Page 47 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
“Excellent choices, Sir,” the waiter responds to me.
“Tell the chef that Salvatore would like twospecialita dello chef.And after you bring drinks, we would prefer not to be disturbed.”
“Of course,” he nods his head and walks from the table, returning with our drinks a few moments later.
“Have you thought of a safe word?” My question catches her off-guard and she chokes a little on her drink.
“I thought it was ‘red’,” she says questioningly.
“It can be,” I shake my head, “but it doesn’t have to be. It needs to be a word you can remember when you are so overwhelmed you can barely think.”
I take a sip of my drink, “What happened at the club is a mere teaser in comparison to what I plan to do to you when we get home tonight.”
“What do you plan to do?” Her eyes are wide and her body tightens as though she is remembering the orgasm she had against my hand with a paddle crashing over her ass.
I slide my hand up her inner thigh, pushing her skirt with it. “At this rate, I’ll be paddling your sweet ass red until nearly sunrise. Or is that what you want? Screaming all night from my paddle and my cock?”
Her thighs clench around my hand, inches from the warmth of her cunt, at my question.
“Does hearing about what I plan to do to you turn you on,piccolo fiore?”
“Yes, Sir,” she immediately blurts out her answer.
“Show me,” I drag out the words. She hesitates for a moment, before slightly spreading her thighs to grant me access. “I don’t want to check for myself. I want you to show me.”
“What?” She exclaims loud enough to momentarily garner the attention of the woman at the table next to us.
Lifting my finger to her mouth to silence her, I quietly give her slow, explicit instructions, “Stick your fingers in your tight little pussy, and show me just how wet your cunt is for me.
Her eyes look between the surrounding tables, and she slides her hand between her thighs next to mine. Wiggling her ass a little to inch her skirt higher, she takes a staggered breath and her eyelids flutter as she touches herself. A groan rises in my chest, knowing her fingers are pressing inside her cunt.
“Do they feel good?” My hand wraps over hers, holding her fingers inside her and pushing them deeper.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I lift a brow at her, “As good as my cock?”
“No, Sir,” she shakes her head as I pull her hand out of her pussy. Holding it firmly in her lap, she uses the other to lower her skirt as the waiter approaches with our meal.
As he leaves us, I pull Ellie’s hand up to the table and momentarily look at the arousal coating her middle and ring fingers. She gasps when I open my mouth and slide them over my tongue.
Groaning, as I suck the arousal of her cunt from her hand, my cock grows hard in my trousers at the thought of my tongue vigorously licking up her sweet taste between her legs. I slowly pull them from my mouth and dry them with the cloth napkin from across my lap.
“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?”
“No, Sir,” she shakes her head with a mild look of disgust on her face.
“You will,” I pause to eat a bite of my dinner, “When you suck my cock clean after I fuck you.”
While I thought I might struggle to hold non-sexual conversation with Ellie because of her age, she is a remarkable conversationalist. Smart. Educated. Well-versed on historical and current events. Throughout our dinner conversation, Ellie racks up several more strikes of the paddle, but she does impeccably well throughout dessert and the ride the back to the house.
Walking back into the house, I pull the gun from the back of my pants and return it to Paolo.
“I won’t be needing this anymore tonight” I thank Paolo before turning to Ellie, “Unless, of course, you want me to fuck you with it later.”
“No, thank you, Sir,” her eyes are huge as she emphatically declines my offer, and I cannot help but smile.
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