HIDDEN WITNESS 4: DOMINIC'S STORY

by Posey Parks

  Standing, I smoothed the short coral pleated ruffle dress under my ass. The top was a bodice fit with spaghetti straps. Dominic wore a lightweight navy blazer, cream dress shirt and jeans. His hair was swept up to the left, curly and moussed neatly.

  His hand swayed my back as we strolled into the monstrous family room. I glanced at the tinted blue-sky light. “Wow.”

  “Yeah, Tone went all out.”

  Four cream chandeliers hung in the middle of the room. They could throw a party accommodating at least one hundred people.

  “There’s Dillon and Sierra,” Dominic stated.

  Dillon flashed his handsome grin from across the room, waving us over. He and Dominic always held their heads high and a light scowl often reflected over their faces. I imagined they never wanted to give off a nice guy persona.

  “Hello Dillon and Sierra.” Dominic and I hugged them respectively.

  I stepped back. “Sierra, how are you feeling today?”

  “Not bad. Just hungry.”

  We laughed.

  Dillon grabbed Dominic’s shoulder. “Carmen, I’m stealing your husband. Sierra will introduce you to the ladies.”

  “Hey, what the fuck is going on over here. Are you all having your own little party?” A tall muscled man wearing a fitted, purple, two button blazer stepped over clutching a beautiful short mocha woman’s hand.

  Dominic grabbed the big guys neck. “Tony, I’d like you to meet my wife, Dr. Carmen Magarelli.”

  He shook my hand. “It’s a pleasure. Carmen, I’d like to introduce you to Dr. Nadine Barlow.”

  Her dark eyes lit up and she pulled me into a hug. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to our home.”

  “Thank you!”

  I stepped back. “Congratulations! Looks like you could pop any day now.”

  “That’s what happens when you’re carrying twins.”

  “Well, you look stunning.”

  “Carmen, you are so sweet.”

  “Tony happy birthday,” I gleamed.

  “Thank you.” He smiled behind the two-tone dark aviators.

  “Yeah, happy fucking birthday, Tone.”

  He slapped Dominic’s back. “Thanks, Dom.”

  Tony grabbed Nadine’s hand. “I need to feed my woman. Ladies, I’ll send her in shortly. Guy’s I’ll meet you two under the large tent out back.”

  “Yes, you guys are going to love it. It’s a man’s cave on steroids.” Nadine smiled.

  “Dominic and Dillon,” grinned.

  My husband clutched my hand and leaned into my ear. “Baby, you can stay with me or hang out with the ladies. Or meet me in the tent later.”

  I blushed because my husband wanted to make sure I didn’t feel uncomfortable.

  “Babe, go enjoy yourself. If I need you, I know where to find you.” I kissed his cheek.

  He stood there a moment gazing in my eyes. “Ok.”

  Sierra looped her arm through mine. “Every last lady, I introduce you to are total sweethearts. They will come to your aid at the drop of a dime.”

  A calmness fell over me.

  “I must warn you Samantha can be a little rough around the edges. But she would be the first to run toward danger for you.”

  The little hairs stood on my arms. “Wait, you said run toward danger.” My eyebrows wrinkled.

  She leaned into my ear. “Samantha can kill a man from any distance with a sniper rifle. So can Sydney. Samantha trained her. Zoey is and excellent shot too. Her husband Brandon trained her.”

  “What about you?”

  “I can shoot too. My daddy taught me. In Georgia that’s what we do, learn how to hunt and shoot.”

  Sierra explained how everyone knew each other before we approached the ladies.

  We stood in a circle. I knew it was rude to stare, but they were so darn beautiful. Each woman’s skin a gorgeous shade of brown.

  “You ladies are all so talented.”

  They stood poised in their beautiful summer dresses. Confusion loomed their faces.

  Samantha glared at Sierra. “What did you tell her?”

  “The basics. How everyone knew each other and their expertise.”

  A fake smile widened Samantha’s caramel face. “You can’t run around telling everyone what we do.”

  “Excuse me, I’m right here. While you all spent time together this summer, I was alone. Don’t get it confused I can defend myself too. My man said I needed to be able to depend on me in case of an emergency.”

  The women crossed their arms over their chests. “He’s right,” Sydney stated. “God forbid someone tries to harm you. A woman has to know how to protect herself. Listen, you’re a Magarelli now. There’s nothing any of us could tell you that would shell shock you that you hadn’t heard or seen before.”

  I bit my lip. “True.”

  “We come together when we can for morale support. Feel free to join us in our meeting,” Zoey grinned.

  My lips turned up and I cocked my head to the side. “Meeting?”

  Samantha smiled. “It’s like a cleansing sisterhood meeting where you can discuss anything…Like sex.”

  A sneaky glow appeared in her eyes.

  “You ladies discuss sex?” I pointed at each of them.

  “Yes. Our husbands aren’t boring in bed by any means, but sometimes you want to try something different. You know how women swap cooking recipes?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, we swap sex positions. What works for one woman might not work for all, but we’ve been pretty successful.” Samantha glanced around the circle.

  “Do you ladies agree?”

  Sierra raised her hand. “Hell, yeah, I agree. I’m counting down the minutes to our meeting.”

  “Let’s mingle and enjoy the party then…” Samantha glanced at her watch. “We’ll meet back here.”

  Everyone’s face lit up.

  CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

  CARMEN

  After Samantha and Nadine’s intense discussion each of us stepped into her bright spacious office down the hall from the family room.

  Nadine, Sierra, and I sat on the plush off-white sofa. Sydney and Zoey sat in the matching half circle chairs catty corner from the taupe wood desk.

  Samantha rolled the comfy taupe chair from behind the desk in the center of our circle.

  She sat crossing her legs under the long airy dress.

  “Newbies this is a safe place. No sexual topic is off limits.”

  Nadine and I glanced at each other, then back at Samantha.

  “Since we can be honest in this space.” I twisted my fingers in my lap. “I was a virgin up until a few months ago. I’m not sure if I am pleasing my husband. He looks satisfied. I never watched porn before either. I totally follow my husband’s lead.”

  Nadine pulled me close. “It’s ok. I lost my virginity when I was a teenager to a boy who was rough. He didn’t give a shit about pleasing me. Tony always has. He’d be the first to say he never cared about pleasing a woman until I came into his life. I know we please each other.” She smiled.

  Samantha smirked. “Jacob and I have been together the longest. We learned how to please each other. During the years we weren’t together we had sex with other people. But it was always different with Jacob. We were eager to please each other. We still please each other, but I always look forward to bringing something new to the bedroom.”

  “I was molested when I was younger.” Zoey stared at the floor. “I only wanted to have a good time between the sheets. But Brandon.” She blushed. “Wasn’t having it. He didn’t want to share me and he worked his ass off to please me in the bedroom. When I come to these meetings, I look forward to learning something new I can share with him. He deserved to have his world rocked.”

  We all laughed.

  “Zoey, he sounds amazing. I’m happy for you.” I stretched my hand out toward her.

  She clutched my hand. “Thank you, Carmen.”

  “I am probably the one with the most experience he
re. I wasn’t a virgin when Sebastian and I came together.” Her eyebrows wrinkled. “We have a kink room at home. We don’t use it often right now.” Her smile rose and fell. “He’s always worked so hard to please me. Just because I have more experience doesn’t mean all of what I learned over the years is that great. When Sebastian and I are in a good place sex is awesome. Now don’t get me wrong make up sex is fun too.”

  Smiles fell across all the ladies lips.

  “True.” Samantha smiled. Her hand rose. “I’ll start. If your man’s tongue is in your pussy, don’t be afraid to buck his face. Sydney taught me that tip. You have a better chance at reaching multiple orgasms.”

  Everyone around the room appeared to take a mental note.

  Zoe raised her hand. “If your man is lying under you while you ride him as he slams into you lean forward a bit, you’ll feel a sensation you can’t get enough of. You should gain three orgasms from the move.”

  “Noted!” I sang.

  “I second that!” Nadine yelled.

  “I love when my husband stands on the side of the bed and places my legs on his shoulders.” She closed her eyes. “Mind blowing,” Sierra murmured.

  “Sierra, I agree!” Samantha shouted, slapping her hand.

  “Is it bad I like to be choked during sex? I it think intensifies the orgasm.” Nadine blushed.

  “As long as you are thoroughly satisfied. That’s what matters. But it sounds pretty fucking hot.” Samantha rested her elbow on her knee, pressing her chin into her palm. Excitement radiated her brown eyes.

  “What about being yelled at during sex? I happen to love it,” I sighed.

  “I think we all like it,” Sydney snickered.

  Nadine’s hand slowly rose. “I think I’m the only one of us with this issue. What if you handle a problem with your man? Then after disposing of the said problem you get turned on and want to fuck?”

  She shielded her face with her hand.

  Samantha pointed her finger at Nadine. “Oh, you mean killing a mark, a target, a bad guy, then after disposing of the body you ride your man like tomorrow’s never coming.” She licked her lips. “Is that what you are talking about?”

  “Yes,” Nadine grinned.

  “Oh, I have that wonderful problem too. I’ve done it numerous times!”

  “Sounds sexy to me,” Sydney chimed.

  Nadine stood smacking Sydney’s, then Samantha’s hands.

  “I’ll let you all know if and when it happens for me.”

  I peeked to my right at Sierra. She ran the top of her hand under her chin.

  “Sierra, what’s on your mind?” Sydney asked.

  Her forehead creased.

  “This is a safe place. I know Tony has thoroughly swept this house for bugs,” Samantha stated.

  “True he has,” Nadine smirked.

  “I killed a woman over my husband recently. On a yacht out on the Atlantic. We kissed so hard and he fucked me so good. It was fucking heaven,” she exhaled.

  Zoey and Nadine hopped up, waving their hands in the air.

  “Yes!” Zoey grinned.

  “Girl well do it then!” Nadine yelled.

  Sierra’s face blushed over.

  “Girl, you are the Donna of this family. That’s bound to happen several times.” Nadine ran her hand over her hair.

  “Isn’t this cute. Sydney, Zoey, and I are assassins and you three are mafia wives. If we pulled a job together it would be epic.”

  Sydney smiled. “Agreed.”

  “We should arrange a girls vacation,” Samantha smiled.

  “Sam, I’d love to if Sebastian and I were in a good place.”

  Samantha placed her hand over Sydney’s. “Sometimes that’s the best time to escape. Give yourself a chance to relax and miss him.”

  She nodded and sniffled.

  “Sydney, you know we are here for you. Give me a few months” Zoey rubbed her stomach. “Then we can hit the road.”

  “Zoey wait, no. I give birth in January.” Sierra frowned.

  “How about we make plans for March or April. We’ll travel somewhere exotic of course.” Nadine grinned.

  Each of us smiled around the room.

  “Sounds good to me. Dominic, said I work all the time. I’ll carve out a week.”

  Samantha rose. “It’s settled. We are going on a much-needed girls vacay!”

  We stood, smiling, hugging, and slapping hands.

  “I want to thank you, ladies for allowing us mafia women in your circle.” I smiled bright.

  The whole room burst into laughter.

  ∞

  Stepping through the front black double doors, I kicked off my stiletto’s. I leaned over and lined them neatly with my other shoes under the white and gold spiral staircase. Tomorrow I’ll inform the maid she can return the four pair of shoes to my closet. No need to call Dominic’s name. I knew exactly where he was. His favorite room had become the theater room. The chocolate curtains and the light wood boxing the massive TV made it impossible to leave. Not to mention the oversized tan sofas and ottomans.

  “Hey, babe. How was your day?” I flopped on the sofa laying my head in his lap, gazing into his gorgeous eyes. His hair had grown out. Fuller, curlier. I massaged his bearded face and bit my lower lip.

  He smirked. “Good. How was your day?” He planted light kisses on my breasts. My pussy clenched.

  “Very good. I skyped the scientists working out of the Vegas lab. All of our testing has gone well. We are ready for production,” I gleamed.”

  “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

  His lips captured mine.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  “Are you ready for the reception tomorrow?”

  “Yes. I want to dance the night away in your arms.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  “Don’t cut off your hair and beard. I want our wedding and reception pictures to be different.

  “I’ll only allow my barber to give me a trim.”

  “Ok. Well, I’m in need of a bath. I’ll be back. Enjoy your game.”

  I hopped up.

  “Will do.” He returned his attention to the football game on the oversized screen.

  The hot water was calling my name. I strolled through the white double doors and padded across the heated floor. The sea of floor to ceiling windows spanned across our bedroom. Peeking into the darkened sky, I smiled. Even though I missed California, I loved our life in New Jersey.

  I squeezed my aching shoulder muscles as I walked toward the master bathroom. Hunching over my station for hours at a time probably wasn’t good for my posture.

  Apple bubble bath dangled under my nose as I halted at the door. My hands flew over my mouth. A bed of pale blue rose petals blanketed the floor. “Oh my god.” I gripped the gray marble countertop. Stepping closer, I gazed into the tub filled with piping hot sudsy water and a plethora of rose petals.

  I couldn’t believe he did this.

  “Are you ok?”

  His deep voice swept over my skin like a melody. I turned peering up into his eyes. “It’s beautiful, Dominic.” I caressed his shoulders.

  He bit my earlobe.

  “Oh yes, babe.” My nipples pebbled against his broad chest. “Not yet.”

  “Yup, right now. I’ll massage your aching back.”

  He turned me away from him and pulled the top of my head back against his chest. Our eyes locked. “And your throbbing clit.” His lips crushed mine with passion and undeniable love.

  My head fell flat against his chest. His tongue stroked my neck and his fingers unbuttoned my blouse. My skin heated under his touch and my eyes hooded. I wrapped my hands around his muscled back. “You are my forever, Carmen. The woman I’ve desired to one day walk into my life.”

  His fingers gripped my breasts through my thin black lace bra. “I mean you literally stepped on my shoe.” His nose wrinkled. “I’d say that constitutes you walking into my life.”

  I laughed. “Dominic, I gue
ss you are right.”

  He yanked off my blouse and tossed it aside. “Lose the tight little slacks,” he ordered.

  I stepped back and faced him. Peeling my pants down my hips and legs. I flung them to the floor.

  Standing in the center of the bathroom, head hung low. His black hair dangled in his face.

  He was sexy as sin.

  A bad boy.

  A fucking mafia gangster.

  And all fucking mine.

  His eyes roamed my body. “Do away with the bra and panties.” He motioned his hand in the air.

  I unhooked my bra and it fell onto the bed of roses. Slipping my fingers into my panties, I slid them over my ass and they dropped to the floor.

  “Don’t move.” He stepped forward then circled me like a shark assessing his prey.

  His hands grazed my waist and then my ass, pulling my naked body flush against him.

  “Dominic,” I whispered, staring at us through the mirror.

  “Yes.”

  I held his face in my hands. “Kiss me.”

  He pulled my lower lip into his mouth. Grabbing my thighs, Dominic placed me on the countertop. A chill slithered up my spine. My fingers unfastened his jeans. I pushed his jeans and boxers under his ass. The shaft of his olive colored, veiny cock peeked out. I shoved them further down his legs with my feet. His dick sprung free. My face brightened. It was so big. And oh, so mine. I thrust my lips upon his. Dominic’s hands clutched my ass. I pushed his T-shirt up his delicious abs and over his head. My tongue slid along his pecs and I stroked his fat cock.