Chapter Six
NICO
M y poor wife. And pathetic me. This whole time my wife has thought that maybe there was someone that I wanted to connect with or even entertain in my business before she came along. Yes, I fucked many of those women, but not in those rooms. The rooms are built for an illusion, to build a parallel world where you are with whoever is in that room and a connection is found. That’s what creates regulars.
How pathetic of me to not have seen this longing in my wife’s eye for so long. It may have been dormant, but I know Emelia, and each time she laid under me or over me, I should have sensed that she wanted all my lasts. Every single one. I should have also known that she had new desires to be tended too.
“Mr. Valiente, sir. It has been some time, how are you this evening?”
Mr. Coleman, the owner of the most prestigious hotel in all of Seattle. I know because I paid for it to be built and it is one of my top local businesses revenues. Each penthouse is updated every few years to stay up to date with modern designs and trends.
“I’m fine. I need a penthouse. The three-bedroom Luxor suite.” I emphasize.
“We have someone in that room, I can move them to a different suite and comp them a night if you are okay with that, sir?” Mr. Coleman is one of the many men I do business with, and I can firmly say he is one who never hesitates to accommodate. Most times people who work for me are less problem solving and more seeking for me to solve the issue.
“That will do. Mrs. Valiente and I will be checking in at eight p.m. tonight. I have a list of items I want there before we enter the room.”
“Ready for the list, sir.”
Good. I rattle off the few items I will need.
“We will see you shortly, Mr. Valiente.”
“Hmm,” I respond, ending the call. My cock is still hard, and I know it will stay that way until I finish all the things I am arranging to do with my wife tonight. My fucking nymph of a wife.
My next call answers on the first ring. “Giulio. Call the nanny back, also, I will be needing detail outside the Golden Frames Hotel tonight. You can stay at the penthouse with my children and with Farren and James while Emelia and I spend the night at the Hotel.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I need you to have the items I text you delivered to the Luxor Suit by seven forty-five p.m..” Good thing Giulio is discrete and far from a prude. Ever since he met his wife, I’ve overheard their conversations.
“Will do. I will send my wife and her detail to grab them for me.” Well trained and mindful of the sex toys I am asking him to get to use on my wife.
“Good. If there are no hiccups, I will let you off the leash for a week to spend with your wife.” We never thought Giulio would get married, but he did. And he changed in front of my eyes. He was always on his A-game but since his wife, that has magnified, and he is more aware, alert, and she has him just as wrapped around her finger as Emelia has me.
The trained killers, submissive in the hands of their women. How poetic.
“The boys are having fun, we are almost done here then we will be on our way home.”
“Good, they need to be asleep by nine.”
“Sounds good, anything else, sir?”
“No.” I end that call and head back to the bedroom. Opening the door, Emelia is pacing holes in the floor.
“Nico.” She’s breathy, waiting on pins and needles.
“Pack my bag for me, my love.”
“Of course, um, do you know what you want?” I sit in the rounded velvet chair in the corner of my room.
“I do. Casual.”
“Sure.” She looks confused and I smile sinisterly as she turns to grab my bag in the closet.
“Oh, my love?”
“Hmm?” She turns, waiting on bated breath.
“Naked. Pack your husband’s things, naked. Like a good girl.” That breath releases and she lets out a moan.
“Yes, sir.” She begins to remove her clothes, and I open my cigar box next to me on the glass table and bring it to my lips, watching her all while lighting my Gurkha Royal Cigar. I have three of these cigars and I only smoke them on rare occasions, the last time? The day Emelia married me.
Each one cost just over a million dollars, infused with Himalayan Tobacco. I loosen my tie, place my ankle on top of my knee and tilt my head, taking in the first long drag. The smoke fills my lungs, and I let it stay there for a moment. Her breasts fall free from her bra and all she’s left in is her silk panties.
Her round stomach is lined with thick, deep red stretch marks and they remind me of the scratches she will leave down my back tonight while I bruise her gorgeous cunt. Her thick and marked with dents, thighs rub together under my hungry gaze. Where I sit is just in front of the curtain and it blocks out half my body from the sun. Emelia can only see half of me and the billows of smoke leaving my cigar and lips.
“Take off the panties. Bring them to me.” She doesn’t speak, staying silent, but following orders. Taking one step, I tsk at her. “Put them in your mouth. And crawl to me.” Ever so slowly, she brings the material to her mouth and slides the panties in. Tossing her hair to one side, she drops to her knees, taking her time, almost as if she’s hesitant.
“Move. Now.” I growl. She jumps a bit, and I can see all the arousal bumps rising over her skin. I watch her heavy breasts sway with each knee she takes forward.
“Do you taste yourself?”
“Mmhmm,” she moans around the panties.
“You taste good, don’t you? See why I love that slutty cunt?” Emelia cries, her eyes watering. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with her tonight. Pay her back with my sorries for not giving her this sooner.
Setting against her calves when she reaches me, she waits for my next instruction.
“Good girl.” I lean slightly and take the material from her, and we keep our eyes locked on one another. I bring the panties to my nose, and I inhale deep. Cherries and her natural pheromones. My favorite fucking thing.
“Stand. Turn. And bend over.” This time she doesn’t hesitate. Standing to full height, she turns and bends, her cunt swollen and her clit peeking out between her pussy lips.
“One day, I am going to tattoo my name on your sweet little pussy.” I tell her, smacking her ass so hard she screams.
“Nico!”
I do it again. The skin raises, red and in the shape of my handprint. “Get to packing.” I lean back again and resume my position, taking in a drag of my cigar. I watch her pack my things on quivering legs the entire time.
Sweet Regina, we have only just begun.