8. Paolo
Chapter 8
Paolo
I walked out onto the deck area of the bungalow and lit a cigarette. “We need to head up to the dining area in about thirty minutes.”
Earlier when my phone rang pulling me from Sonali’s embrace, I’d come back out to the main room to find her painting. She’d only left the chair a couple times to go to the bathroom. Sonali placed her brush on the table next to her. “Wow, I can’t believe how time flew by. It’s so peaceful sitting here painting.”
I’d sat inside the bungalow playing the damn ninja game and watching Sonali as she worked out of the corner of my eye. It took all of my self-control not to throw her over my shoulder and walk back into the bedroom. “You will have many more days to paint. Let’s head to dinner and see what information we can get from Callie. I’m sick of tending to this fucking character. I need to know if there is a faster way to power up.”
Sonali threw her head back and laughed. “I think that would defeat the purpose of the game. Is there a dress code for this dinner? I still don’t have anything to wear.”
Jared had sent me a text that they all planned to go the club after dinner and the women would be in fetish wear. “There is an outfit in the closet for you to wear. The restaurant is tied to the club and the dress code for the evening follows what is required for the club. If you don’t feel comfortable, I can go to the dinner alone and get the information.”
Sonali rose from the chair and strode to the closet. “I’m supposed to wear this.” She held up a black see through dress which would make it impossible for me not to be rock hard the entire time we were eating.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand.”
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she proceeded to pull the t-shirt she was wearing over her head revealing a black lace bra. She placed her thumbs in the waist band of the yoga pants she wore and shimmied them down her legs leaving her standing almost naked. Only a thin piece of black lace covered her ass. Sonali pulled the dress from the hanger and tugged it over her head. The sheer material did nothing to hide her panties or her bra.
The kiss we shared earlier was like I’d gotten kicked in the stomach. Her standing almost naked in the middle of our room was pure torture. My fingers itched to reach out and yank her panties off leaving her more vulnerable.
“Fuck, you look sexy as hell,” I grunted.
Sonali walked over to the mirror and spun. “I’ve spent many summers at Cap d’Agde. I don’t have an issue with nudity, but I’ve never been to a BDSM club. Do you think I should wear the dress like this or …”
My mouth dropped open as she bent over and slowly dragged her panties down her legs, but she didn’t stop there. She unhooked her bra and worked it off under the dress. Her back faced me. I wanted her to spin around, so I could see her breasts covered in the thin material.
“Turn,” I demanded.
She spun on her heels and her hands dropped to her sides giving me a full view of her plump breasts covered by the thin material. My eyes skimmed down her body noticing her clean-shaven sex.
“What do you think? Should I put the bra back on?” she asked leaning down to grab it from where it had landed on the floor.
“Off …” I paused, my mouth watering. “But I think one thing needs tweaking.”
“And what might that be?”
I didn’t respond immediately instead I closed the gap between us. My hand hovered over her, but not touching. I leaned close, my mouth near her ear. “Can I touch you?”
She nodded.
My hand slid over the lace on her hip and pulled her closer. “This dress fits your curves perfectly. The only thing I think could make it even sexier is this.”
I dragged my hand up the side of her waist and across her ribcage until my fingers traced the bottom of her breasts. Her breath hitched as my fingers circled her nipple. “These nipples need to be the focus and they aren’t hard enough.”
Sonali’s tongue darted out and ran across her lips. “What do you think I could do to fix that?”
A soft moan escaped her lips as I pinched her nipple between my fingers and did the same to the other. She leaned into my hand when I let go, as if she wanted me to continue. If I didn’t step back soon, we wouldn’t make it to dinner. I’d have her spread across the bed.
“Now let’s go.”
In New York I had access to models and celebrities, but none of them affected me the way Sonali had. She was like a forbidden fruit I couldn’t stay away from.
Sonali rested her hand on my shoulder as she put on her heels. Even with the additional six inches she was still shorter than me.
Neither Sonali nor I had left the bungalow since we arrived. On the walk to the restaurant, we saw more couples scattered around. A few lounged naked on sun chairs. Sonali gasped as we walked past a couple near the trail. The woman was on her hands and knees while the man pushed his cock into her asshole.
“Do you want to stop and watch?” I asked her.
Her cheeks turned bright red, “Wouldn’t that be rude?”
If I had to venture a guess, anyone having sex near a walkway enjoyed being watched. “No.”
She chewed on her blip for a moment. “But we would be late.”
I’m sure nobody would care if we were late. There was a chance someone in the group would not be on time. Especially if the woman they were with was as sexy as Sonali looked. “It turned you on to see them having sex. I didn’t plan on taking you to the club, but maybe after dinner we can go and watch. From your reaction a moment ago, I wonder if you are a voyeur.”
Watching others have sex had always turned me on. A few of the women I’d played with in the past, I didn’t mind watching them with someone else before I took them. But the thought of another man touching Sonali made my blood boil.
“Whenever I went to Cap d’Agde I would get turned on by the people around me.”
My hand rested on the curve of her back, and I traced my finger over her skin. “Would you go to bed at night thinking about the people you saw and play with your pussy?”
Sonali lowered her voice. “Sometimes I couldn’t wait until I got home, so I would go out into the ocean and take care of myself.”
Brandon and Sasha stepped onto the trail cutting us off and not giving me time to respond to Sonali. My brother pulled me into a hug. He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black pants. Sasha wore a black mini skirt and no top but had small weights dangling from her pierced nipples. Leaning in to hug my mostly naked sister-in-law was like having a bucket of cold water poured over my head.
“Sonali, this is my brother Brandon and his wife Sasha.”
Brandon pulled Sonali into a hug and Sasha did the same.
When Sasha let Sonali go, I stepped to her side and rested my hand back on her lower back. Brandon raised his eyebrow, but didn’t ask what was between us. He knew she was a client and not my girlfriend.
“When did you two get in?” Brandon asked.
“Late morning, around the time you were spanking Sasha near the pool,” I shot back.
Sasha’s cheeks pinkened, but Brandon didn’t even flinch at my words. “This is our first time away from Melisa. Which hasn’t given us time to start working on a sibling until now. So be prepared, you might be seeing us have sex a lot.”
“How old is your daughter?” Sonali asked.
“She turned two a month ago. I would show you pictures, but this outfit doesn’t have anywhere to put my phone. It is back in the room.”
Sonali giggled, “These outfits don’t give us any room to carry things.”
Brandon told him about a case he was working on and that he would need to head back to Houston in a couple days. Him and Sasha came to the island to find out what was going on. While we chatted, Sasha and Sonali were talking about kids. The conversation flowed so easily between the four of us. Until I felt the tickle in my throat. I didn’t plan on my brother knowing I was sick. I pulled out the black handkerchief from my pocket and brought it to my mouth before I coughed.
Sonali turned and rested her hand on my forearm, and I could see the concern in her eyes.
“You, okay?” Brandon asked when I finished coughing.
“I’m just getting over a nasty cold. Can’t break this cough.”
Sonali mumbled something under her breath I didn’t hear, but I wasn’t about to have her repeat it again.
Brandon glanced over. “It could be from your smoking. We lost so many years being apart. I sure would hate to lose you early, because of those damn cigarettes. My daughter needs her uncle even though you don’t come visit.”
This conversation was heading down a path I had no plan going on. I lucked out that we had reached the restaurant. The hostess wore a black PVC dress. “Do you four want a booth or table?”
“We are meeting Mr. Black for dinner,” Brandon said.
“This way. He is in the back room.”
We followed the young lady through the dining room. Only a few people were eating. At one of the tables a woman kneeled under the table giving the man eating a blow job. Another table the Dom brought a fork up to the Sub’s lips and fed her each bite.
When we reached a set of black doors, the hostess tugged them open. Inside was a large circle table. Jared and Kayleen sat next to each other. A man and woman I didn’t recognize sat to Jared’s right. Thomas and Callie sat to the left of Kayleen.
Kayleen jumped up from her seat and rushed over and gave everyone hugs. She had on a black bustier top with strings crisscrossed in the front keeping it closed. “Come join us. Jared just put in the order for the table. The restaurant here serves the food family style. He ordered enough to feed thirty people.”
I led Sonali over to the table and I sat next to Thomas Riker and she sat next to me. Sasha sat next to Sonali.
“Thank you for joining Kayleen and I for diner,” Jared paused for a moment to help his wife back into her chair. “This is Master B, he is also one of the owners here.”
Sonali shifted in the seat next to me. I swore she was about to say something, but she clamped her lips back together. Her eyes narrowed at the man across from us. I leaned and whispered in her ear. “Do you know him?”
Her jaw clenched for a second. I missed what Jared had said. The man he introduced as Master B had his eyes glued on Sonali.
“No. I thought I did for a moment.” She answered back.
She lied. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew what she said wasn’t true. I would find out why later.
Callie cleared her throat, “Paolo, Antonio and Kat had said it was important that we meet. They didn’t explain what it was about over the phone.”
I glanced at the guy across from me and his date. Not sure I wanted to discuss the mission in front of him. Honestly, I wanted to smash my fist in his face.
Jared must of saw my internal struggle. “You can trust Master B with the mission. I invited him here tonight because you wanted a conversation about the security of the island. The lady next to him is Jasmin, she works for the island and is his sub Jasmin.”
“Yesterday, two men claiming to be FBI came to AA Security to hire us for a mission. But they were really CIA. They stated they’d tried to reach out to you, but you wouldn’t take their call.”
Eight servers walked into the room, each carrying two platters. They set the food down in the center of the table. Two of them grabbed bottles of red wine and filled each of our glasses.
When they walked out of the room Callie spoke. “Two men claiming to be FBI reached out and wanted full access to our servers. They didn’t have a warrant and wouldn’t tell me what they were looking for. That would be a breach to my users’ privacy.”
Jared leaned forward and filled a plate with food. He placed it in front of Kayleen before he filled his own plate. Then he leaned back in his chair. “Did they tell you what they wanted?”
I heard Sonali’s stomach rumble, but she didn’t reach for any food. Before I answered him, I turned toward her. “Do you need me to fill a plate for you?”
She shook her head. “No just nervous after yesterday.”
“I promise the food is safe.”
She hesitated for a second before she filled up her plate. I knew I had to eat too, but I still had no appetite.
“We don’t think they told us the truth. According to them someone on server 333 is running guns and drugs through the app,” Paolo stated.
“Bullshit,” Thomas barked.
Callie patted his arm. “I must agree with Thomas. He has to listen to me ramble about protocols I put in place, so trafficking is not happening though the application.”
I nodded. “AA Security joined 333?—”
“Mother fucker.” Jared barked. “Now we know who is behind that alliance. Let me guess Alligator Queen is Kat and your alliance is the killers,”
Each state is a place where new kingdom is created, and every month’s states compete against each other. Inside of the state there are alliances. These alliance also compete with each other to who will run the state and organize the players during the state vs state competitions.
I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from smiling. “Isn’t the game supposed to be anonymous?”
“So much makes sense now. The state chat has been unhinged mostly because of Alligator Queen. She is taking people out left and right. She has also sent in multiple requests to the developer chat about wanting the game to allow her to have a pet alligator. But back to the game. Every day new states open, and people join. Many don’t go back and join older states unless they are moving around to find an active one. This one had a group that destroyed it, and active players transferred away. So we took it over as our own state to play in. We were surprised when a batch of new players showed up.”
Sonali drank the last of her wine and the waiter walked over to fill it again. I leaned closer to her before I whispered, “If you want to go to the club later you are only allowed to drink two glasses.”
She nodded and told the waiter she didn’t want any more. I reached under the table and rested my hand on her bare leg. My fingers trailed along the inside of her thigh.
I turned back to Callie. “Is Ninja Ned part of your group or someone from before transfer.”
Callie opened her mouth to answer, but Master B cut her off. “He was on another state before it merged with the current state. He doesn’t chat much, but what did they want with him?”
On the outside the guy appeared chill, but I could tell it was an act. This fucker was hiding something and I sure as hell didn’t trust him. Even if everyone else at the table did. “According to the CIA, he is the one running the guns. They want his identity.”
Thomas and Master B glanced at each other. Before Thomas spoke this time. “He barely logs into the game. I know our group’s talked about kicking him out of our alliance. You would think he would be active if he was using it for something like that.”
I didn’t know what Ninja Ned was up to, but I knew something was there. “Callie would it be possible to get a copy of Ninja Ned’s private chats? I won’t turn them over to the CIA. Just to look at and make sure there isn’t anything.”
Before she answered she glanced at Master B. “Each of my games has a board of five developers. We set the rules before we develop the game. This one we created for privacy. Even if I wanted, I couldn’t access it without each person on the board inputting their code. We head back to Houston tomorrow. I can meet with the team and ask, but I am not sure you will like the answer.”
“I would greatly appreciate you trying.”
For the rest of dinner, the conversation changed to stocks and when Jared next planned to send a rocket up. My fingers kept a tracing on the inside of Sonali’s leg. Later when I got back to the room, I would report everything to Antonio. I also planned to corner my brother later to see if he knew what the hell was going on. During dessert Callie’s phone dinged and she glanced down and groaned. Apparently, Kat was going after their alliance.
When dinner came to an end Master B offered to give me that tour. The girls were going to wait for us in the lounge of the club. Kayleen was going to explain the club rules to Sonali while we were surveying the grounds.
I pulled Sonali into a hug and kissed her deeply before we split. She followed the women out of the room. Master B excused himself to use the restroom. While he was out of the room I turned toward my brother.
“Are you in on it with them?” I asked.
Brandon narrowed his eyes. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think you are, but are you in their alliance group?”
“Sasha and I are both in the group. Neither of us play often, so I honestly can’t tell you much about anything. Other than Ninja Ned is in the chat each day. I don’t think it is only Master B hiding something. Thomas and Callie seemed to be helping him.”
“I agree. What is Master B’s real name?”
Brandon scrubbed his hand over his face. “I only met him yesterday. You would have to ask Jared. My guess is he doesn’t want this island tied to his real name. Not sure if you will get your answers.”
Probably wouldn’t, but Jared did make a mistake. He claimed he was one of the owners. I would send CJ on a hunt to figure out who this guy was. Once I knew I couldn’t trust the people around the table I didn’t bring up how Sonali was connected. If Master B wasn’t coming with us on the tour, I sure as hell wouldn’t be leaving Sonali alone either. Deep down I hoped something came up bad on the guy so I could take him out myself.
“Ready?” Jared asked when Master B walked back into the room.
I was ready to figure out what he was hiding.