Chapter 9
DAMIANO
Seth’s and my phones buzz with notifications at the same time. That means it’s either work-related, or Madison.
I’m relieved when I look at my phone and see Madison’s name on the screen. Seth smiles, too.
Her text reads, Do you have the number of the woman who was at the theater with her husbands?
I find Edmund Layton’s number and send him a text, asking for his wife’s contact information. I’ve met Danica a couple of times, and I think she and Madison would get along well.
“You got that?” Seth asks.
“Yes. I’m texting Layton now.”
“Good.” Seth pauses, tapping the top of my desk. “I’ll tell Madison that if she wants the information, she needs to meet us here.”
I look up from my phone, curious.
He taps the top of my desk again. “I feel like bending her over and fucking her brains out. How about you?”
My dick twitches with interest. “I think we would all enjoy that. Yes, do ask her to meet us here.”
Seth smiles as he types into the group chat. His message arrives a moment later. We’re working on it, little girl. But we need to see you here at our office to securely deliver the information.
Devious.
Madison writes back, Of course. I’ll be right there, Sirs.
I add, From the moment you walk through my office door, you will do everything we say.
Yes, Sirs.
Twenty minutes later, we have Madison completely naked, kneeling in the middle of my office in a beam of weak December sunlight. She looks like a bratty goddess.
“Put your hands behind your back and hold them there,” I say.
She does as I ask, her gaze flicking between Seth and me.
I unfasten my slacks and pull out my cock. Gripping the base, I step forward until I’m right in front of Madison. “Open your sweet mouth for me, bella.”
Her lips part. I rub the head of my cock over them, groaning at the softness of her lips and the sexiness of this visual.
Seth steps over to us. His cock is out as well. I lean back slightly, allowing him a turn.
“Stay still, little girl.” He stares down at her. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. To safeword, tap my leg. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slides his dick between her lips, stroking her cheek as he does so. After he’s sure Madison is comfortable, he begins pumping in and out, his cock wet from her saliva, gliding easily.
I kneel down next to Madison, running my hands over her ample tits, tweaking her hard nipples. Her thighs flex.
“Is your cunt feeling empty, bella?” I whisper in her ear.
She can’t talk around Seth’s cock, but she moans, “Mm-hmm.”
“Let me see what I can do about that.” I trail my fingers down between her breasts, over her soft stomach, to her mound. There, I play in her wetness, rubbing lightly over her clit before finding her slippery entrance. I plunge my finger inside, all the way to the knuckle.
She moans again. I finger-fuck her while Seth fucks her mouth. She breathes hard and fast through her nose, her body tensing up.
My phone rings, interrupting my concentration, but I don’t answer it. Whoever it is can wait.
Seth pulls out of her mouth. “I want to fuck your pussy, Miss M. Lean over Damiano’s desk for me.”
She eagerly gets to her feet and bends over, her bare chest pressed against the smooth wood to the side of my monitor.
Seth gets behind her, cupping her ass cheeks and making admiring sounds. “So beautiful, little girl. God, look at you, open for me like a gift. I can’t wait to fuck you until you scream.”
As he presses inside, her mouth drops open. She makes soft sounds of need—little moans and whimpers that delight my ears. She and Seth form a sensual image together and I stand to the side, watching. I could watch them for hours.
My phone rings again. This time, I check the caller ID. “Quiet, bella. I have to take this call.”
Her eyes widen into big pools of green as she realizes I’m truly about to answer my phone.
Seth continues fucking her, his pace relentless. Her tits shake with every one of his thrusts.
“Remember to be quiet.” I meet Madison’s gaze before swiping my screen to accept the call from Edmund Layton. “Yes, this is Romano.”
“Damiano, please tell me, why the fuck do you want my wife’s number?” Edmund’s voice is cheerful and friendly, but I detect a note of possessiveness.
“Ah. I’m close with someone who would like to get in touch.”
Madison looks over at me, curious. But I’m not going to explain. Her discomfort will be even greater if she believes this is a business call.
“Your girl, you mean?” Edmund asks. “The one you were with at the movie theater?”
“The very one.” The woman in question is currently biting her lower lip, trying not to cry out as Seth pinches one of her nipples.
He laughs. “You couldn’t just fucking say so, could you?”
“I was hoping you would call to inquire.”
“Of course you were. I’ll text you Danica’s number in a minute.”
“Thank you—we would appreciate that.”
“Well, tell me how things are going,” he says. “Business is good?”
I flick a glance to Madison and Seth. “Everything is great.”
“Glad to hear it. Hey, since I have you here, I’d like to talk about a potential job. My restaurant is hosting an event for some important folks from Caperna.”
Royalty, he means. Anyone important from Caperna is royalty. I wonder if his event involves the princess, or one of her six brothers.
He continues, “It’s a legit job, nothing shady.”
“I know.” Edmund’s businesses used to be tied up in crimes run by his family, but he severed those links before he and his buddy Troy married Danica.
“So you’re looking for extra security?” I ask.
“Yeah. I know you deal more with foreign missions, but Ironwood’s bodyguards are stretched thin with other work at that time. Is Nove available?”
“We could be. What’s the date of the event?”
Madison gives me an indignant glare. Seth sees her bratty expression in the reflection from a picture frame, and spanks her ass. The resounding smack fills my office.
“What was that?” Edmund asks.
I chuckle. “You could probably guess.”
“Fuck man, am I interrupting? Well, obviously I am.”
“It’s no problem.” I wink at Madison. “I have all the time in the world.”
He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, I get it. So for that event, we’re looking at New Year’s.”
“I’ll check our calendar. Actually, wait just a second. Seth?”
“Yeah?” Seth doesn’t pause his thrusting.
“New Year’s—an event at Layton’s restaurant. We have guards to spare that week, yes?”
“I believe we do.” He squeezes Madison’s ass, right over the fresh, pink handprint his smack left behind.
She whimpers.
I shoot her a warning look. “Send me the details,” I say to Edmund. “We’ll work up a proposal for you.”
We say our goodbyes and I end the call before facing Madison. “You weren’t as quiet as you could have been,” I tell her. “Did you want my business associate to hear you getting fucked?”
“No, Sir.” She shakes her head. “I tried to be quiet, really.”
“I think you were too noisy,” Seth says. “All those sounds you made. And we know you’re a little exhibitionist, don’t we?”
She whines, “I tried not to make a sound.”
“She wanted to be heard,” I say to Seth. “Maybe I should call Edmund back, and ask him to listen to our girl getting fucked over my desk. I believe our girl would enjoy that—wouldn’t you, bella?”
“Fuck, you should feel the way she just tightened around my dick,” Seth says. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Madison. Come if you can. If not, you can wait until Damiano feels like giving you release.”
She moans as he starts thrusting harder—her rhythmic sounds matching his pace. I stand back, watching her tits bounce. She looks incredible draped over my desk like this. I never want to forget this view.
Soon, Madison cries out in ecstasy. Seth thrusts a final time, groaning. He steps back, gesturing that I can take his place.
Madison’s been bent in the same position for so long, I worry that she’s uncomfortable.
I turn her around and set her on the edge of my desk.
This is perfect because now I can see her beautiful face as I ease inside her cunt.
She’s sticky, wet, swollen. Her face is flushed and strands of hair stick to her cheeks. Utterly gorgeous.
“I will make you come again, bella,” I whisper, kissing her cheek and trailing kisses to her lips. “Be as loud as you want. All of the building can hear you cry out.”
She smiles, grabbing onto my shoulders as I start up a fast, solid pace. I couldn’t go slow unless she asked me to—I need her too much. Watching her with Seth has driven me to the edge of my control.
I love her. I love her more than I’ve loved anyone in my life.
I tell her so with every thrust. Sometimes I speak in English, but mostly Italian.
I think she understands my meaning as she comes, crying out and clinging to me.
I think she understands as my cock pulses with my own orgasm.
I think she understands as I empty into her with everything I have, everything I am.
As Seth and I gather her in our arms afterward, our breathing slowing and our heart rates settling, I vow that I will never let anything bad happen to her. I will do everything in my power to protect her and make her happy until the day I die.