by Mj Fields
“No, you ain’t.” He holds up his shot glass. “To graduation and what the future holds.”
I give in. Twenty minutes, and four shots later, we are in the bathroom.
“You gonna come with me?” he asks, as he pulls my skirt up.
“No.”
He pulls down my panties, “Step out, darlin’.”
I do and he pulls them off; then his jeans hit the floor.
He asks, “You ready for a ride?” in that damn drawl, as he rips the condom open and rolls it on quickly.
“No.” I close my eyes. I am being fucking ridiculous.
His fingers run up my seams and he moans. “When things hurt, this always makes it feel better, darlin’. You sure you ain’t ready? You certainly feel it.” He pushes a finger inside me and everything comes alive.
I reach down and stroke him.
“That’s right, girl.” He pins my arms to the wall above my head with one hand.
“Tell me you want a ride,” he hisses against my lips, as he pushes another finger inside my wetness.
“I want a ride.”
In one hard swift move, James is inside me. He lifts me up. “Wrap ‘em around me, darlin’.”
As I wrap my legs around him, I glance at my watch. He sees me and laughs. “You got somewhere to be?”
“Nope,” I say, as my back hits the wall.
“Good answer. Now, hang on.”
He is brutal, which is exactly what I want right now. I want to feel his cock hitting as deep as he can, hard.
After I come, he does, too. I glance at my watch again. Seven minutes, he is up by two minutes.
“Feel better now?” he asks, as he hands me a wad of toilet paper.
“Nope.” I clean myself up, pull my skirt down, toss the toilet paper, and start to walk out of the bathroom.
James grabs my arm, “Bullshit. Nothing feels better than an orgasm, darlin’.”
“Maybe not.” I pull my arm back. “But you didn’t deserve me, again.”
“I just needed more than you. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it in here,” he hits his chest, “when I fuck up.”
“You have a fucking problem, you know that?”
“Sure do. Just wanted to make sure you knew, it wasn’t you that I had a problem with.”
My hands fly to my hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Means, I didn’t enjoy hurting you, okay? Means, I still wish you were under me every day. Means…Hell, give me another shot. Maybe?” He scratches his head, “Come home with me.”
You have got to be kidding me. “Why?”
“I won’t fuck anyone but you. Hell, this summer’s circuit is going to be crazy. I’ll be getting my ass thrown around by bulls.” He smirks. “Tell me you won’t enjoy seeing that.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Cause you’ll be worried about my safety? I promise you can doctor up my wounds after each rodeo. Plus, where else you gonna go?”
“I have friends, a degree, and big things in store.”
“There are jobs on the ranch and some in town. Busy place you know? Not a lot of downtime.”
I huff, “Meaning you won’t be passing the time fucking the neighbor?”
“No, I won’t be.”
“Why, is she ugly?”
“Hideous,” he chuckles.
I try to push past him and he pulls me back. “This is an olive branch, Laney. Take the damn thing. Let’s see where it leads. I said I would try, never done that before. Just. Try.”
“This is a dangerous game we’re playing, Jules,” I say, as she unbuckles my belt and sinks to her knees. We are in my office on the fourth floor of Deluca Inc. Livorno, Italy.
“Dom, hush. Let me take care of this.” She strokes my flaccid cock, while looking up at me and licking her lips.
“We are so close. We have two years vested. The office is no place for this. Oh, cazzo, do not stop.” I grab the back of her head and hold it, as I ram my cock down her throat.
Jules DeLuca gives the best blow job in the entire world. My cock has been in a lot of mouths, but nothing like hers. There is no mouth ballet being performed. It is not for entertainment purposes. It is for a purpose. It is not a learned act. It is the best mouth fuck I had ever had. All the willpower in the universe cannot stop me from allowing Jules to suck my cock. No threat of a husband. No worry of what others might think. Any man whose been in her mouth will do anything he can to feel how she works a cock, just one more time. She spits on her palm, wraps her fingers around me, and pumps her hand back and forth, lubricating me before her hot wet mouth slides up and down my shaft.
I lean back against my desk and grab the back of her head, pulling her almost all the way down my rod. When I release her, she opens her mouth, and gasps for a breath. I look down and see the saliva from her mouth glistening nearly down the full length of me.
Gasping for air, she sits back panting, as she pumps me, and laps at my balls. “That’s it, Jules, suck me, lick me, then get back up, and let me ram my cock down that hungry throat of yours.”
“Mmm,” she moans, as she swirls her tongue around the pre cum on the tip of my cock, before orally fucking me. I feel the build. I feel the knowing burn, the build of a forceful orgasm building in my balls. After nearly ten minutes of assaulting her mouth, I grab the back of her hair and pull her back.
“Open and lean back.” She does as I ask, with her waiting and wanting mouth open wide, as I pump my load into it.
“Mangos.” She smiles and licks the cum from her lips.
I give her a wink and pull her up into standing position. “Thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome.” She adjusts her skirt and pulls her hair tie out, fixing the hair that I ruffled with my hand. “Now, explain to me why you have to go to America. What is so important that it takes you away from helping me finish Benito off, once and for all?”
“Business.” I say, as I finished buckling my belt.
“It is all business, Dominic. Why so cryptic?”
“Our situation didn’t start as business, Jules, and you know that. I understand that you work for DeLuca and have given me a wealth of information, but you also know that what we have going on here needs to stop.”
She tries to suppress her smile.
“I’m serious this time. Is my dick more important than the objective?”
“No, of course not, but your focus on the objective is as important. I have given you everything you need to end him. When he is out of the picture.” She stops and clears her throat.
I don’t wait for her to continue, “I know, Jules. This is a win-win. However, it didn’t start like that. So please, we need to stop this.”
“Says the man who just filled my mouth.” She nudges me.
“You have a talented mouth. It could control the universe, bring down any adversary--”
“Except, Benito.”
“He’s not human. He’s the devil incarnate.”
She nods.
“You’ve gotten very good at dealing with him, and unless you’ll trust we can protect you and--”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Then, why the visit?”
“A reminder.”
“I’m a man of my word, Jules. I am doing this how you want. My way would have--”
“My way will not only end life as he knows it, but crush his blackened soul.” Her lip curls and she closes her eyes.
“I know, Jules.” I rub her back and kiss the top of her head. I lift her chin with my hand. “No more of this. You know I’m weak when it comes to this mouth of yours. So, do me a favor, stay off of your knees when you’re alone with me.”
“Your eyes, Dom, are very telling. I see need and want--”
“We’ve both admitted there is a great friendship and attraction, but not the kind--”
She pulls her head back, away from my touch. “I do remember. I’m the one who started that conversation, if you recall.”
“G
ood, now get going. I have work to do before leaving for New Jersey.”
“That place is horrific, no culture, no art, no--”
“It’s a wonderful place to visit.”
“Oh yes, because of your family, the painted boys.”
“Easy, tiger, blood is blood. You, of all people, should know this.”
After she leaves, I stand with my arms crossed, looking out over Port Mediceo. What my cousins and I have done here is amazing. After Isabella Segretti DeLuca passed away, there was no one to fight for what our great grandfathers had built out of vines and dirt. When my grandfather, Joseph Segretti, passed, his right hand man, DeLuca, helped my grandmother learn the Segretti business. She believed he saved our family’s company, we now know otherwise. The prick fooled her into loving him, and little by little, he swindled money, and shares. He secured every powerful position within the company, to ensure his deception was never uncovered. Little did he know, she had a lawyer, a childhood friend of her husband, looking out for her best interests. After a couple years of watching what was going on, to be sure his suspicions were correct, he told her. At first, she didn’t believe him. Then together, they ensured that the company, which at the time was called DeLuca, would never be given to the likes of him.
Grandmother Isabella had been estranged from her daughter, Josephina, for years. DeLuca thought nothing of a few shares being divided up between people who would never even know when Grandmother died, until long after she was gone, because they were estranged. Deluca didn’t know she was prepared to undo the wrongs done by Josephina’s father, my Grandfather, Joe Segretti, and herself, by disowning her for marrying an American military man.
My own parents had died in a single engine airplane when my sister Valentina and I were very young. We were raised by maids and nannies, while our grandparents worked the vineyards and managed a billion dollar company. When my partying ways ensued during college, they seemed not to notice, or they didn’t have the time or desire to take notice. I lived on the yacht paid for by them, and the handsome monetary allowance given each month, afforded me the lifestyle of Italy’s most notable playboy.
To the outside world, our family life seemed something worthy of envy. My lifestyle didn’t show otherwise. Not even my cousins, Cyrus, Jase, Zandor, and Xavier, or Abe O’Donnell, the young CFO, had a clue that the very foundation of our family’s business was on the verge of crumbling.
They were smart. Steel Inc. was virtually untouchable. Abe had maneuvered that very well. They would never lose what they’d built in New Jersey. With millions of dollars coming in, the five men ensured it was indestructible; they had no worries.
My devotion to the family fortune, the business, has been grossly underestimated. My lifestyle and laid-back nature made it appear as if it wasn’t as important to me, as it was to them. Valentina and I had enough money to continue living the lifestyle. Hell, we never have to work another day in our lives. Both our mother and father’s families were wealthy; we had trust funds that could clear national debts. So, why would we even give a shit if it fell apart?
I am Dominic Segretti, a man who is assumed to not crave power. That all changed the day I was given a taste. Thanks to my cousin, Jase Steel, there is nothing I crave more, nothing. He showed me that family was everything. Showed me what I had missed growing up with everything given to me, everything except a mother and father. The man whose every word taught me what his taught him. Family, blood or not, was the most important possession one could have. He said ‘as a family we can rebuild what was torn away from us and build something for our children’s children.’ I saw in him hunger, and loyalty to a family that he was blessed enough to be raised in. Then, I met his daughter. When I learned that Jase’s hunger and loyalty came from being unable to control something he had wanted, more than his next breath, it opened a wound. One caused by twisted metal, and a loss so great nothing mattered anymore. Family was what mattered.
I assume, that after pushing Josephina away, my grandparents tried to over compensate by giving Valentina and I the world. Valentina was still in college. She was doing something she loved, working with animals. Valentina was going to be a veterinarian. She would be in school for a long time, and honestly, I wasn’t sure at first that she would stick with it, but she had. She was doing it big. Her grades and hard work placed her in the top five of her class. She would have no problem as long as she didn’t get distracted.
Jules DeLuca was not a distraction. She was my best friend and occasional lover. It didn’t start out that way, not at all. She despised men like me, men in power. When she realized I was not like most men in this position, she softened a bit. When I found out her secret desire, and the hell she lived daily, she became my friend. When Benito started seeing us spending a little more time together, he did what he always did to control the situation with his wife. He offered her up as a party favor after a business meeting at one of the clubs he owned.
The shame in her eyes when they flicked quickly at me, made me sick. It’s not like I hadn’t seen it a few dozen times over the years. Honestly, I thought, why the hell wouldn’t she want another sexual partner? Benito was slimy. The fucker was evil. I don’t know what caused me to step in, but I did.
“Benito, why have I never gotten a taste of Jules?”
He laughed, “You go right ahead, but you owe me, Dom. Understand?”
Nothing sexual happened that night. I learned a little more of her secret and we formed a plan. One to end the cruel reign of Benito over her, while keeping her and the ones she loved, safe.
A few months later, she came to my yacht when I was drunk. She exposed Benito’s plan. When I tried to leave to get to him, she took matters into her own hands, then her mouth, then inside of her soaked pussy.
Why had I allowed that to happen? She says, fucking his wife without permission made me feel powerful. She may have been right, but I didn’t like it one bit. I may be a playboy, but never a player. I didn’t use women for sex. I allowed them to use me.
So yes, I crave power. Power in the form of having everything I need to help those I have left.
To honor the ones who are no longer here, and to ensure that one day, what was now Deluca Italy will be as indestructible as Steel USA. Then, when I have proven myself, I will fight to put the name Segretti back on the buildings I am now fighting to keep.
***
I arrive at the private airstrip and board the private plane. I hate to fly; I’m sure it’s understandable after losing my parents. I walk up to the cockpit and sit down next to Pablo, one of our pilots, the one I always request on my flights.
“Mr. Segretti, will you be flying today?”
“Long flight, Pablo. Just take off and landing.”
“Yes sir.” He moves to the copilot seat and I sit in the captain’s seat.
“You ready to head west?”
“Sure am.”
We land in New Jersey and a car is waiting on the tarmac. No customs, perfect.
“Mr. Segretti, as requested there is a room for you at the Taj Mahal.”
“Thank you.” I throw my duffle bag in the car. “You ready to play some cards, Pablo?”
“Of course.” Pablo grins at me.
“Enjoy your stay. Casinos are becoming a rare commodity on the strip. Five are closing down,” the cab driver tells me, as we pull in front of the hotel.
“Why is that?”
“Excuse me?” the driver asks.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, my English wasn’t that broken. “Why?”
“Business is down. Can’t keep them open.”
“Interesting. Well, we will have to give them more reason to close the doors. Ready to take their money, Pablo?”
I am a skilled poker player. I love the game, draw, stud, or any style of poker. I’m sure it fucks with people that I can hide emotion and appear relaxed in any situation. Shit, until meeting Sabato, I couldn’t be beat.
After a shower and change of clothes, I walk down to meet Pab
lo to play some cards.
It isn’t as busy or lively as I expect. The exception is a group of men surrounding a red haired young woman, in a black denim skirt with a red tank top and a black and red polka dot scarf. She must be winning because the men are applauding, and she is laughing. Her laugh intrigues me. It causes me to walk closer to see what is making this character so happy.
I stand watching as she pulls the arm of the slot machine. When the reels stop, bells and whistles sound, and flashing lights illuminate the area. It is obnoxious, but the little ladybug seems to love it.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Pablo, saying he is on the phone with his girls and will be down soon. I tell him take his time.
She sees me staring and smiles. She has a cute little dimple on her left cheek. When she looks back, I am still staring and her face reddens.
I look around and motion for the wait staff. I take two glasses of wine, down them and take two more. I hand him a hundred dollar bill. “I want to buy the ladybug a drink, too.”
“These are complimentary, sir.”
“I want to buy her a drink.”
“Sir, we don’t --”
“Give her a drink,” I say, as I hold up another bill.
He smiles and does as he is asked. No wonder casinos were closing around here; free, cheap booze.
I watch as he hands her the drink. He whispers in her ear, and I see a smile creeping up her face with that damn dimple.
Sexy.
I look at my phone again and then look for the poker room. When I turn back, she is standing in front of me.
“You trying to get me drunk?” Her voice is huskier than I expected.
“Would that make this easier?”
She smiles. “You’re not from around here.”
“What gave it away, the shoes?”
She giggles and looks down. “Those are some big feet.”
“I will take that as a compliment. You, too, are foreign to these parts.”
“Visiting a friend tomorrow. Got in early.”
“Me, as well.”
“Visiting you?” she asks.
