38- Naughty Principessa (Princess)

Lucus

If there’s one thing in life I hate, it’s boring ass meetings. For today, Tony and I were at a boring quarterly lunch meeting with the Mayor. All the fuckers present here were so corrupted, that all we had to do was line their pockets with stacks of money and increase their blackmail list only made it harder against them later, leaving them no choice but to overlook our not so legal activities.

Today though we were handling a few philanthropic proposals and like always the Mayor decided to include his fucking slut of a daughter Makela, hoping it would earn them an alliance with the D'Amico family. Granted I did fuck her once after a long night of heavy drinking at my club but now she thinks were fucking soulmates. She wasn’t even that great in bed to be honest. I mean not only could she not give proper head, but her cunt was super loose too, which didn’t surprise me in the least as she was willing to sleep with anything that had a ball sack to it.

Growing annoyed, I’ve attempted to stop her three times now from touching my dick with her overly done manicured claws as she tries to eye fuck me in the process.

She wasn’t even pretty, yet had she been pretty I might have considered fucking her, but with too much makeup on she looked like a clown with bad plastic surgery or that clown from the movie IT. To top it off she wore a stripper dress to a lunch that showed off way too much of her fake boob for my taste. Plus, not only that but her perfume was suffocating me. The icing on the cake was her terrible bleach blonde dye job.

With her voice sounding nasally, I fight the urge to puke. Her no-good father a weasel we only tolerated him because he was in charge of zoning in which we needed to procure for our investments.

Downing my third glass of scotch, I pretend to be listening to all the assholes present as we continue to discuss business in which none of them knew next to zero on, only for Tony to nudge me, handing me his phone, eyebrows raised in confusion as he did.

Taking his phone, I move to see a message from Grant along with a picture of our sweet Principessa (Princess) sleeping on the sofa. But on closer inspection, one could tell she was gagged and her hands had been bound behind her. Hmm, it seems like our Princess had been naughty! This afternoon just got better.

Returning my gaze back to the phone, Grant texts the group: Princess decided to have a tantrum this afternoon. She got 50 spanks with the paddle along with cuffs and gag.

Alex is the first to respond back: Whoo, Damn! That bad?

Grant answers back: Yep. Should have seen her after realizing her mistake.

As we continue to read the texts, Tony and I move to exchange knowing smiles.

Moving to lean closer, Tony moves to whisper in my ear. “Damn, she really must have pissed off Grant in order for him to bring out the cuffs and gag like that.” Nodding my head I reply back. “Couldn't have agreed more, can’t wait to hear all the details when we get home. My balls are hurting me just thinking about her like that.”

Nodding his own head in agreement, Tony replies. “Yeah, me too. For if there's one thing she's good at it's keeping us on our toes.” Humming softly, I couldn’t agree more. Although she is exhausting and a brat, I know she’ll come around eventually and when she does it’ll be worth it.

Giving Tony one more look I move to say “Let’s end this fucking shit show and get home to our sleeping Principessa (Princess)" nodding quietly Tony agrees.

Texting the others, we move to excuse ourselves and end the lunch early. After a few handshakes and a few envelopes of hush money the men move to leave, Makela still hanging on my arm.

Whining, she practically grinds her fake plastic body all over me, begging me to take her home and I quote “fill her up and put a baby deep inside her.” Ya no, the only one who’s ever carrying our child is our Principessa (Princess) not some two bit whore. Our Princess is the only one who will ever have that priviledge. Ripping my arm away I tell her to fuck off before forcibly removing her body from mine. Sobbing, she attempts to throw a fit as the valet tosses me my keys. Spotting my Lamborghini, we move to get in before speeding away towards home, our security team failing to keep up.

Once home, we both rush to the strategy room, only to be hushed by Grant who was working at his desk. Isabella sleeping peacefully. Her beautiful fair skin now flushed pink as dry track marks show along her cheeks indicating she was crying. Drool now covering her mouth from the gag, which sat securely against her mouth, softly breathing as she laid there.

When Grant moves to recant the tale of what happened, I on the other hand move to approach her gently, grabbing my handkerchief from the inner pocket of breast as I move to wipe the drool from her face before placing a lingering kiss to her forehead. My hand moving to tuck a loose strand of hair from her face. So naughty little princess. So very naughty.

Rising from my spot I move to head for my desk, deciding to answer some emails while Tony went to his station to finish his latest blueprints. Excited about his newest invention, we each continued our work, each keeping a watchful eye on our precious little tesoro (Treasure) who laid on the sofa fast asleep.

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Isabella

Opening my eyes from the darkness of sleep, I try to stretch my sore muscles, feeling like my extremities were numb only to be stopped. Remembering I had fallen asleep with my arms and legs bound tightly behind me. Oh right.

With a few jerky movements while struggling to breathe, my sleepy vision soon returns and I suddenly see Lucus as he moves to walk over to me. Shushing me as he moves to push back a couple of loose strands of hair from my face.

“There, There, Shh, it’s okay love” he coos, running a thumb along my cheek. Moving to squat down in front of me I attempt to wiggle away, but being confined to a sofa doesn’t exactly help with that. Annoyed, he moves to speak “Do you understand what it was that you did wrong Isabella?”

Unable to speak, I merely nod my head yes. Realizing my little tantrum from earlier was what got me into trouble, yet for the record was totally justified in my opinion, but would make anyone else mad. They just didn't understand me was all.

Holding my gaze, he moves to ask “Will you be a good girl from now on?” again I simply nod my head once more, knowing it was my only correct answer if I wanted to get out of my bindings.

“Brava Ragazza (Good Girl)” he says before kissing my forehead. My lower region heating up by the tiny praise. Gamo to Soma Sou (Fuck you body).

Satisfied by the answers he got does he slowly move to remove my gag from within my mouth my jaw instantly moving, as I try to get feeling back into my face. As I work on doing that, he moves to work on my cuffs, removing each of them from my wrists and ankles while rubbing each ligament gently to help increase the blood flow back to that part of my body.

Eventually Tony comes over while holding a bottle of water in which he opens. Attempting to sit up, I move to take a few generous gulps, feeling just how dry my throat had been from the gag. Muttering a soft thank you when I could.

Glancing at Grant, I decide to be the bigger person and move to make my way over to him. Grant at his desk was furiously typing away on it. My ass burning with every step I take, making me wince. Taking a deep breath I try to steady my heartbeat and pain level.

“Kyrios (Master)” I start, my eyes looking down as I hold my hands nervously. The sound of typing coming to a halt as a pair of fancy shoes enter my vision. Taking my hands gently I move to look up. His beautiful green eyes are like a sea that I could easily get lost in.

“I-I’m v-very sorry for how I b-behaved” I stutter, swallowing the invisible knot in my throat. Knowing there was more to say but choose against it.

After a moment's pause he moves to smile at me before speaking, “I forgive you.” Then like so he moves to pull my hands towards his lips before kissing them. Using every ounce of control I had to not wipe off his germs.

Releasing my hands does he move to return to his desk. “Why not go relax in the movie room? Alex should only be another hour or two and then we can all have dinner together, okay?” Nodding my head I move to leave the room, slowly, Lucus and Tony both smiling at me as I do. With a slight limp I try to ease the ache in my gluteus, my puppies in black behind me, a clear smirk on each of their faces, both amused.

While walking down the corridors, I soon find myself plopped down on a very large plush sofa bed, surrounded by equally plush pillows. Spotting an intercom button, I move to call one of the kitchen staff members and ask them to bring me my unicorn candy along with some buttered popcorn and an ice pack. A sleek black remote now in my hand as I move to flip through various movies.