Anastasia by A. Marie

Valentino

Iheard the door to the estate close, alerting me that my brother and the girl, Orabella, had left the house. I should have known that Vincenzo was losing his heart to the girl. My brother was the type to do that sort of thing—dating, marriage, having kids. I, on the other hand, preferred the better side of things—making money, fucking, having women.

My brother’s happiness meant a lot to me, but Dmitri deserved to pay for what he had done. I hoped Enzo’s heart wouldn’t get in the way of my plan. He could fuck her as he saw fit, but the time to set the plan into motion was coming soon. Very soon.

It didn’t take me long to enter the club. The first thing that caught my eyes was Anastasia. She was on the pole wearing her pink plastic-like lingerie set with heels to match.

From the moment I met her, I knew she would do a phenomenal job. It was the way men seem captivated by her appeal—it’s what captivated me.

“Mr. Romano,” a girl purred out, coming up to me with a tray of shot glasses. She had nothing on except nipple coverings and a thong. I reached over and grabbed a glass of whatever drink she was serving.

Just as she was about to walk off, I grabbed her by her wrist.

“Tell Barbie she has a private dance, VIP room,” I whispered in her ear before delivering a wink. She looked over at the stage where Barbie was finishing up her dance with hateful eyes before nodding her head.

“Anything for you, sir,” she said seductively.

I downed the whole drink as the girl walked off. My gaze settled on Anastasia. Without even looking, I could tell the men in the audience couldn’t take their eyes of her. Little did they know, she was mine. All mine.

* * *

It didn’t take longfor Anastasia to make an appearance. The entire room was dark except for the pink lights that lit up the stripper pole.

I watched her walk in with her blonde hair cascading down her back in waves as she walked up to the pole. Slow music began to play in the background as her hand slowly graced the metal pole.

“You asked for a taste of Barbie?” she asked, her sexy accent falling off of her tongue as her big breasts spilled out of her tight bra.

My tongue swept over my lips at the thought of bending her over and doing more than tasting her. My dick began to harden. I watched as she spun around the pole, clasping it as she dragged herself up. Her legs pulled apart in the splits. Her body spun, giving me a view of her entire body.

My favorite part was when she spread her long legs in the shape of a V, showing me everything she had to offer. It was such an erotic sight, and it’d be a lie to say it didn’t make me want more of her.

After that, she climbed down the pole leisurely, crawling off the small stage toward me. It took everything inside of me to not reach out and grab her boobs, as they were begging me to relieve their restraints.

When she was in front of me, I watched as she turned her body, placing herself onto my lap.

She smelled like vanilla, and it hit me strongly as she moved her hair to the side. She gyrated her hips against me, creating that friction I’d always wanted from her.

Then, she bent over and began to bounce her sweet ass to the beat of the music, expertly aiming for my hardening shaft. She grinded her hips against mine, going slow at first before speeding up.

I watched as her hands moved behind her back. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but when the sound of her bra being undone hit my ears it made me a smirk.

“Careful there, Bambolina.” I chuckled darkly. Her body tensed up on top of me, causing my smirk to grow.

“I had a feeling it was you,” she spat distastefully.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” I chuckled. She rolled her eyes before she began to get up, but my hands closed on her waist, keeping her in place.

“Don’t leave now, it was just beginning to get fun,” I whispered in her ear.

She placed her hand on my chest as I brought her in closer. My hand came up and tugged at her undone bra, which she quickly grasped, rushing to hold it against her chest.

“What do you want, Mr. Romano?” she asked.

“Valentino,” I corrected, annoyed, before grabbing her hands away from her bra. She tried to pull away from my grip, but I wasn’t having it.

“I have to go,” she said, trying to get up once again.

“See, that’s the thing, Barbie. I’m supposed to be ‘handling’ you right now. My brother was very upset about the whole Orabella thing.” I smirked, loving how her fear and nervousness was visibly noticeable in her face as it skyrocketed.

“I promise I won’t screw up anymore, Valentino,” she pleaded.

My dick twitched at the sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her body was right against mine, her sex mere pieces of fabric away. The temptation was screaming at me, and it all began with her.

“Persuade me,” I whispered, my voice getting deeper with lust.

She stared into my eyes for a long moment before she got down on the floor. I watched as she unbuttoned my trousers before unzipping them.

“Only if you want to,” I muttered as my eyes found hers.

“I do.”

All I wanted from her was to continue her dance, but with her now on her knees in front of me—who was I to say no?

Her hand found my length, and she stroked it from the outside of my boxers, making me groan. When she pulled back the waistband of my boxers to pull my entire length out, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“I’ve never done this before, so don’t expect me to be an expert or anything,” she said softly before gazing up into my eyes. Her words were like music to my ears. I loved the thought of bring her first of anything.

Anastasia’s hand began to move against my shaft until I felt the wet, warm, and moist sensation of her mouth on my cock. I closed my eyes at the feel of her full lips sliding down my entire length. She then came back up with my cock head in her lovely mouth. Her soft tongue was circling around my shaft as her long, blonde hair hung down, brushing against my balls.

“Merda. Don’t stop,” I groaned.

She then began sucking me into her mouth even harder and made sure to bob her head up and down furiously. Her tongue moved around me, and it felt like I was in heaven as I grew bigger and bigger in her mouth. The head of my cock was hitting her throat as it squeezed around me.

After she began stroking my balls with her hand, she made a slurping noise as she inhaled my swollen shaft, driving me to the edge very quickly. Grasping her silky strands of hair, I lifted my hips up to sink my cock deeper in her throat before I shot a long stream of cum into her mouth. My Bambolina pulled my cock out and pumped the rest of my cum into her open mouth, sucking me dry.

When she finished, I watched her as she tucked me back into my boxers and got up from the floor. Her eyes were on mine, and I’m sure she could see that it only made me want her more. Grabbing a hold of her arm, I brought her closer, so she was mere inches from my face.

“Did you lie to me when you said you’ve never done it before?” I asked, growing angry.

“What do I have to lie for?” she questioned. I let go of her arm before standing up directly in front of her. Her eyes were leveled with my chest before she finally craned her neck up to look into my eyes.

I never would’ve thought an amateur could’ve given me the best head I’d ever received. It was obvious she wasn’t lying because my men searched her thoroughly. She was always so busy, Anastasia never had time for any boy. However, watching those men lust after her and knowing that any guy could ask her for a private dance where she would show them everything that belonged to me was what drove me mad.

“As your punishment for lying and what the Don has agreed is very reasonable, your dances are canceled for the week. You’re staying in my wing of the mansion until further notice, and you’re not to leave it. Do I make myself clear, Bambolina?” I asked.

“But I―”

“It was going to be far worse,” I finished for her before walking toward the door. As I left, I zipped and buttoned back up my trousers with a smirk on my face.

A week of fun.