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I also want him happy, more than anything else.
“I want you to get ready to leave for the honeymoon,” he tells me over breakfast, his face still creased with concern. “We’re going to leave later today—I’ve adjusted everything to reflect that. I think it will be safer if we’re outside of the country. Get packed while I handle some last-minute business things, and then we’ll go on a relaxing vacation while my men and my contacts sort this out here. How does that sound?”
“It sounds good,” I tell him, and I mean it. Itdoessound good—time spent away from this place and the mixture of good and bad memories that linger here, time spent with Alessio, without anything to do but simply enjoy each other. Even with the stress of feeling as if we need to leave sooner rather than later, I’m looking forward to it.
“Good.” He stands up, giving me a quick kiss. “I’ll be in my office.”
I have every plan to let him be until it’s time for us to leave, until I have all of my clothes and toiletries and other things packed, and realize that I don’t know where my passport is. I don’t even really know if Ineedit or not—some things like that don’t necessarily apply to the wife of a mafia don flying in on a private jet, but I’m not sure. I have everything else in my leather tote bag for the flight there—a soft cashmere sweater, a book and headphones, my identification, and the credit card I have for emergencies, though I doubt I’ll need that, either.
I assume Alessio would know, so I head downstairs to his office. I have a feeling if it’s anywhere, it’s kept in my father’s old office, but I don’t really want to go poking around in there myself. I still haven’t been in there again since that awful night.
When I knock on the office door, he doesn’t answer. I wonder if he’s stepped out for a moment—the door isn’t locked, so I step inside and immediately see and hear that he’s on a call. He’s leaning forward over his desk, the phone on speaker, and he looks up at the sound of my footsteps, his face instantly creased with confusion.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, give me just a moment.” He taps a button on the phone and then turns towards me. “Did you need something, Gianna?”
I flush, feeling as if I’ve interrupted him. “I just—I had a question about my passport. I don’t know where it is, and—”
I trail off, seeing the expression on his face. It’s the sort of stern expression that sends a pleasurable quiver through me, making my hands tremble a little, but more with anticipation than fear. I can tell that there’s going to be consequences—and I also have a feeling that I’m not going to hate them.
“I know where it is,” he says calmly. “But also, this is a question you could have asked me later. If you’re going to barge in and interrupt my meetings, Gianna, it needs to be for a good reason.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. “I’m sorry,” I tell him contritely. “I can go—”
“I don’t think so,bellisima.” Alessio sits back down in his chair, gesturing to the desk. “I’m going to give you a perfectly good reason for being in here. On your knees,dolce, under the desk. You can finish what you started this morning and suck my cock while I finish my meeting. Just be a good girl, and be quiet about it.’
My entire body is thrumming with anticipation from the moment I realize what he wants, my feet already propelling me forward. I slip under the desk as Alessio moves back into place, giving me just a moment to unzip his suit trousers and slip my hand inside before he goes back to his call.
I hardly notice what they’re talking about. Something to do with business numbers and shipments—nothing I care about—but from the moment I take Alessio in my mouth, teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue, I’m buzzing with pleasure, my entire body flushed and hot. I keep quiet, just as he told me, but I can tell thathe’shaving trouble keeping quiet too—his thighs tense, and his free hand balled into a fist against his upper leg—and that gives me a thrill. I’m on my knees beneath his desk, but I have some power over him too, and as I slide my mouth further down his cock than I have before, trying to take more of him into my throat, I feel him stiffen and twitch.
I can feel how wet I am, too. Every time I do this, it turns me on—the feeling of having Alessio in my mouth makes me ache. I slide my tongue over him, wanting to feel every ridge and vein, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking the way I now know drives him crazy. I can feel the way his hips jerk when I do it, his quick breath that he hides with a cough, and I can tell from the way he throbs in my mouth that he’s getting close.
I could tease him a little.It’s a wicked thought, one that could get me in trouble, but I can’t resist it. I slow down when I’m sure that he’s on the edge, licking along the sides of his cock and fluttering my tongue beneath the tip instead of sucking, and when I see his hand clench against his thigh, I know it’s working. He might punish me later for it, but it’s worth it for the pleasure in the moment, and a part of me likes the idea that Alessio might punish me.
I slide my mouth down again, taking more of him, and the ache between my thighs builds, the pleasure that I’m inflicting on him turning itself back on me. The desire builds, the feeling of teasing and toying with Alessio’s cock, the knowledge of what I’m doing—going down on him while he’s on a business call, pleasuring him while he goes about his day—driving me wild with that throbbing, aching need.
Before I can stop myself, my hand slips under my skirt, my fingers sliding beneath my panties.Just a touch, I tell myself, forgetting that I’m not supposed to touch myself at all without permission, losing myself so thoroughly in the pleasure of what I’m doing to Alessio, the sensation of having him in my mouth, the filthy idea of all of it. I slide my fingers over my clit, gasping a little around his cock, and once I feel that first burst of pleasure under my fingertips, that heat spreading through me, I can’t stop.
It almost feels like I’m in a daze, rhythmically sliding my mouth along Alessio’s length as my fingertips toy with my clit. This time when I feel that he’s close, his cock stiffening even more between my lips, I don’t stop. I’m lost in pleasure, his and mine, and my fingers move faster, my mouth tightening around him.
I don’t mean to come. But when I feel that first burst of heat across my tongue, the taste of him filling my mouth, I tip over the edge before I can stop myself. I squeeze my thighs around my hand, forcing myself not to moan, not to cry out, the pleasure rippling through me as Alessio tenses and comes down my throat without a sound, still carrying on his business meeting above me, and that only intensifies my orgasm as I shudder with pleasure beneath the desk, the thrilling humiliation of it all drawing it out until I’m trembling, slipping my soaked hand out from under my skirt as I keep Alessio’s cock in my mouth.
I stay that way until his meeting is done, kneeling between his legs with the evidence of my disobedience on my fingers, keeping his soft cock warm between my lips as he finishes his call. I hear him hang up, and he pushes his chair back, his cock slipping free as he reaches down to tuck himself back into his suit trousers and zip up.
Alessio looks down at me, and I already know I’m caught. I can tell he’s trying hard not to smile as he reaches for me, taking the hand I used to get myself off—intentionally, I’m sure—as he helps me up off of the floor. “I would say you were a good girl, Gianna,” he murmurs. “But you weren’t, were you?”
There’s no point in lying. I shake my head slowly, and he raises my hand to his lips, flicking his tongue over my fingers. “You were averybad girl,” he murmurs, shaking his head, and I feel my cheeks flush red.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and Alessio lets go of my hand, turning me gently to face his desk.
“I know you’re going to make mistakes, sweetheart,” he says softly. “I’m not angry with you. But you do have to be punished. Have you finished all of your packing?”
I nod. “Everything,” I whisper.
“That’s good.” He reaches for my skirt, lifting it up over my hips, and I feel his fingers hook in my panties, tugging them down gently. “Now, I’m going to spank you—fifteen strokes, for coming without permission. Then you’re going to take all of your clothes off and go lay on that lounge facing me. You’re going to stay just like that for the rest of the day, for me to use whenever I feel like I need a release. And when I’m all done, we’ll go upstairs and clean you up, and then we’ll leave. Is that understood?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I’m not going to be allowed to come, am I?”
Alessio shakes his head. “You already had your orgasm, sweetheart. No more for you, not until we get to Greece. You’ll lay there and take my cum, and think about how you’re going to earn back your orgasms.”
