Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

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I watch him lick his fingers and it turns me on.

As usual I don’t know what to think.

The moment I start and my brain comes back from the high it’s been on, he covers me back up, fixing my dress.

He does that and acts like nothing really happened. Nothing more than what we’ve been doing.

Nothing more than him sucking my breast and fingering me in front of people.

Yes, of course I’m wet. Apart from what he did, it was also the fact that people were watching.

There was a waiter with a tray of drinks who seemed to be making his way over to where we’d come from. Where his brother was.

The man passed by but watched as Nick sucked and fingered me.

There was something insanely arousing about being watched. I almost get the drift of this place.

I don’t know what’s supposed to happen now. I know what will happen at some time tonight and I made sure I took my birth control a little earlier than planned. I ordered a couple more packs from the doctors today too, so I don’t have a day where I run out or cause to be late.

With my lack of sex since Chad left-yeah it’s been a year since I had sex-I’ve been slacking. The other day Chloe told me she read somewhere that women on the pill had better skin because of the extra estrogen. Since I could no longer afford to buy beauty creams, I figured I’d get back on track with my daily pill dosage.

Who would have thought I’d actually need it for the purpose it’s intended for?

He puts out his hand to take mine and I give it to him.

“Where are we going?” I ask, still trying to steady my breath.

“This is part of your induction. I’m giving you the tour of The Dark Odyssey.”

Tour… oh God. Do I really want to see it all?

I glance down at the glass ceiling and see the people on the dance floor having a wild time. I can’t hear the music from up here, but it seems to be one of those mixes that gets people moving.

The crowd on the floor are dancing like they’re at a rave. Like the other night though, there are a lot of people having sex on the sidelines.

“Ready?” he asks.

I bow my head for a slow nod because I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to see beyond what I already have.

“I’m ready.”

“Put your mask back on baby.”

I put the mask on and look at him. He smiles. I expect him to put on a mask too. He doesn’t though. I guess he doesn’t need to hide who he is.

He’s the boss.

He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. He presses the ground floor button and we go down.

That’s where all the action is. All of it.

The door pings open and we’re there.

The music instantly washes over us, loud and vibrant. There are men in masks by the entrance and they all look at me.

As if on instinct, Nick releases my hand and slips his arm around my waist, protectively pulling me close. Showing I’m his.

They look away, all of them simultaneously.

I’m in my heels. Six inch heels Mimi gave me and prayed I could walk in them. She said Nick likes heels. It made me wonder about the other women he’s been with.

Women he’s been with under normal circumstances who hadn’t gone to him looking for a job. Not like me.

It begs the question of what I am?

Personal waitress… so what am I doing? Getting him drinks and being a fuck toy at his request for a hundred grand a year?

That’s what it is. I can’t push that part aside no matter what.

I can’t even deny it or turn it into meaning something else. Not the way I would if this were some intellectual property dispute and my client wanted to ascertain their ownership of a particular idea or trademark. This is not that, and thinking about law right now isn’t helping me.

I was in my element in L. A. but it wasn’t even the fact of being in L. A. It was because Silvermans really valued me, and I saw myself going places. I mentored under the best senior partner there. Her name was Olivia Hawthorne. I wanted to be like her. Strong and beautiful, married with kids and still with the zest for her career.

I’m here now, on the arm of a seriously drop dead gorgeous guy, in his sex club and I don’t know when I can think about law again.

Feels like another life I lived. Worse when I look at the people around me.

We’re walking slower as we move further into the crowd.

Again everyone looks normal, having a good time. The women in their lingerie laugh as they dance and the men are in boxers. Everyone’s wearing masks.

It looks like an erotic lingerie party.

Add the dancers wearing masks in their see through bra’s and thongs on the raised platforms dotting each corner of the room and I would say it definitely passes for an erotic lingerie party.

The whole set up is actually quite fascinating. The people, the style, the acrobats on the aerial hoops and everything really. I’m just not used to it.

We move over to the furthest end and suddenly we’re up close to the outskirt cubicles where the people are having sex.

These cubicles don’t look like the Arabian tent style ones above us that I passed the other day to get to Nick’s office.

They’re nice but more like the chill-out areas you’d see in a VIP lounge at a regular club. Jus way more classy, with padded leather sofas the people are sprawled on. Nick stops with me beside the first cubicle. There’s a woman and two men having a threesome. All are naked except for the masks.

As I watch them it dawns on me that the mask doesn’t just conceal who you are. The shield of it beckons me to stare. And stare I do without blushing or feeling as uneasy as I did the other day without it.

I’d worn my mask up to find Nick earlier but I didn’t really see that many people on the way to him.

Not like this. The woman sits in between the two guys, stroking their cocks while they suck her breasts. The guy to her left has his fingers in her pussy, fingering her.

My mouth waters and my breath hitches, the longer I look. The heat creeps into my cheeks and my whole body flushes when the guy to her left stops sucking her breast and pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him, going down on his cock and he starts to fuck her.

I look away, straight to Nick and see he’s not watching them, his eyes are on me and there’s a smirk on his face.

On the balcony he told his brother he wouldn’t share me. I can’t even believe I’m thinking about that. Sharing.

Maybe I can stand to watch but I don’t want to be shared. He might have told his brother no, but that didn’t mean all that much. What if there are other people he would share me with.

Again I ask myself what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.

Today was so busy with all I had to sort out that I didn’t speak to Chloe. She knew I wanted to talk but I didn’t tell her what about. As far as my best friend knows, I’m still job hunting and I turned this down. She doesn’t know that since we last spoke- only yesterday- all manner of shit has happened to me.

Nick doesn’t say anything. I wouldn’t have heard him anyway because the music is so loud. Instead he moves along the cubicles with me like he’s taking me on a tour at the museum and we’re looking at some prehistoric display of people. The next cubicle isn’t all that different, I suppose, from what would have happened at that time.

The people inside are having an orgy. All of them. Men with men and women, women with women and men, men with men. I actually gasp from the shock of what I’m seeing. Unlike the other couple, I don’t feel the protection of the mask. It’s too much for me to take in and I look away. I look away and Nick notices.

I’m grateful when he moves me along. I find something else to focus on as we proceed down the pathway nestled between the dancing bodies and the people having sex.

I keep my focus on the patterns on the floor. It’s like crystal and has the appearance of dancing on water. I didn’t notice it before. Granted when you came to a place like this, I was pretty sure the floor was the last thing you’d notice in comparison to everything else going on around you.

I look back up and we pass by another couple in a cubicle. It’s just the two of them. They aren’t wearing masks and the way they touch each other is different.

Nick steadies me as we stop and watch. The people inside look like they can’t get enough of each other, like they’re so into each other they could be anywhere. The man holds the woman against him as she rides him and he strokes her back.

Nick pulls me away just as they pull apart and kiss. I feel then like I’d actually intruded on something private. It’s weird because all of it should be private.

I look at Nick and I’m not sure what he’s thinking as we proceed down the path. He’s either decided we’ve had enough of the floor, or that I’ve seen enough.

We go through a door at the end of the hall and there’s a set of stone steps.

My heels clank against them. I seriously start wondering what I’m about to see next. Feels like being led down into a dungeon.

When we get down the steps I realize why this feels like a dungeon.

It’s because it is.

A sex dungeon.

I tense at the thought and my mouth goes dry as we enter another large hall.

The music down here is different. It’s more jazz-like and low enough to hear screams of an orgasm from the furthest end of the room and the echo of flesh slapping together.

There’s more people having sex down here than above on the main floor.

The room is also filled with equipment I’ve heard Chloe talk about. The people around us down here are a combo of leather and gowns and formal wear like you’d actually see at a Venetian Ball. The people in gowns are wearing masks.

I notice some of the women in leather have a collar around their necks and they cling to the men next to them.

A little like I hadn’t realized before, that I’m clinging to Nick.

It fascinates him when he notices me realize.

I look to the cubicles here and that’s where the shock factor amplifies as I watch a woman being flogged and spanked. It looks painful, nevertheless she’s crying out for more. In the cubicle next to them it looks like the same sort of thing has gone on but the couple inside are having sex.

BDSM. I get it in an instant, thanks to my sex lessons from Chloe and I think the men around are all doms and the women are their subs. The way they are is a little different. Some of them are close and the way that the women cling to their men is something I can’t stop looking at. It’s very intimate. Almost as intimate as the couples having sex.

I’m seriously going to have a hard time forgetting all this. My blood is so hot it burns as it travels through my veins. I don’t know why I think this but the whole setting looks like a twisted scene in “Interview with the Vampire”, minus the vampires and add in the people wearing leather.

Yes, that’s what it feels like, like I’m not sure if I should be fascinated, or wigged-out or both.

I think it’s the way they’re all touching each other. Like animals would. It’s a little predatory and animalistic.

A man approaches Nick and smiles at both of us.

In his mask, most of his face is covered. It’s one of those “Phantom of the Opera” masks but with the masquerade design as opposed to what you’d see in the musical. I wouldn’t have been able to tell what his expression was if he hadn’t smiled.

Nick smiles at him and stretches out his hand to greet him. I move to give him more freedom to interact but he pulls me back against him. I don’t miss the urgent possessiveness in his touch.

The man smiles wider and looks from Nick to me.

“Nickoli Giordano, you don’t usually venture down here. Can’t remember when last I’ve seen you.” The man booms in a hearty tone.

I try to assess him from what I can see. He’s Italian like Nick but there’s a presence about him I can’t ignore. Stronger than Nick’s. He’s older. I’d say maybe mid to late forties.

“Marco Antonella, it’s good to see members of the Antonella clan in my fold,” Nick answers.

He places an emphasis on the name Antonella.

“Do not lie. You wouldn’t have any old Antonella here with your alliance with Claudius Morientz.”

I don’t know who they’re talking about. I assume he’s important from the way Nick tenses against me.

“You’re right, then again you’re a special Antonella, aren’t you? Not sure how many Antonellas in your fold are doms with a harem of subs,” Nick throws back.

Now the man tenses. It’s clear he doesn’t like the comment.

“Once upon a time you used to live like a dom, have you returned to your former ways?” Marco glances at me.

I swallow hard. Nick was a dom?

Okay…I need to calm myself.

This isn’t like we’re dating and I just met him somewhere and we’re trying to get to know each other.

Nick smiles. “Maybe.”

I look at him and Marco looks to me again.

“Is this your new sub?” he looks at me like he wants to eat me and my heartbeat speeds up.

“Yes,” Nick answers and his gaze snaps away from me.

“I see, well done,” Marco smiles and tips his head before he backs away.

That was all he had to say.

Nick leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Enough.”

“Enough?” I ask.

“I’ve shown you enough.”

“Is there more?”

“Yes, much…but you’ve seen enough.”

Instead of going back the way we came, we continue to the door at the end of the hall.

We go through it and up another set of stairs that leads back up to the main floor.

I hear the music already and brace myself to go back out. Then my breath catches and I realize I can’t go out just yet.

I stop and tug him to stop too. There are too many questions floating around in my head.

He doesn’t like that I stopped but I have to know more.

At least he releases me when I pull from him. The look he’s giving me resembles how he was that first day we met. It’s similar to the people we just left and I understand why he has that predatory look if he used to be a dom.

“I’m sorry. I have questions. What am I?” I’m not sure what I’ll do if he says sub. I don’t understand it but I know I don’t like pain inflicted on me of any kind.

The corners of his mouth lift into a sexy smile. “You’re Mia Chase.”

“That’s who I am, not what. I’m supposed to be your personal waitress but I haven’t done anything a waitress does. You want me to be yours but I don’t know what you mean.”

He moves to me and cups my face. “You know what I mean Mia.”

He’s right. I do know. I’m being paid to have sex with him. That’s what it boils down to.

“What else will I have to do?”

“That’s all. I won’t share you with anybody, even if you want to be shared. I don’t like or have the desire to share things that belong to me.”

His eyes pierce into me and I can’t look away. I belong to him.

God…

Belonging is a nice thought and as I look at him something reaches out to me that makes me want to accept the idea, even though my brain won’t accept it.

“I’m not a dom, Mia, and you aren’t my sub. I told Marco you were because he respects their ways. He’s one of the most dangerous men in Chicago and if certain people were to know of his presence in my club there would be hell to pay. He approached me because he wanted to buy you.”

My heart stills right there in my chest. “Oh my God.”

He smiles. “Don’t worry… I won’t let anybody take you.” He steps back, dropping his hand from my chin and I catch my breath.

“How does it all work… I mean everyone here looks so comfortable.”

“Because they are. All kinds of people come here for the experience.”

“Is that why you have this place?” I have to ask. I just have to. I’ve never met anybody like him before. Never, not even close.

A slow easy smile dances on his lips. “The experience is one reason. The fantasy another. It’s dark and alluring. I cater for everybody. I believe people should be allowed to live out their fantasies. Our fantasies are part of who we are.”

Okay… that’s something I didn’t think of. Living a fantasy.

He smirks and continues. “The masks make them more comfortable to do it. They wear masks to cover who they are, and only take it off when they want to reveal themselves. The men come in and get a seal to pass to a person they want to invite for more than a dance. That’s how it starts. How it ends is up to them.”

“What about the waitresses. Where are they?” I didn’t see any.

“You saw them mingling with the crowd. Except they look like regulars. There’s no real difference. In the billionaire’s lounge upstairs, the guys can have their own waitresses and it’s up to them what they want to do.”

I release a slow breath. “Is that what I’ll be doing?”

He touches my face. “The man who can touch you is me. You will come here in the evenings and come find me. Then we’ll take it from there.”

I blink as I look at him. I’m trying to process it.

“That’s it? That’s all.”

“Want to do more? Isn’t life hard enough as it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Angel Doll, let’s not make it harder,” he drops his hand to mine and runs his finger up my arm and back to my waist. Leaning in close he whispers, “dance with me.”

His voice is a sexy rumble that makes my body flush with heat and anticipation.

“Yes,” I answer.

His lips arch into an easy grin and he pulls me closer to him so he can slip his arm around me again.

When we go out to the main floor, the music changes to something more sensual, but upbeat. It’s a mix of a song I really like. ‘Touch me’.

I follow him as he leads me into the sea of bodies clashing together. We start dancing. Me pressed up against him and him holding me, looking at me like he wants to devour me.

It’s then the lure of him truly entices me and I forget reality all over again.