Chapter 72: Have You Learn Your Lesson?

Chapter 72: Have You Learn Your Lesson?

Abigail

“Did I allow you to undress me?” Luciano gritted.

“No,” I breathed.

I watched him unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants. My breathing started to get heavier, along with the rising amount of wetness between my legs. When he moved his pants further down to his thighs, his dick sprung out. It was huge, yet not even fully erect. He gripped around his shaft and with his thumb spread the precum around the tip and the sight was so erotic. He began moving his hand up and down, pleasing himself right before my eyes. I couldn't keep my gaze away from the movement, I tried to rub my thighs together, in need to create any sort of friction to ease the tingles in my pussy.

When he started jerking himself faster, I looked up at his face. Wasn't I supposed to suck him off? Was he just going to let me watch? Not even letting me touch him? I figured out his degrading plan, he was going to get himself off right in front of me without allowing me to move so much as a muscle. He must have noticed my confusion as he opened his mouth.

“You thought I would let you suck my dick, baby girl?” He mockingly laughed.

“Tsk, only obedient whores get the pleasure of tasting dick.”

I huffed at him and was just about to escape from the room but he grabbed both my wrist and pinned them against the wall with one hand.

“Let me fucking go.”

“No, this is what you get. Now sit there and fucking watch.” He said through gritted teeth.

My eyes dropped to his dick again and watched as his hand started picking up the pace, grunt and groans escaped his throat as he touched himself while watching me become a horny mess.

“Fucking jerk.” I muttered and moved my eyes away from his body.

He growled and wrapped my hair around his fist tightly, forcing me to look at his dick.

“Isn't this what you wanted? To be treated like a useless little whore?” He groaned, getting closer to the edge and his dick was right in front of my face and I assume he wanted me to swallow his cum when he reached his orgasm.

I couldn't do anything but nod, having to bite my tongue to not let out any desperate whimpers. His erotic sounds grew louder, showing me that his peak was right around the corner.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded.

I did what he said and as I looked up at his face, I felt his sperm shoot down my throat. His brows scrunched together and his lips parted as he cum. He threw his head back with a deep moan as the last drops ran down my chin.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I swallowed each and every drop of his sperm, the salty taste coating my mouth and stomach. He let go of my hair and looked down at me, breathing heavily. He patted my cheek with his palm and a grin on his face.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, yet his tone was mocking.

He helped me up on my feet and grabbed my jaw to pull me into a kiss. He didn't even care that his sperm could still be tasted on my lips.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked.

I smirked mentally, seeing him please himself was both torture and pleasure but I would not complain seeing it again.

“Yes,” I lied.

But what wanted to say was, absolutely fucking not.

****

The sunlight snuck through the gaps of the curtains, forcing my body to wake up from the deep sleep I was in. I turned in the bed with a groan, my eyelids lifted and I could see my phone laying on the small table next to the bed. I reached for it and the scream showed five o'clock in the evening. I had taken a two-hour nap, still exhausted from last night.

I had been out with a couple of my friends, it was supposed to be a calm night, just is hanging out at Jennifer's house but then the alcohol was brought out. Let's just say that I am fucking amazing at doing shots. The bed I was in wasn't mine, I was at Luciano's house again but considering how much time I spent here, it might as well have been. I walked out of the bed and into the bathroom that connected to the bedroom, I washed my face and did my skincare routine. It wasn't just the majority of my clothes that had moved in here, it was all sort of stuff. Skincare, make-up and hair products.

To be honest, we were practically living together now, except for me going back to my parents once in a while as they still didn't know that I was in a relationship with my father's business friend. Although they both were workaholics and it wasn't unusual for me to be away so often anyhow. I was going to tell them about me and Luciano soon, we were getting more and more serious and he was after all the man I had fallen head over heels in love with. I wanted to be able to share that with my parents, I just hope they wouldn't judge me too much when they found out that he was a mafia Don. Or the big age gap. After I was done applying a light layer of makeup in an attempt to look better than I felt, I decided to get changed. Normally, I would have just thrown on one of his t-shirts and some shorts but he had people over today. Important people.

They weren't his normal business partners , apparently they were important to him as his role as the Don. I think he said that they were from another cartel that he had known since when his father was alive, they cooperated in shipping the drugs or something like that. It was all very complicated, they were nothing like The Black Lotus Mafia though but I bet they were just as vicious. I had no problem wearing dresses as I had been wearing them since I was a little girl. I liked the different kinds that existed, short, long, flowy tight and I decided to wear a simple royal blue loose dress.

I walked down the stairs to the foyer and continued towards the kitchen. The meeting that they were in right at this moment was being held in his office here at his house. I didn't want to disturb them but I felt the need to bring some food for them if they were hungry. They had been in these for hours now, they had to eat right? Usually, his maids would do stuff like this but they nearly ever worked when we were at the house. He said he didn't like having people here that didn't need to be. Resulting in that they only worked when he wasn't at home.

I brought some drinks as well, scotch mostly and took the tray with me towards the stairs. The office was on the third floor and when I finally got there, I could hear a muffled voice and laughter through the dark wooden door.