Chapter 31 #2
I slide the blindfold over her head and adjust it until I’m certain she can see nothing but darkness if she opens her eyes.
I latch onto her right nipple and suck as hard as I dare.
Her back arches as she moans. My left hand lifts and squeezes the mound while my right hand flicks the crop against her right inner thigh.
She sucks in a breath, and her belly caves and flexes.
Her legs spread farther apart. My lips release her nipple.
“Chica, this is entirely for your pleasure. This has nothing to do with your earlier punishment.”
“Okay.”
I chuckle at her distracted response.
“That laugh does things to me, Jandro.”
“Oh, really?”
I deepen my voice to the one I’ve used as a Dom in the past. She moans as she presses her heels into the mattress to raise her hips in her quest for her clit to get some attention.
“Yes, really. All dark and broody like your expressions. It makes me want to run my hands all over you and sit on your cock.”
I wrap my fingers around her right wrist and lift her hand to my abs. They flex as she spreads her fingers. I draw her hand down over each peak and valley, then along the V-shaped groove I know she loves. She needs no guidance when she reaches my dick. She wraps her hand around it and strokes.
I groan.
Fuck. I want her so damn much.
Take your time.
Don’t end this because you can’t control yourself.
My head falls back as I close my eyes, my turn to be deprived of one of my senses. My keen sense of smell registers a mix of shampoo and her natural scent. I hear our soft pants. I feel her soft palm surrounding my hard-on.
I want to taste her.
I want to be tasted.
I climb onto the bed and shift over her until I’m partially reclined. I lift her and turn her until she’s kneeling with her cunt in my face, her mouth inches from my cock. She reaches out and finds me again. With no prompting, we dive in. She practically swallows me whole as I lap at her pussy.
She must have Kegeled to keep from dropping the balls while I moved her.
That makes me think again about how tight her cunt gets when she’s about to come. My cock twitches, and she hums. I flick her clit before licking it with the flat of my tongue. I thrust my tongue inside her as her head bobs.
The head of my cock brushes the back of her throat, and I wish she could relax enough to swallow me. Instead, she strokes the part of me that’s too much for her. Perhaps in time…
I lick the full length of her cunt, my tongue stopping as it passes over her rosebud.
Her ass clenches at the unexpected intrusion, but she quickly relaxes.
I spread her ass cheeks as I play with her clit again.
I picture thrusting into her ass while teasing her with a vibrator.
I know I’d feel it through the thin wall.
I’d experience what she was. It would add another layer of intimacy.
“May I come, Jandro?”
“Yes.”
I rub my stubble against her inner thigh before sliding my hand around the front of her to rub circles over her clit. I thrust three fingers into her as my tongue dips into her cunt beside them. She sucks harder and faster. It takes all my resolve not to come yet.
“I’m coming!”
I let her ride out the euphoria before repositioning her to ride me reverse cowgirl.
She braces herself against my thighs until she’s following the rhythm I set.
Then she leans back, her hands searching for my abs.
Her fingernails graze over them, making them flex of their own accord.
She arches her back, trusting I’ll support her as she slides her hands up to my chest. My left hand slides down from her waist until I reach her clit.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
“I am, chiquita.”
I feel the Ben Wa balls as I press them against her G-spot.
It’s an unfamiliar sensation because I honestly forgot they were still inside her.
I like it, and from the way she’s shifting restlessly as I thrust into her, I know it’s affecting her too.
I lift her hands from me and move her arms forward as I sit up.
I wrap mine around her, my hands coming up to cup her tits while I kiss her shoulder.
She moves her hair over her opposite one.
I nip with my lips and teeth until I get to her earlobe.
“Mine, Vita.”
“Yes.”
I wrap my right hand around her throat, and like earlier, she leans into it. This time, I keep the pressure light. It’s more symbolic than controlling. Her left hand reaches back over my shoulder to cup my head.
“Mine, Daddy.”
“Completely. Forever.”
“Am I truly your girlfriend?”
“Absolutely. You’ll be my wife as soon as you’re ready.”
“In the morning?”
“Maybe evening. Give your parents a chance to get here.”
There’s a jeweler in the Diamond District who’s made a killing off the Four Families since we give him a revolving door of business.
Or at least we have for nearly eight years.
That’s coming to end soon, but I don’t doubt business will pick up again in about twenty years when the youngest generation shops for their rings there.
I’ll happily contribute to the man’s retirement fund in the morning.
I force my ever-strategizing mind back to the present. She twists toward me as though she’s looking over her shoulder, but the blindfold keeps her from seeing me. Even with her eyes covered, I can read her expression. It’s not surprise. It’s determination.
“Don’t suggest something you can’t promise, Jandro.”
“It might not be tomorrow night, but it will be soon, Vita. Nothing will keep me from claiming you, keeping you, and loving you.”
My arms encircle her waist, preventing her from doing more than breathing.
Even then, I steal her breath with my kiss.
It’s enough for us to both come. I fill her cunt until it’s dripping down my cock.
I gather her hair in one hand and end the kiss.
My lips find a spot at the top of her back where a shirt will cover.
I suck hard enough to bruise, marking her in a place only we’ll know about.
I give her four more, forming a circle. A symbol for the rings I’ll put on her finger. No end and no beginning.
A mission of this proportion can’t be rushed if we want all the moving parts to work together.
It’s been a month since Patrick died. It’s been a month since the last attack on Vita and me.
We’ve been lying low in the condo most of that time.
I haven’t proposed, and we haven’t eloped.
We agreed to wait until everything’s settled before getting engaged.
We don’t want to begin the next phase of our life with upcoming battles looming over our heads.
So much togetherness could wear on people’s nerves.
But we’re doing well together. I have a gym in one of the spare bedrooms, so we work out together and alone.
Both of us favor two workouts a day when we get the chance.
We’ve stuck to running on the treadmill rather than exposing ourselves while running outdoors.
It’s not as though we haven’t seen daylight or breathed fresh air. We go to the grocery store together and run other errands as needed. We have an entourage with us now. We sense when the other needs space. And if we don’t, we communicate well, so we’re not trampling on each other’s toes.
“Jandro, what do you want for dinner tonight?”
She names two Venetian dishes, while I suggest two Colombian ones. The two she suggests, sarde in saor and bigoli in salsa, are sardine dishes. My revulsion is immediate. She laughs and admits my reaction is the same as when she hears about the little green crabs she hates.
We’ve been learning more about each other’s upbringing and cultures. I’m not quite an honorary Italian yet, but I can do more than just swear in the language. She’s definitely an honorary Colombian since she’s learned our accent and many colloquialisms to add to her already fluent Spanish.
“Jandro, I love our time together, but won’t your family expect you to get back to work soon? Won’t you have some trips to Colombia coming up?”
She’s deduced much of what I do when I travel there. I’m my tío’s fixer and chief negotiator in our homeland, the land of cocaine and honey. Fuck the milk; you can get that anywhere. It’s ground zero for our largest enterprises. I don’t need to explain what I’ll do when I’m there.
I haven’t divulged all that’s planned for our retribution.
My family agreed Vita should know what’s happening with hers.
She’s aware we intend to buy their support.
When the time comes, she’ll put in a good word for us.
We hope once the Mala del Brenta fall to us—I mean ally with us—the others will take the cue and accept our help.
For now, the price of peace for them is keeping any future squabbles away from my family, which now includes Vita.
“No, chiquita, there’s nothing pressing. You know I’ve been working from home a lot. Nothing emails and phone calls can’t handle.”
South America’s been shockingly quiet lately.
Ever since we eliminated Tío Humberto—my mamá, tios, and tía’s tío—nothing’s boiled over.
It was a reminder that anyone we don’t consider family will meet a violent end.
He committed fratricide and murdered my abuelo along with having a hand in Tío Esteban’s murder.
Tío Luis has reminded a few people of their place within the prisons, but beyond that, there’s been no need for me to handle anything in person.
She assesses me skeptically, and I know she believes I’m downplaying things, but I’m not. All things considered, there haven’t been any other fires to put out lately. It’s actually making the men in my family twitch. This much calm usually comes right before a storm. But so far, so good.
“Will you hand me the eggs, please?”
I pass the carton to her before chopping plantains.
“I admit, Jandro, you’re far more domestic than I expected. Domestic and domesticated.”
I playfully growl at her and snap my teeth.
“Yes, I don’t think it’ll take much to housebreak you.”
I chuckle. “I can cook and clean, chica, especially if you agree to wear that French maid’s outfit I got you. That feather duster has your name on it.”
She giggles, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Last night’s roleplaying was among the best so far. I’ll gladly scrub the toilets from now until eternity if she lets me use feathers on her again.
We’re seated at the table when my phone buzzes. I pull it from my pocket and read the text.
“I tempted fate, didn’t I, Daddy?”
She’s taken to calling me that more often since we’ve had privacy here. I love it every time she does. It has nothing to do with age play or a DDLG relationship. That’s not our thing. It reminds me of the trust she’s placed in me and how far we’ve come.
“It’s time, chica. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, but I’ll call and text when I can.”
“I appreciate that. I know radio silence is actually a good thing.”
In our world, no news is good news.
“We can finish dinner, then I’ll take you to my parents.”
It didn’t thrill her at first when I proposed she stay with my parents while I’m gone.
However, she listened to my reasons and agreed that with no family here and her only friends being the Mancinellis, she didn’t have the resources in place if something were to go wrong.
She’ll have men I trust guarding her, but it’s not the same as my cousins being there for her. Plus, I don’t want her to get lonely.
I’ve spoken to Carmine, and between his grunts, I got him to agree to look out for her in the case of an emergency and for some reason she couldn’t get to my family.
He’s also agreed to make it easy for Vita to visit Serafina at either of her bakeries.
I survived dinner with them here two weeks ago.
The women had an animated conversation after being apart for so long.
Carmine and I managed not to stab each other with our butter knives.
Once we’ve loaded the dishwasher, we grab the bags we packed a few days ago and head to my parents’.
Everyone’s meeting up there, so Vita and I said our private goodbyes earlier today.
We’ve been doing that every morning, noon, and night in case that was the day I had to leave.
I force myself not to picture what we did earlier when I handcuffed her to our bed.
We got a new headboard and footboard set just for that.
If I do, I’ll wind up with a raging hard-on in front of my parents and my tíos and tías. Just the thought of Vita does that to me. When I see or hear her, or catch a whiff of her perfume, I’m practically baying at the moon. I’ll never get enough of her.
It doesn’t take long for my cousins and I to say our goodbyes and take off.