LOVE AND SEX (the mafia’s slutty wife)

Serena sat on the edge of the bed she shared with Damon and stared into space, she had to admit that she loved the feel of his hands on her but he had pushed her away like she was a monumental mistake and it had hurt her. She wasn’t trying to feel entitled to him and they had both taken what they wanted from each other, so why did she feel like she had just being used. She sighed dramatically and got up twirling her fingers and looking around to do something, anything but think about what had just happened and how she felt about it. Cooking was something that would take her mind off everything so she decided to cook, ignoring how tired she was.

She hoped he wouldn’t come and try to salvage the situation but judging from what she knew about him these past few days, she did not think he was going to which was all the better for her because she neither wanted to discuss what had just happened or relive it.

Serena walked back to the sitting room and headed to the kitchen, trying to ignore Damon who was still on the phone with whoever, she could feel his stare follow her all the way and resisted the urge to turn around just to see what expression his eyes held, she was not that feeble and so she squared her shoulders and continued the incredibly long journey to the kitchen. Soon she had something going and began to relax, although her mother had forced them to learn most of these chores, cooking was one thing Serena loved to do and she went as far as inventing and experimenting different cooking techniques whenever she could and today was one of those days. She was trying to make some mashed potatoes and scramble some eggs with tomatoes carefully grated, the aroma convinced her that she was doing a splendid job.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Smells real nice” Damon said on entering the kitchen. He had just gotten off a call with his father who had asked him if he had made sure to go over the contract with Serena, he had no idea why his father was so vested on the idea of introducing her to what made him tick. He did not see her as someone who would agree to his terms and he could always have other ladies over who would do as he said with no strings attached. His father had stated that he wanted to keep it in the family to avoid things he did getting out but who cared about that?

Serena was not even up to his taste in the kind of women he wanted and although she had awoken something primal in him, he alluded that to his not having sex for some days. She was not his type, he was into blonde women, the petite, model kind with blue eyes and mouth that can work wonders on his cock. She looked like she would never know her way around a blowjob not to talk of the things he did but even as he watched her turn to acknowledge his presence and the smile brighten her face at his praise, he was gob smacked on how utterly stunning she looked in her own innocent kind of way. He wanted to take the light in her eyes and snuff it out while she groveled in ecstasy, he was sure she would not appreciate his train of thought and so he cleared his throat gruffly.

“About what happened earlier…” he began

Serena stopped peeling the plantain and waited for him to continue, she knew what was coming but wanted to hear it from him.

“It would never repeat itself again, I was merely comforting you. Do not think for one minute it was anything more than that” he said with a tone of finality and walked out sucking the air out of the kitchen.

Serena dropped the knife she was holding and took a deep breath, her breath coming out in short pants.

He was an asshole, a motherfucking asshole, she thought picking up the knife and stabbing the plantain envisioning it was Damon and smiling at the look of surprise on his face as she stabbed him repeatedly.

She sighed again and closed her eyes reminiscing on how good the kiss felt, how utterly devastating and how she had melted in his arms. She knew she was never going to be kissed like that in her lifetime except by him.

……

Judith was waiting naked for Damon when he arrived and he smiled as she stretched leisurely like a cat, now this was what he wanted and not some doe eyed innocent girl pricking his conscience.

“Mi Amor… you have offended me.” She purred through half closed eyes.

Damon got rid of his shirt and walked over to where she lay running his hand across her bare ass and smacking it, this elicited a moan from her, she just knew the right sounds to make.

She got up and faced him in the dim light, waiting for his instructions.

“Kneel” Damon commanded

She did immediately and unzipped his trouser, he gripped her head and she directed her mouth to his cock like an eager minx sucking on it like a lollipop.

Damon grunted, forcing her mouth away from his Dick, he wasn’t getting the release he sought.

“Get up” he said gruffly.

Judith noticed the terse way he lifted her to her feet and quirked her eyebrow in a way to inquire what was wrong. Damon merely gave a shake of his head and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her back against their play wall where handcuffs hung.

He bound her hands and feet, leaving her exposed to his probing mouth. He began his work on her, slapping her thigh and watched as she gasped and tried to get out of the restraints.

“Quiet” he commanded and there was silence.

He knelt this time, releasing her legs and putting them on his shoulders. He was face to face with her cunt this time which was dripping wet, his mouth began exploring. He tongue fucked her and then began fingering her, dipping two fingers in and out with mad frenzy. She was by now limp and shaking, he slapped the insides of her thighs and groped her clit between two fingers, flicking them and then with his second hand began finger fucking her again. He could hear her cries of passion but instead of being aroused as he usually would have been, he could only think about doing this to Serena and how hard he wanted to make her scream his name and as he brought her to climax, he could only envision Serena’s face.