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His driver is waiting for us by the time we get outside, as are his two massively intimidating bodyguards. They scowl at me as if I’ve personally offended them. I wonder if they must suspect me of being some secret Russian assassin or something.
“Get it,” Nicolo demands curtly and follows me into the black tinted-windowed SUV that screams mafia.
Nicolo commands the driver to head to a place he calls Incognito as soon as the door shuts behind his burly bodyguards. The ride is short, and we pull up outside another highrise in the posh neighborhood of Lincoln Park. From the looks of it, Incognito is in the basement level of the building. Nicolo places his hand on the small of my back to guide me down the steps into what I’m assuming is some sort of nightclub.
As soon as we enter the establishment, I know I’m wrong. A bell chimes quietly above us as we open the door, and the woman that approaches us a moment later is dressed in an outfit made of shiny leather that barely covers her hips, thighs, and breasts. Metal links connect strips of leather from the bra-like top to the half-sized miniskirt.
“Nico,” the woman purrs, her thickly eyelined eyes closing partially, making her look even more seductive. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Tiffany,” Nicolo says with a nod.
Tiffany strides toward him like a runway model, her legs brushing together as she puts one thigh-high boot in front of the other. “You here for a little fun?” she asks, her eyes flicking toward me briefly for the first time.
“Yes, we’re here to book a room.”
Is it me, or does Tiffany look disappointed?
“Of course,” she purrs and steps up to a small podium to scan a book lying open there. She scribbles a small note and flashes Nicolo a smile. “Right this way.”
Tiffany leads us down the rest of the stairs into what could almost be some kind of bar if not for the patrons. Cushy booths line the walls, and high-top tables fill the center of the floor. Couples sit at each of the occupied tables, the women leaning in toward their men, most of whom wear fancy suits and Rolex watches. But the girls are what catch my eye. If I stitched together every piece of clothing on these women, I still might not be able to make an outfit to cover all my flesh.
But the women don’t seem to mind as they nibble on their partners’ ears and massage the men’s inner thighs. My pulse quickens as I start to wrap my mind around what kind of place this must be, and my palms begin to sweat.
Tiffany leads us through the lounge area to a dark hallway that reminds me of a cave. Everything about this place does, from the dim lighting to the dark walls and the cool air that smells faintly of salty minerals.
Something snaps behind a door to my left, making me jump, and a cry follows instantly, making my stomach drop. Tiffany doesn’t even seem to notice, and Nicolo doesn’t appear to mind as he continues to press me forward, the palm of his hand burning into my back in comparison to the chill air.
As we continue down the hall of doors, a steady female moan issues from a door to my right, and I’m not sure whether it’s out of pleasure or pain. I shiver, curling in on myself as I dread what we’re walking toward.
“This is your room,” Tiffany says, gesturing to an open door on the right near the end of the hall. “Enjoy. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything at all.” Her voice drips with honey, and her hand grazes Nicolo’s shoulder as she turns to walk back down the hall.
I hesitate for a moment as Nicolo’s hand presses against my back. But I can’t refuse him. I made a deal, I know. To protect my daughter and all the people I love. I can’t say no.
Wrapping my arms defensively around my stomach, I step inside the room and find contraptions I’ve never laid eyes on before–some kind of bench with black leather padding along the top, a person-sized wooden X with straps attached to each corner, something that vaguely resembles a swing but with no proper seat. One wall is dedicated to whips, handcuffs, and various forms of restraints, along with what looks like some kind of horse bit with a rubber ball in the center of it. Sex toys, I realize as goosebumps ripple across my flesh.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I whirl, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as I meet Nicolo’s burning gaze. His hazel eyes are almost green, and I’ve come to associate that with his rage. My stomach quivers at the thought of being trapped in this sex dungeon with Nicolo while he’s angry.
“You’re mine,” he states coolly. “And if you don’t do as I say, I will punish you. If you continue to fight me, I will punish the ones you love until you give in.” He lets the silence linger as the information sinks in.
I start to tremble uncontrollably. I don’t know what’s about to happen, and I’m terrified.
“Take off your dress,” Nicolo demands as he strides closer to me.
Reaching behind me, I unzip the delicate fabric and pull it down over my shoulders and arms, then my hips. It pools at my feet, and I step out of it. With the plunging neckline of the dress, I wasn’t able to wear a bra, and now I stand in my high heels, practically naked, with only a new pair of lacy black undies to cover me.
Nicolo’s jaw tightens as he looks me up and down, taking in the sight of me. My arms raise automatically to cover my exposed breasts.
“Don’t,” Nicolo commands. He takes one last step, bringing us face to face, and when his eyes meet mine, the hunger in them makes my heart hammer against my ribs.
His fingers gently graze my breast, brushing across my nipple. I close my eyes, swallowing hard to try and choke down my shame as excitement flickers to life inside me. His hands explore me slowly, almost tickling in their gentleness, and my stomach begins to quiver beneath his touch.
I open my eyes as Nicolo leans in to brush my ear with his lips. “Suck my cock, little bird,” he murmurs.
My breath catches in my chest, paralyzing me for an instant, but I know I can’t refuse him. Slowly sinking to my knees, I unbuckle his belt. Nicolo sheds his fine Italian suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a bench, then goes to work unbuttoning his dress shirt. I focus on my task at hand, pulling his cock out of his boxer briefs, and this time, I know to wrap my lips around my teeth as I open my mouth.
I glance up as I take Nicolo’s hard length into my mouth, and my heart flutters uncomfortably at the sight of his exposed chest. He was lean in high school, strong, but now, he’s transformed into bulging muscle and washboard abs. A shiver of arousal trickles down my spine.
Nicolo’s fingers comb into my hair as I move up and down his cock. He hasn’t told me to put my hands behind my back, so I brace against his thighs as I blow him. He groans, his hips rocking at the same rhythm as my motion.
