THE ITALIAN BOSS

CHAPTER 2: THE MAFIA OF NAPLES

MAURIZIO FERRARI

I groaned, throwing my head to the back and closed my eyes.

I was sitting on a one-seater couch with a red-haired signora kneeling between my legs, giving me the best of the bestest blow jobs ever. But, the mood suddenly changed when the girl's face appeared in my head. She's been stuck in my head since the very last time I met her at my restaurant. It was my first time seeing her and now she is gone but still f*cking messing up with my brain. She better stay as far away from me as she can, because if we ever cross paths I surely am going to rip her p***y apart.

I held the girl's head and pressed it hard against my head.

"F*ck!"

She tries freeing herself to breath, but I am deep-throating and until I see her passing out from air blockage, I ain't letting go.

Oh, Ana… this is how I am going–to–f*ck–you. I thrusted three times before I pulled out of the girl's mouth. I don't even know her name.

She falls on the floor and holds her neck, coughing. Her tears stream down her face and I don't give a f**k.

"Puttana (wh*re), I don't have all night. Get the f*ck on the bed and give me an inviting position."

I got on my feet and seeing that she was taking her precious time, I quickly pulled her by her fluffy hair and threw her on the bed. She whimpered. "You tried to kill me!" She says in her saw throat.

"Yeah, I tried but I didn't. Now show me that pu**y, before I really kill you this time." I take off my t-shirt and grab her by the legs to the edge of the bed. She falls on her back and shrieks.

Her lips are very inviting; pity I don't kiss one night stands. Which is why I take them to hotels, never my house. This is what I do with girls, no scratch that – I mean ho*s who throw themselves at me because all they see is money on me. They are everywhere, making my d*ck hard. I wink at them and they end up deep throating me. I am not all about knowing them, but they know me. I am the mother f*cking Mafia in this city, my city! I can get whoever I want, whenever I want and f*ck them everywhere I want. When I am done with them, I move on like nothing happened.

After I wear a condom, I slap the red-hair girl on either thighs and grip on them. I am going to hurt her.

I flip her around and make her lay on her stomach and smack her but twice. She screams out, making me wonder what will happen as soon as I enter her. I part her legs wide and position myself to enter her from behind. She's got nice ass by the way.

"Oh, yes baby… I can feel you." Baby? Did she catch feelings so quickly? Man, all I do is f*ck and forget… no strings attached.

I close my eyes and I start imagining myself in Anastasia, thrusting twice as hard than I should be. I squeeze her butt, tearing that pus*y apart, because she deserves it.

I pull her body up and arch her back. She balances on the bed with palm. She screams loud when I start humping, our skin slapping against each other. "You're big!"

"Yesss, Anastasia!" I blurt out.

I didn't just do that now did I?

The girl jumps off my grip and looks at me shocked. "Look, that's a total disrespect. Not that it has anything to do with me, but if you have a girlfriend or a wife, you don't get to mention either of their names here!"

Blah, blah, blah!

"Are you done? Now come back here and let's finish what we started." I say, firmly.

"I think we are done! I'm getting out of here." Leaving, with my d*ck hurting to release? She must be f**king with me – pun not intended.

"You are done, but I am not. Now, I am going to give you five seconds to bring yourself back to me or I fetch you down there – which won't be nice. Which one is it going to be?"

I started counting; but the girl was shocked at my proximity when I held her neck against the wall, squeezing it. Five seconds for who? They don't call me Two-Sec for nothing.

"When I tell you to do something, you obey me okay?" I warn her. I can feel her naked body shiver against mine.

"You are hurting me, signore." (Sir.) Her eyes prinkle with tears.

I instantly got agitated and slapped her on the cheek. "Wrong answer! You were supposed to say, Yes Signore." With my hand still on her neck, I pulled her and threw her against the couch, her face hitting the armrest. She sobs, but I don't have all night. I want to f*ck her and release the steam.

Before that, I took my cigar which I had left on the table and lit it before I put it in between my lips and puffed the smoke. My d*ck is still proudly up, but the condom has fallen off. We need a clean one.

While I am smoking my cigar, standing nakedly in front of this mami, with my d*ck shamelessly pointing at her, I order her to open another condom.

"Now, put it on me using your mouth." As scared as she is, she complied.

She knelt before me. As soon as her lips with the condom came in contact with my p***s, I heavily started breathing and I held her head helping her push the condom further. She gagged when my member touched her uvula.

"Lay on your back on the couch and spread yourself as wide as you can. I want to see that pink c*nt calling me." I again ordered her. Being disturbed by my ringing phone, I grab it from the small table and answer it with the other hand, as the other is now on my member, preparing to enter the warmth of the v****a.

She has her legs spread, brought up to her chest and hooked with her arms. One could never miss the fear in her eyes.

"Hold on….." I say to the person on the call. "Count till three, then I am coming in." I say to the red-head girl. I remove the cigar and put it on the ashtray on the small table next to the couch.

"1; 2… aaahh!!!!" When she didn't expect it, in that two seconds I shoved my huge self inside her and I am not going easy. I am already giving her hard thrusts. "Lower your f**kin' voice, woman! I am on a phone call." I don't even bother to slow myself down. I just keep on going.

"Bruno! Talk to me. How is business going?" I ask now talking over the phone.

"Did you seriously put me on hold for a puttana?" Bruno asks, sounding very irritated.

I lean over and thrust in circles, looking directly into the girl's teary eyes with my cold-forest eyes.

"I can even make you wait until I am done. Now say what you called for before I fired you for disturbing me." I grunt over the phone, feasting on the breast with my mouth.

"Le mie scuse, capo. There is someone here in the office today causing rivalry, saying she wants to see the man in charge." (My apologies, boss.)

"F*ck!" I groan.

"Boss?" Bruno asks.

"I'll be in the office tomorrow."

"But….." I throw my phone on the couch, not wanting to hear anything further that he wants to say.

"Signore, you are hurting me." She puts her hands on my chest, but abruptly I hold them and put them in a pinion position.

Ignoring her irritating cries, I bury my testicles with my d*ck in her p*ssy and pump in faster, stretching her inner walls.

"If I want to call you by any name, you will accept that am I understood, signora?" She nods.

I pinch her n*****s and ask: "What was that?"

"I will accept! Aaahh!" She winces.

"Your name is Anastasia. Say it!" I command.

"I'm Ana… Anastasia!" That's right!

Her body loosened up and trembled uncontrollably. A hot gush of liquid erupted on my p***s and, invading me to follow suit, filling up the condom with my sperms.

I collapsed on her, heavily breathing on her neck. Once I had gathered my strength and breath, I pulled out and got up.

I took my wallet and took out the money that was in there, probably £200.34 (R3000). "Here… take the money and get lost. "

"You are a bastard!" She shouts, wiping her tears.

"I get that a lot. Now, you either leave willingly, or I make you."

"You hurt me!"

"For two seconds, I almost felt sorry for you, but I remembered if you don't leave now, I will hurt you way more than I did. When I get out of the shower, I want to find you gone." I left her laying on the couch crying.

After my shower, I went back to the room and I found the lady gone. I also need to check out of this hotel and go to my house.

What? You thought I live here? Nah, I have my own private mansion waiting for me. I just don't bring hoes to come and mess up my house.

I gather all my things and walk to the door. Opening the door, I am met by two male police officers with the girl I just banged. The police gasped in shock to see me.

"Signor Ferrari?" (Mr Ferrari?) One of them called me.

"Signori?" (Sirs?) I give them a questioning look.

"Do you know this signora here?" They seem so afraid and that is irking me, because they are wasting my time.

"No." I bluntly say.

"He harassed me!" The red-headed girl shouts for the entire hotel to hear.

"I did no such thing. I don't even know this woman. Please stop wasting my time, I have important things to attend to. Please exit my hotel, because you are making my guests here uncomfortable. With that being said, I would also like to open a charge against this woman for lying about me. I want her locked up this whole month for pulling up a stunt like this."

"What!?" She acts so surprised.

"Signora, you are under arrest for defamation of character. Everything that you..." The officer tries to preach that practiced speech about law, but the woman is already throwing tantrums, screaming and fighting – insulting me.

No one dares to bring me down and succeeds in it. The law is under my payroll. Everyone worships the ground I walk on. I am Maurizio 'Two-Sec' Ferrari after all.

***

Next day, I was forced to go to the office and see the girl that I found everyone complaining about. I had Bruno, the manager, come into my office to tell me about her.

"Signore, the signora claims that her late father worked here and demands answers apparently about the trust fund. She did not disclose much. She only wanted to talk to the boss."

I shake my head. This is something that they could have settled without me.

"What did I teach you about business, Bruno? This you could have resolved on your own."

"Signore, she was too adamant and stubborn to listen to any of us as soon as we told her that the CEO of the company was not available."

"Just leave! You are useless!" I wave my hand, dismissing him.

I open my laptop and check on my emails. Just as I was about to call my receptionist, she knocks once and opens the door, peeping her head in before she asks: "Signore, can I come in?"

"Loveness, come in!" I give her permission. She catwalks over to my table in her mini maxi-dress that's revealing too much of her skin. "Loveness, can you please schedule a meeting with the CEO of Guerrero And Son Traders."

"When would you like to have the meeting and where, signore?" She goes through the tablet in her hands.

"When am I free? I would like the meeting to be held at their offices." She lifts her eyes at me.

"You have a clear schedule today and in the next three days."

"Mmh…" I got on my feet, because I couldn't stop staring at her thighs. I walk around to where she was standing and look at her. "Today would be a short notice don't you think? Make it happen in the next three days then." I moved very close to her.

"Yes, sir." She vigorously nods as her breathing pattern changes when my hands land on her bare thighs. I lean over to her ear and whisper: "What did I tell you about wearing skimpy clothes when you come to the office?"

She whimpers when I spank her butt.

"I thought you were not coming in today, si-signore." Her voice sounded so shaking, turning me on. I really love it when women get so nervous around me. They make me feel and believe I am dominant to them.

"Oh, but signora this is my office and I can come here any day at any time that I want." I raised her skirt up and pushed her against the table, bending her over it. I earned myself a "Aaahh!".

"I'm sorry, capo." (Boss.)

"Uh–uh, Loveness. You don't listen and you know what happens when you don't listen."

With her butt fully exposed to my face, I unbuckle the leather belt off my pants and hold it right on my hand. She is even wearing a g-string. Goodness, who was she trying to impress? She is my slave, mine alone!

"Is this what you do when I am not around?" I whipped her on her smooth medium butt when she did not expect it most. She screams, standing up right.

"No, I am sorry. I will never wear these again." She says, crying.

I bend her over to the table again, she balances with her hands on either side of my glass table.

"You are making a noise. I don't want you disturbing my employees." I whip her at least twice before my landline phone rings. "Stay like that." I warn her crying face before I walk around my table to answer the phone.

"Yes?"

"Sir, the signora is back. Can I send her to your office?" This is now the receptionist – the face of my company.

"Okay." I dropped the call. I turn my gaze to Loveness who is giving me begging eyes to let her go. I wouldn't, but I have someone coming up so I have to.

"Fix yourself and get out of my office." I put back on my belt and toss wipes at her so she can fix her damp face. I have a mirror in my office bathroom, she can use it.

***