RUSSO EL MASSIMO
"Well, what can I say other than congratulations?" Diego grinned, stretching a hand out and shaking me.
"And what can I say other than you lost as you know you would have?" I chuckled.
"I knew it was an impossible mission for me to get the contract the moment you got onto the deal" Diego shook his head and sat on the seat across my desk.
"You do look happy though." He pointed out.
"Well, I guess I am" I shrugged my shoulders.
"It's not just the contract, right? Contracts don't delight you this much anymore. There's something else, isn't there?"
"Well, I killed a few men of dark caster last night so I guess that adds to it?"
"Yeah, I heard about it. Heard he had his men intercept your goods" Diego moved closer with curiosity.
"Foolishness is what I call it. I don't joke with my goods and dark caster should know that best."
"Looks to me like he is trying very hard to bring you down and make you lose a few partners." Diego noted.
"He is going to have a harder time trying. I have a huge deal on the way and once I have it finalized, it will be enough to buy over those on his side and once I get them over to my side, dark caster is going six feet under."
Diego chuckled.
"What deal is that, though?"
"Nothing for you to know about yet" I replied him and he nodded thoughtfully.
"I still do not believe that your bright look is from what you have just mentioned. Tell me the truth, Russo. I can only think of one thing"
I groaned and leaned back into my chair, settling an intense and unwavering glare at him.
"You are right" I shrugged nonchalantly.
"What the... You slept with her?!"
"Might want to rush off to the broadcast room of the company and tell that to everyone." I replied sarcastically.
"Russo, your office is sound proofed. No one is going to hear me but how the hell did you...?"
"It just happened" I diverted my gaze back to what I was working on.
"And what are you going to do now?" He questioned.
"Continue" I replied very simply.
"It's not going to be a one time thing too?"
"You are starting to annoy me, Diego. She... Caramia was more than everything I thought she would fucking be. There's no way I would have one taste and let go of her."
Diego's gaze rested on me for a while.
"And you have no intentions of making it a romantic relationship?"
"I am sure I have given you an answer to that question before and that answer remains unchanged. She wants me, I want her. That's all"
"Fine" he raised his hands in the air and did a small shrug.
"But when things start happening, I would definitely be the friend who offered you enough advice."
Of course, I knew that Diego was right and what happened last night should never have happened but I couldn't find it in myself to care a tiny bit about right or wrong.
If it was wrong, then I surely didn't mind adding it the long list of wrong things I do. I wasn't going to stop fucking that tight pussy anytime soon and I wasn't going to not fuck her ass too. I wasn't going to not play with that body of hers like I always wanted to.
There was no stopping. Even if Rosaline's father, my own adopted brother came back to life, I would damn him and bury my cock deep inside of Caramia.
ROSALINE
I walked down the stairs into Russo's secret room, taking slow steps as my limp was still yet to go away.
I turned on the lights and let my eyes roam the place just like it had done last night. I could almost see myself and Russo, naked and fucking in front of that life sized painting.
I moved closer to the painting and looked down at the floor where my cum and his cum had dripped on. The floor had however been cleaned already. Definitely before I woke up from my sleep this morning.
I looked at the painting again and felt my breath hitch. I could almost see Russo, naked except for a painter's apron while painting this naked picture of me.
I could imagine what he looked like, his cock was probably hard as he painted me and he probably jerked off to his unfinished work each time until he finished this masterpiece.
What if... What if his cum had even been mixed with the paint a few times?
"Fuck" I cursed, the scenes in my head making me feel hot.
I let my fingers gently touch the painting and a small smile appeared on my lips before I walked away from it.
Just knowing that he had been wanting me for over five years was more than enough to have me wanting more of him.
I wanted him back soon.
I walked away from the painting and that was when I realized that there was a mirror right opposite the painting.
I looked at the mirror, my brows arched. What was the mirror for?
I didn't think much of it though and moved towards the collections of spanking tools.
"Oh my" It was close to a moan as I felt the whips and tools with my fingers.
"I can't wait for daddy to spank me again" I moved my hand to my nipples and gave them a little pinch, making myself gasp.
My gaze landed on the nipples clamps and I wondered how they would feel, clipped to my hard nipples. Would it hurt? Or would it hurt pleasurably?
"Oh, please come home daddy" I pinched my nipples again and moaned, setting my gaze on the vibrators.
Mostly unfamiliar ones. I would do anything for him to set those vibrators working on my pussy and my clit.
My right hand slid from my right tit and moved to my panties, picturing daddy teasing me with those vibrators.
Which one would he use on me first? Would he let me cum as soon as I wanted to cum? Or would he edge me, teasing me for long before letting me cum.
"I need... I need you, daddy" I rubbed my clit harder and fondled my left tit too, letting my gaze fall on the cuffs.
Ah! What pleasures I would feel, being on my knees with my hands cuffed behind me and my mouth being fucked by daddy's big cock.
God, I was being such a fucking whore but I really needed to be stuffed right now.
"Daddy, what are you doing to your whore? Oh... Fuck..." I bit my lower lips.
"Please come fuck your little slut, daddy."