Mafia King by L. Steele

30

Michael

"What the hell is she doing?" I glare at the screen which is linked to the camera that’s trained on the cell. Karma stares into the lens—of course, she’d figured out where the camera is. Not that I had tried to hide it from her or anything. It had been an interesting experiment, on my part, to see how long it would take her to spot the camera… And clearly, she hadn’t realized she was being watched when she had writhed under the train of her dress as she had tried to make herself come.

That had been hot, and so damn erotic… I am not ashamed to say that I had grabbed my dick and jerked off in tandem. And when she had stopped just short of actually orgasming...that's when I had stopped too... And fuck, if that hadn't been a surprise. Why the hell hadn't I let myself come? Not out of some twisted sense of wanting to keep her company as she stayed unsatisfied, that’s for damn sure.

Of course, I could have taken her earlier… I had had her in my arms, my dick nestled in the valley between her ass cheeks, and though I had been fully dressed, it hadn’t stopped me from rubbing myself against her curves. Like the pervert that I am.

And I had opted to walk away from her. I had thought I was denying her… Turns out I was denying myself, as well. As she had worked her fingers in and out of her cunt—not that I had been able to see her sweet pussy, but my imagination had filled in the gaps—I had mirrored her rhythm. Speeding up when she had and pausing with her. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of her; had watched as she had jumped out of bed, glanced around the space, then turned to face the camera, as if coming to a decision.

Then, she had begun to strip.

And maledizione, I can’t stop myself from taking in every inch of exposed skin—as she pushes the dress down her shoulders, then down her flat stomach, as she wriggles her hips and eases the dress down her legs, letting it fall about her ankles, along with her panties. She straightens, kicks aside her clothes, and the breath whooshes out of me.

Fuck me, but she is naked. Absolutely, completely naked. Except for her gorgeous hair that flows about her shoulders and curtains her breasts so the pink nipples peek out from between the strands. Her hips are rounded, her belly flat, before it leans into the dip of her sweet slit, encased in the fleshy folds of her luscious pussy. I tap on the screen, zoom in to her core and spot the glint of metal—fuck me, it's that damn clit ring of hers, the one that drives me crazy. That makes me want to thrust my head between her legs and bite down on that ring and tug so she feels the pull all the way to her nipples—yeah, that ring. Except for that adornment, her skin is completely bare.

I had touched her there, so I knew she had done as instructed and shaved between her legs… Hell, I had instructed Cassandra to make sure that she did it. So, I knew that she had followed my instructions, but to see her like this—full frontal, fully nude, bared to my gaze as she props her palm on her hip, bends a knee and strikes a pose, as if daring me to take in her glorious nakedness.

And I do… I zoom out again, so I can see her in totality. Those high cheekbones, parted rosebud lips, her slender throat, those high pointed breasts, curvy hips, fleshy thighs that I want to mark with my blade, before I run the tip around her pussy, then trail it down her clit, down her inner thighs, to those narrow ankles and tapered feet. I want to suck on her toes as I draw lazy circles up her calves, until I reached her plump behind… Which I, absolutely, want to bite down on as I slide my fingers inside her forbidden back channel, opening her up, readying her for my intrusion. First with the handle of my knife, then with my dick. I drag my fingers up the handle of my knife and my dick lengthens.

Transferring the knife to my left hand, I reach down between my legs and grasp myself again. I pump myself once, twice. My cock elongates…but it’s not enough. Stronzo knows it’s my hand that’s doing the work and it wants more… So much more. It wants her cunt, her pussy, her tight, melting channel to sink into. Her pussy to clamp down on my cock, her cunt to milk me as I come inside her and fill her up and mark her as mine. Only mine.

The door behind me opens and I clench the knife more tightly. "Michael, what the hell is happening—?"

"Not now," I snap, without turning around. "Get the hell out, Luca."

I sense him hesitate, then the door closes and his footsteps recede.

Yeah, so my brother had almost seen me jerking off… Something that hasn’t happened since we were teenagers. Not that he had seen me… Not that it would have mattered if he had… As long as he didn’t see my queen, naked and exposed to me on the screen.

I squeeze my dick, then drag my fingers up my cock, as she slides her fingers down between her pussy lips. She thrusts one finger, then another, inside her channel, then adds the third. She continues to push her fingers in and out of her cunt, in and out. Her breasts jiggle and her hair sways about her shoulders, as she tips up her chin and holds my gaze. Her mouth opens, and I can almost hear her moan of pleasure as she continues to fuck herself. She licks her lips and I swear I come right then.

The blood drains to my groin and my balls harden. She increases the pace of her movements and so do I, mirroring her rhythm as she thrusts out her chest, brings up a palm to cup one breast. She twists her nipple and lust roars in my veins. I reach forward, glare at the screen as she moves her hand to the other breast, gives it the same treatment.

Fucking fuck. My thigh muscles grow rock hard; the pressure at the base of my spine tightens. I am so damn close, so on the edge. Heat suffuses my skin and my dick screams for release. I cup my balls and squeeze as, on screen, the witch smiles. Huh?

Her eyes gleam; she tosses her hair as she lowers her hand to her side. She pulls her fingers out of her cunt, holds her hand up. The moisture on it glistens and, fuck me, but my mouth waters. Maintaining eye contact, she licks each of her fingers, one by one, making a meal out of it, and my balls draw up. That’s when she bends and draws her dress up over her shoulders. What the hell?

She turns her back on the camera, heads toward the bed. She pulls her train over her body, covering herself from neck to toe completely, then she turns her back on me, and the strega falls asleep. I swear, she switches off, just like that, for she doesn’t move. Not a peep out of her. She sinks into slumber as I watch her prone figure.

I glance down at my raging hard-on, wanting to get myself off. And I could. I could continue pumping my shaft until I come. Only, it’s not going to be anywhere near as satisfying as coming inside of her.

Damn woman had gone toe-to-toe with me, and had defeated me at my own game… I stare at the screen as a chuckle bursts out of me. Well, well… Beauty, this round is yours. But you had better be prepared for what’s coming next.

I grab my handkerchief, wipe my cock, then tuck it away. I clean my fingers, shove the piece of cloth in my pocket, then rise to my feet.