The Mafia's Bride

Sleepover

I gasped as he pulled back and looked at me. It was as if a fire at lit, and I was uncontrollable.

"I want more!" I demanded.

"Be a good girl, say please, Daddy." Nico growled.

"Please, Daddy, I need more." I asked.

he ripped my clothes in half and groaned.

"You have perfect t**s baby gir." He laid me down and kissed down my neck, licking and kissing down to each of my n*****s until I felt like I was screaming.

"Nico! more!" I gasped.

"Ah, ah ahhhh." he tutted.

"Daddy, I want more, please."

He lowered his hand as he kept flickering and sucking my n*****s.

I felt a single finger part my p***y lips and it was like a flood gate had opened.

"Ohh, baby girl, you're very wet." he moved up and kissed me on the lips as he slowly rubbed my clit. I felt my hips arch, and my eyes flickered shut as a wave rolled through me.

"Oh, my GODDD!" I screamed as I came, panting and sweating.

When I looked up, I saw Nicos dark eyes boring through my soul.

"More?" he asked.

"Can I have a small break, please, Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes," he agreed and pulled back, "I'm going to get us some drinks.

He left the room and came back with two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

he popped the bottle and poured the glasses before handing me one.

I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. I'd never tasted alcohol before.

"Okay," he set down our glasses, "Let's get back to it."

I laid back down, but this time, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

his thic chest hair pressed against my face.

we began kissing again. This time, he seemed more loving, more soft.

he let his hand wander my body until it found its way back to my womanhood.

He banned slowly moving his finger again, but I was starving for more.

"Daddy," I whined, "I need your finger inside me!" I bit back a moan.

He held my head so he could watch me as he slid a single finger into my tight hole.

He worked it in and out a few times before he pressed another finger in. my hands clenched as she stretched me, bit by bit.

Then he began a sweeping motion, rubbing against a part of me, I didn't know I had.

"You're so f*****g tight!" he groaned and I could feel his hard c**k poking through his underwear.

his hard on rubbed against my thigh as his fingers massaged me from inside.

I let out a guttural sound and came for a second time. This time, he licked the c*m from his fingers as he watched me catch my breath.

I suddenly felt so tired that I needed to just close my eyes for only a moment.

***

When I opened my eyes the lights were off, Nico was beside me fast asleep. The bedside clock said it was early in the morning.

I quietly got out of the bed, hoping I wouldn't wake Nico.

I went over to the window and peeked behind the curtains. Below was the street, the cars and people looked like tiny insignificant bugs.

I jumped, startled when I heard a voice begin to speak.

"Do you like the view?" Nico's groggy voice moved closer, I could feel his presence standing right behind me.

"I'm not sure," I admitted.

"Come back to bed?" he asked.

"Oh," I turned around to rest my hand on his chest, "I thought maybe you'd want me to go back to my room." I glanced at the door thinking about leaving.

"If that's what you want," Nico sounded a bit disappointed.

I'd rather make him happy, so I stayed.

I got back into bed, still naked, and snuggled down.

as I was falling asleep I felt a strong arm wrap around me and pull me across the bed. Nicos warm body encasing mine.

"il mio piccolo gattino," he whispered into my ear.

***

The next time I woke, Nico was gone. I found a note beside the bed.

"Going to work, I'll be back tonight." was all it said.

I went back to my bedroom and put on a set of lingerie, red lace, and gold accents.

Then I went out to the lounge room and put on the music. I spent a few hours on the pole before I stopped at the sensation of feeling watched.

When I turned around, I found a man standing there, staring at me, who looked much like Nico but thirty years older and a much colder gaze.

"Where's Nicoli?" he snapped.

"At work," I squeaked.

"Leave," he demanded.

"I can't, I'm not allowed." I tried to explain.

"No, you will leave, my son does not need a live in whore." he practically spat at me.

"I'm not a w***e, I'm his." I cringed.

"I don't care, leave!" he yelled at me.

"I can't!" I left to my room, but the man followed.

"You will leave now!" he insisted and grabbed my by the wrists and began dragging me towards the elevator door.

He pressed the button and waited.

when the elevator doors opened, Nico stood as angry as ever

"Come, Osi!" Nico yelled at the man who instantly dropped his grip on me.

"Kitten, my father needs to talk to me, go to your room."

I nodded and scurried to my room, where I put on a hoodie and pair of bike shorts.

"Kitty!" I heard Nico call from the lounge.

I held my breath as I walked out to find Nico and his father sitting on the couch.

"My father wants to meet you," Nico motioned to the seat beside him for me to sit.

I sat and turned to look at his father.

"I am very sorry," He spoke with a thick Italian accent, "I did not realise you have a," he glanced, unconvinced at his son, "relationship with my son."

I tried to go along with it, "It's okay," I gave him a smile, unsure what to do or say next.

"Yes, well, in any case," he spoke, but he was cut off by Nico.

"He's invited us to a family dinner tonight." Nico finished.

"Oh," I nodded.

"I expect to see both of you attend." His father announced before standing up, "I'll see you both soon."

"What exactly did you tell your father?" I asked.

"That's a need to know baises." he walked into my room and began rummaging through the clothes he'd gotten me.

"Well I need to know," I insisted.

"No you don't, you're forgetting your place." He stopped looking through the clothes and sighed.

"None if this is good enough, Come on, we're going shopping."

***

A few hours later I found myself standing in front of a mirror. The girl in the mirror wore a blue, floor length verssace gown.

"Do you like it?" the sales man nervously asked.

I turned my head to reply before I realised the man wasn't talking to me. he was talking to Nico.

As if I were doll who had no say in what she wore.

"I'd prefer the black," I stated as confidently as possible.

"Oh, no, miss, it would be a crime. No, this blue goes with your eyes and skin tone. Wearing the black is not an option"

I turned to Nico, to see what he thought.

"I agree with the professional," he smirked and left to look at the shoes.

"I'm just a very messy person, I'd hate to ruin the fabric." I sighed and went to go change out of the dress.

"Don't bother changing out of the dress, we're going to the dinner from here so just stay in it. Come try these on," he held up a pair of white heels.

I stalked over to him and slipped on the heels. He didn't ask if they fit properly before he went over to the cashier and paid.