Chapter Twenty-One
Manny Trubello prided himself on being untouchable. He had spent a great deal of time and money building an impenetrable shield around himself and his business. Ranging from lowly cops to billionaires and politicians, he had an elaborate network on his payroll and under his thumb. If anyone dared to cross him, they ended up tortured and dead. If it was a particularly heinous betrayal, he would take his wrath out on someone they held dear. He had been so ruthless no-one had crossed him for several years…until now.
He possessed a keen sixth sense, and when he suspected someone was up to no good he’d put them to the test. Though Boris Federov was under his umbrella, he was free to run his Russian gang however he chose. But Manny had spies high up in Boris’s camp. When one of them reported hearing Boris talk about stealing a priceless necklace in Manny’s vault, he sent in one of his men to pose as a buyer.
Boris had taken the bait.
Now he was dead and his crime family was in chaos. Manny would send in a crew and take over. But there was another mobster in the mix. Franco Giancana. Though they’d been childhood friends, Manny wasn’t about to let him take over Boris’s family, and he knew he’d been trying.
Then there was Donovan Blake. His spy had told him Boris had hired the well known billionaire to steal the necklace. Though Manny had wondered why Donovan would be interested, he didn’t ponder the question for very long. He’d learned people did all sorts of things that appeared to make no sense, and Donovan had been on his radar for a while. The man owned one of the most successful BDSM club’s in the country. He was considered the King of Kings, and Manny wanted the title.
He’d deal with Franco first.
Franco and Boris had been embroiled in a power struggle, but to the victor go the spoils.
Manny was the victor.
Boris’s family and money now belonged to him.
To eliminate any doubt, Manny planned to tell Franco in person.
An invitation to the Masquerade Ball had already been delivered.
“Manny? What’s wrong?”
Turning around he saw his long-time girlfriend, Candy Bright, walk into the room. Though her real surname was Barrow, Manny always used Bright. She’d brightened up his life when they first started dating, and that had never changed.
“Just business shit,” he muttered. “Get over here.”
As she sidled up to him he stared down at her bounteous breasts. Even after the years they’d been together, he was still utterly enamored with her curves.
“Does my manly man need me?” she purred, moving her arms around his neck.
“Damn right, I do,” he growled, reaching around her waist and jerking her against him. “Why the fuck are you so hot?”
“You ask me that all the time,” she replied with a giggle.
“Only because I still don’t know. Stay here.”
Marching back to the door, he turned the bolt, then hurried back to his desk and unplugged his phone.
“But, Manny, what if someone important calls?”
“Too fucking bad,” he grunted, grabbing the bottom of her tight-fitting T-shirt to pull it over her head, but suddenly stopped.
“What is it Daddy?”
“Damn I love it when you call me that.”
“I know, that’s why I do it.”
“I think you need your big, beautiful ass spanked. Come with me.”
Grabbing her hand, he led her to the display case against the far wall. It held valuable bronzes, expensive figurines, and brass plaques given to him following generous charitable donations. Reaching up to the third shelf, he turned a bronze horse, then pushed. As the case moved into the wall, a light came on behind it revealing an empty space.
“We’re going down to the vault?” she asked breathlessly. “Ooh, what a wonderful idea.”
Walking forward and grinning at her, he pushed it back into place.
“Daddy, why don’t you make it so you don’t have to push it every time?” she asked as they started down a circular staircase.
“I’m not that lazy. More importantly, it’s safer.”
“Is it? Well, no-one could ever call you lazy.”
“No shit,” he muttered as they walked into his room of treasures. “That’s why I brought you down here,” he declared, walking slowly towards the magnificent necklace. “I want you completely naked, except for that. Strip for me, baby. Strip for me the way you did at the club where I found you.”
“I need music.”
“I know. I’m getting it now,” he promised, sitting on the bench in the middle of the room and searching his phone.
As the sound of a sexy saxophone filled the space, she began to sway to the melody. Slowly peeling off her clothes, she draped them around his neck, promising a kiss, but pulling back, continuing to luridly tease him until she was completely naked.
“You are so fucking good at being bad,” he grunted, then grabbing her wrist he yanked her over his knee. “Do you need a spanking?”
“Yes, Daddy, I need a spanking.”
“How hard.”
“Very hard, Daddy. I need to be spanked very, very hard.”
With energy surging through his loins, he landed his flattened palm in a steady rhythm, moving it from cheek to cheek, savoring her cries and loving the sight of her pale skin turning scarlet.
“Oh, daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” she wailed, writhing on his lap. “I promise.”
“You have such a great ass.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Fetch me the necklace, and now it’s time to call me Manny again.”
“Yes, Manny.”
Sliding off his lap and moving to the display case, she purposefully swung her hips from side to side. Not taking his eyes off her, he rose to his feet and stripped off, then idly stroked himself as she ambled back to him.
“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured, handing it over.
“And it belongs on someone just as lovely. Turn around.”
Placing it around her neck, he closed the clasp, then moved her back to face him. The double row of diamonds formed a perfect V, dropping down to the large stone lying perfectly at the top of her cleavage. Gripping her breasts, he lowered his head, placed his mouth over her nipples and hungrily devoured them, one after the other.
“Suck me, baby. Suck me just like I sucked your tits,” he grunted, raising his head.
As she fell to her knees and began lustily tonguing his hardness, he gripped her hair and guided her movements, savoring the lewd attention for endless minutes…until he felt his orgasm looming.
“I need to fuck you,” he suddenly exclaimed. “Straddle me.”
Placing her T-shirt on the leather bench and sitting down, he held her waist as she took hold of his member and slowly impaled herself.
“Make us come!” he commanded, clutching her breasts. “Do it.”
She let out a cry…then began to move. He knew she loved following his orders, and as he nibbled her nipples, he instructed her to move faster.
“Manny….”
“I know,” he growled, feeling himself at the edge and pulling back to slap her large mounds. “Don’t stop until you come. You hear me? I want to hear you come.”
“Oh…oh…Manny… please may I.”
“Fuck yeah!”