Chapter 30
Cipriana
I’m sitting on our new couch that I picked out.
Trino grunted and groaned the whole way, saying something about unnecessary colors.
Maybe he was referring to that vibrant toucan painting I had him hang on the wall, but I can’t remember.
The point is , our home isn’t a droll OCD mobster’s abode anymore. It’s Caprified .
He hates when I say that.
And I love annoying him.
Can’t help that I’m back to my old self now that the threat of the mafia isn’t looming over me. My dad is in the other room, helping me go through the invites for the wedding. Seeing his chubby frame walk about my kitchen brings a warmth to my heart I never thought I’d feel again.
Then it nearly seizes when I remember Trino cuffing me to the cabinets and gagging me hard last night.
Oh my… did I leave our toys out?
I hop off the couch and scurry into the kitchen. Smelling the cappuccino my dad’s brewing puts me into a momentary trance – like one of those cartoon animals smelling pie in the kitchen – but I snap out of it and scan the countertops.
“Everything okay, hun?” Dad looks at me with a curious eye.
Oh thank God. Trino cleaned up for me.
I put a hand to my chest. “Fine, Daddy.”
My wires are all crossed saying the word ‘daddy’ now. The hell is wrong with me? I’m not questioning why my wires are crossed. I’m questioning why I was turned on by calling Trino Daddy. Ugh , I belong in an asylum.
“Oh, oh , another one I almost forgot.” Dad snaps his fingers. “We have to include Benny and Janice Skillmen. Remember them? They visited you all the time when you were a little girl, bringing you presents and helping around the house when Mom ran off.”
“Already got ’em.” I frame my face.
“See? You don’t need me here. You got this under control.”
I sneak over and wrap my arms around his big belly, laying my head over his back. He smells warm and lovable, like he always has. Sure, I should be mad at him for putting my life in jeopardy, but it also led me to the best thing in my life. Trino.
Which reminds me. “You still keep in touch with Stanzo?” I pat his back twice.
“We’re actually quite close now. He’s a good man… when he’s not taking hit jobs from the mob. All he wants is for his kid to be happy. Does he say it like that? No.”
“Yeah, he’d be like, ‘get your mouth out of that stripper’s kitty and onto the lips of a nice woman.’”
“ Capri .”
“What?”
Little does he know I was that stripper, and now his golden woman.
“How am I going to dress you in white with a mouth like that?” He presents me, and we both start chuckling. “But seriously. I’m glad you and Trino worked out in the end. That glove of Stanzo’s must give him special premonition or something.”
“Yeah, he’s the Italian matchmaker. We’re giving him a show on Netflix.
” I giggle to myself. “Why don’t you invite him over to help?
I’m sure Trino will love to see all of us when he gets home.
” I pretend to pace around with his mean mug.
Then I stop. “Oh, I’m inviting Jacky to help us, too. Hope that’s okay.”
“Of course. She’s lovely. I’ll never understand the colorful tails in her hair, but otherwise she’s a peach.”
“Mhm.”
“Is she seeing anyone? Maybe we can get Stanzo to point out the next great couple.”
“You can ask her yourself when you get here. Usually she’s seeing ten.” I head back to the couch with my wedding catalog, my father following me with his fresh brew.
“Thank heaven we can erase that dingy little Pennsylvania wedding from our memory soon.” He shakes his head.
“I know it was awkward at first, Daddy, but it turned out to be cute.”
He pushes his lips to one side. “Not how I imagined marrying my daughter off.”
“Well, break open your checkbook.” I point to a floral arrangement that’s way too expensive. “’Cause I have exquisite taste.”
xxx
The weeks fly by. I can’t believe tomorrow is the eve before the eve of my wedding. This is it. The big shebang.
Oh Jesus.
I’m pacing around the kitchen shaking my hands like I touched something hot. I’m a mess. What if the photographer calls out sick? Or the florist gets the centerpieces all wrong? Oh, oh, oh. What if two of the mobsters get into a fight?
No, that wouldn’t happen. We were careful.
But… it could—
I’m staring at my pedicured bare feet pacing over the tile, hands still shaking to the point of pins and needles, when boof ! I walk right into a muscular statue.
I look up slowly, from his popping bare calves to the muscular thighs strangled by boxer-briefs. Before I can even get to his bulge, his fingers slip right under my skirt.
“Trino,” I gasp, spreading my legs slightly to enjoy the wet heat racing to my slit. Before I can say anything else, a white tie presses into my mouth. No. Not a tie. It’s my freakin’ garter! Where’d he even get that?
“Mph,” I groan as his index finger pushes my panties aside and slips into the tight space between my lips.
With a firm grip on my wrists, he pulls out of my slit, licks his fingers, and ties my hands together. He spins me so my ass is against his cock.
“Thought you could use some release,” he growls into my ear, making the hair stand on the back of my neck.
I’m in shock, feeling like an intruder just broke into our house, having his way with me.
With a quick jerk, my ankles are tied together too.
I’m like a hog being carried for slaughter.
He flips me into that exact position and drapes me over the island, on my back, head dangling off the edge so all I can see is his gigantic bulge staring right back at me.
He’s so freakin’ aggressive when he’s horny. It makes my mouth water.
Something dark pinches all parts of my brain, telling me to surrender as his sex slave while I’m bound.
Now he’s pulling out another tie. For what? I can’t even move. “Mph!” I shake my head when I realize it’s going over my eyes.
No! If I can’t see, how am I supposed to obsess over his caveman expression when he pounds me every which way? Half, or maybe even most of the fun is seeing how bad he wants me— oh!
I was wrong.
Something starts vibrating near my clit. If my vision wasn’t already black, I’d be seeing stars from the pleasure. Instinctively I try to kick my feet, and when it registers how tightly bound my ankles are, I start to panic.
Something brushes over my lips. Judging by the consistency, it’s not his tongue. I resist at first, because I know he likes it that way. Sick Daddy.
You’re going to have to work for it.
And my God, does he .
Pulling the vibrator away, and then flirting it back over my clit makes me thrust my pelvis upward, and when I do, two bulky fingers fill me up.
Every time this man is around me, I turn into a pleasure-seeking zombie. It’s a dream to be so in love and in lust at the same time.
Ow!
A pinch over my nipple makes me jolt. Then when his hand moves away, I realize he just goddamn clamped me!
Ow!
He did it again!
“Nod your head yes if you want me to stop,” he purrs, giving my pinched nipples a soft touch, sending a new kind of tingle through me, then grabs my head, telling me he won’t let me move it if I tried.
That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does .
I know he’d never really hold me back, but that second he pretends to, oh my . All that pinching pain translated to more adrenaline swirling around my slit.
“You’re free to answer.” He lets go of my head and rips down the garter. I know he wants me to shake my head no, but I do him one better. I open my mouth and lick my lips like his thirsty little slut, and he obliges.
His cock fills my mouth like a hose. It’s already wet with pre-cum. What a waste. It should be in my pussy marinating inside me.
Did I just really think that?
“Mph!” I moan.
It feels like I’m being fondled and filled by three different men in this darkened state. I know it’s just him, and I’d never be unfaithful, but the idea in the back of my head makes my thighs wet from leakage.
His head pegs the back of my throat, making me gag. I love gagging for him, especially when he so furiously builds up my orgasm. Every time he reapplies the clamp, I moan harder. My nipples are going to be so sore tomorrow. I’ll have a little reminder while I’m walking down the aisle.
Something only me and him will know.
Our dirty little secret.
I gag two more times before he pulls it out, inviting a wave of fresh air that makes me gasp to catch my breath. Before I know it, I’m spinning on my back with my legs held high. My feet slap against one of the dangling overhead lights.
I’m not sure what happens next. But I have some hopes.
He grips my ankles while he teases his rock-hard cock over my slit. He won’t put it in. Why?
I hate when he teases me so close to an orgasm.
“Fuck me, Trino,” I beg, and he grunts his displeasure.
When I go to speak again, he shoves the garter deep into my mouth and my body tenses the moment his warm lips cup my entire slit, then when his tongue slithers in, I’m dead. He claws into my thighs – more souvenirs for tomorrow.
Put it in, I beg in my head, scrunching my toes. Please.
I’m about to cum. Right there .
My mind goes blank and my eyes widen when he stops.
Feeling him stand again, I’m at a loss. He’s being a dick, now. It’s like our first time messing around again. “Mph!”
Something inches into my second hole. No. That’s been off limits.
He sticks his lubed-up toy in a little deeper, testing my reaction. Every uncomfortable cell in my body is telling me to nod, but the overwhelming pleasure from before lingers. The hope to climax.
Trino’s a freakin’ sex genius. Goading me into—
He shoves his cock into my slit, and I moan loud, letting it all out. He takes it as a sign to shove his little toy all the way in at the same time. I’m being double-penetrated, again feeling fucked by two Trinos at once.
Bring it on.
Thrusting my pelvis tells him a whole story of what he’s doing to me. Feeling the wetness of his pre-cum and my slit, while being penetrated… blindfolded. I’m being fucked by my captor. The dark side of my husband.
I surrender.
Make me cum ten times.
Fuck me.
Put a baby in me.
Do whatever you want .