning, he stands to present a rock-hard cock an inch from my mouth.
I’m still getting over the hand around my throat – the heat where his fingers were still burns.
But it’s too late to think about that, because the mushroom head fills my mouth like a warm banana of pulsing skin and vein.
He shoves it deep to the point I gag, then bends to pinch my exposed nipple.
I yelp from the sudden sting.
“Do you want it to end?” he asks, pulling his rod out of my mouth, strings of saliva still tethering me to it.
Slowly, I shake my head back and forth, then open my mouth to receive it again.
“Too bad. You don’t get what you want,” he growls, walking away from me, stopping at the edge of the stage.
I remain in place, flabbergasted, tears from gagging running my makeup.
“Please, Daddy. I want it,” I say, and I’m not playing a role. I really do want it.
Spinning onto my back forces my arms to cross over my head as I’m still shackled to the pole I danced on all night. I clack both my heels on the floor for his attention, legs spread.
“Enough teasing me, Trino,” I say, breaking the spell. “I want you inside me tonight.”
His eyes widen, one flex of his cock makes it bounce like it just jumped for joy. Then his dominant demeanor resumes. He flings off his shirt to reveal a pile of block abs, then rips off his slacks to muscly thighs framing his rod.
There’s a stain on my panties from the view, his anger that I broke character, all of it .
It’ll be worth it though… because I just gave him all the permission he needs.
He stomps over in his bare feet, like he just descended from Mount Olympus, and bends down to grab me under my chin looking me dead in the eyes. My heartrate spikes – chest and breath heaving.
What’s he going to do?
He runs his free hand down my neck, past the valley between my breasts, his touch making me suck in my stomach completely, until he puts pressure on my clit, over the panties.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and when I come back, his lips are on mine. I want to break out of these cuffs and wrap my arms around his massive back, but I’m chained, making the forbidden desire that much harder to resist.
He breaks the kiss just as he pushes aside the skimpy cloth and sticks two fingers in.
I gasp.
“Free me. Let me touch you,” I beg.
It’s like I didn’t say anything, but another passionate kiss tells me he’s happy with the permission I gave him.
It’s such a whirlwind of confusion – I’m chained up, adhering to a dominant master, yet it’s all a game where I still hold the cards.
The dynamic pushes all the right buttons as his fingers massage my clit.
I could die happy right now and go to pleasure heaven.
The idea of him sticking it in – I’ve never—
“Mmph.” I bite my lip as he kisses my neck.
Down. Down. Down.
His tongue slithers around my nipple.
Farther, the skin on my stomach is so sensitive. Tender to the touch. His lips are like paralyzing strips, sending tingles all the way to my slit. When he finally makes it to my spot, I wrap my legs around his head, begging for him to suction me harder, to harden his tongue, to fuck me.
“Put it in, Trino.”
He gets up, eyeing me with that same cold expression.
His lips do all the loving, telling me it’s alright, that he cares about me, that he needs me.
There’s a moment where he teases my clit with the head of his cock, that cold stare slipping just enough as if asking.
I smile through the waves of pleasure he’s eliciting through me, and bring his lips to mine, telling him yes .
Then his cock puts my body into shock.
It slips in so dangerously, stretching my walls, penetrating deep. The low growl escaping him sends tingles all through my body. He’s just as overcome as I am in this moment, and I want more.
My head jerks back, touching both the pole and the floor as I surrender to the most pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. Trino DeMatteo, the hot dark mobster, is fucking only me .
And I’m going to make sure it stays that way.
As the mounting pressure builds up to an orgasm, I lick my lips, refusing to break eye contact, telling him that I’m the best he’s ever had.
Because I’m the treasure you had to dig for …
“You waited long enough, Daddy. Fill this bad girl up .”
He pulls my hair because I dared to demand, his eyes glittering with growing passion, then he fucks me harder.
After my first orgasm, he slows down to show me it’s not all brute force.
He’s toying with all my emotions and pleasure spots like a rollercoaster, and I’m strapped in for it.
Another soft kiss makes me relax, then when he spins me for doggie style and spanks my already beaten ass, I’m all high temperature panting again.
This is everything I could’ve ever wanted.
I’m your voluntary sex slave, Trino.
Don’t stop.