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“I don’t fret,” he barks out in a low tone for only me to hear, then he pulls from my hold and leans forward, snatching his glass of draft beer from the bar.
As Dom takes a gulp, I motion for the little kitty to come here with my left hand. With my right, I place my palm on Dom’s leg, purposely and in a possessive manner. He is mine; at least today he is. And tomorrow night, I plan to take them both. Even if neither are mine to keep, I’ll enjoy it while they’re on the menu.
“Walk over and stand on Dom’s other side, kitten,” I tell her when she’s close enough to hear me. She follows the order like a good pet, but make no mistake, I still see the lioness lurking behind those green eyes.
Does Domenico, or does he see her like the mouse she is not?
He doesn’t acknowledge her presence, placing his elbows on the bar with his glass in front of him. Dom stares forward, but even I know he isn’t paying attention to the liquor bottles that line the shelves his eyes are on.
“Take his dick out of his pants,” I tell her, a smirk already forming on my face at the sight of horror on her beautiful face.
She shakes her head, taking a step back, but Dom surprises me by glancing her way and saying, “Pets that don’t obey their masters get punished. Do you want that, Ciera?”
I can imagine what his brown eyes, which look more black, are showing her right now. I know Dom too well. He’d never force her to touch him, and he’d never touch her without consent, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t dish out some form of sexual punishment if she didn’t comply.
She looks from him to me and then glances behind us, looking at who’s in the establishment. There is no one sitting at the end of the bar behind her, and Bennett, the bartender, is busy talking to a customer at the other end behind me. Besides the group in the back that’s with us, there is only one other table with two guys, but they’re shooting the shit and watching a replay of a football game on the television.
Domenico’s head is back to looking in front of him with a bored expression, but I know it’s a facade. He’s anything but bored at this turn of events. Sienna texted him twenty minutes ago, saying they were headed this way. I witnessed Dom’s eyes light up, and I doubt it had anything to do with our sisters joining us.
Hanging out at the Caputos’ place wasn’t what I wanted to do tonight. It’s nothing against Tony, but now that I’m the Pakhan and still fucking his son, it was too much for my headspace tonight. I’ve already slept the last four nights there, and by this time tomorrow night, Dom will be married.
“Come on, kitten. You’ve jerked me off. It’s only fair you make Dom come too,” I say, encouraging her to take the bait.
A mouse would be too scared of getting caught to do what I’m telling her to do. And she is no mouse. I just hope I’m here long enough to see her defeat whatever anxiety she harbors deep inside her.
And to find out who placed it there in the first place so I can slit his or her throat.
Finally, she steps closer. I watch as her palm slides onto the top of his black slack-covered thigh. Being as my hand is still on his opposite leg, I inch mine higher and then squeeze him. Of course, the motherfucker doesn’t move or breathe any differently with both of us touching him, as if he’s immune.
He’s not, but Domenico has perfected his mask a little too well. Showing it to me is starting to piss me off, and if our sisters and his brother weren’t here, I’d be tempted to fuck him right here in the bar, letting everyone else watch, including Ciera.
Moving her hand, she reaches for his zipper and pulls it down, but then she also unclasps the fastener securing his pants together.
Biting her bottom lip, her brows pinch together like she isn’t sure she’s doing this right. Her innocence and inexperience are just layers that add to her appeal. Every facet of her turns me on. She’s beautiful, but that’s a given looking at the package she’s encased in. At times, she’s cute too, and there’s a sweetness about her that’s foreign to me. But it’s the strength I see hidden within the depths of her eyes that intrigues me the most.
“K, do you want another?” Bennett stops in front of Dom, but he’s looking at the side of my head. I can feel his stare without turning mine.
“Yeah, pour me what Dom’s drinking,” I instruct, my eyes staying on Ciera the whole time. I’ve only had two, and since I’m driving, I’m spacing them out. I don’t trust cabs or public transportation. I don’t have a personal driver on my payroll either. “Bring the kitten one too.”
I have to hand it to Bennett, if he’s hesitant at all since she isn’t twenty-one, he doesn’t show it. Perhaps, he doesn’t know she’s only nineteen. Either way, I don’t give a fuck as long as he does what I tell him to do.
I dip my head, silently issuing another order to Ciera. If she doesn’t hurry up, one of the girls is liable to walk over here, and that would be awkward for her.
Reaching into his pants and finding the opening in his boxer briefs, she pulls his already hard cock out, her left hand wrapped around his thickness.
Domenico picks up the glass of half-drunk beer, taking a sip as he pretends he’s not affected by her touch. Any man or woman with eyesight would be affected by Ciera’s presence. I’d challenge anyone that said differently. She’s that breathtaking, and for some reason I’ve yet to understand, knowing she’s Irish hasn’t diminished my attraction to her. I guess it’s the same with Dom. I used to think he and I were enemies too, after all.
Sliding my hand up, I slip it inside his pants, below where Ciera runs her hand down his length, palming his balls. Other than his legs widening to grant me access, his face continues to stay passive. My own dick begins to swell inside my dress pants, mesmerized by the way she runs her hand up and down and then repeats her back and forward gliding motion.
Bennett returns, first sliding a beer in front of me and then stepping down the bar to place one in front of Ciera. Twisting my torso while I massage Domenico’s heavy balls, I clasp my free hand around the pint glass and bring it to my lips. Ciera doesn’t pick hers up. She’s studying Dom’s cock far too hard to even realize it’s there.
“Faster,” I whisper, then I take another sip.
Dom picks his beer back up and does the same, only he swallows a lot harder than I did. Motherfucker is lying to himself if he thinks he’ll be able to keep a straight face when we take him over the edge.
Ciera’s speed picks up as she strokes him. Her thumb runs over his tip every time her hand slides back to the base of his cock.
Lifting my ass off the stool, I stand, placing my elbow on the back of Dom’s chair as my chest touches the outside of his bicep that’s covered by a navy dress shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows.
