I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night

Chapter 11 Learn To Be A Mistress

Chapter 11 Learn to be a Mistress

As soon as Antonio left, the oppressive claustrophobia that filled the room dissipated, revealing the true spaciousness of his upscale apartment.

I sat on a high stool at the kitchen bar, sipping whiskey carefully while taking in the details of Antonio's home. As a graduate student at Boston University's School of Art, art appreciation and fashion design were mandatory courses in my curriculum.

Despite my disdain for the cold, morgue-like design of Antonio's place, I had to admit it was a masterpiece.

From the overall layout of the space to the aromatherapy on the TV stand, everything was placed with meticulous precision, as if measured by a ruler. It was like observing the habitat of someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder!

I scoffed internally, finishing off the whiskey in my glass. When I reached for the bottle again, I realized I was in trouble-I had forgotten how many drinks I had, but I knew it was half a bottle! No wonder my head felt dizzy and my cheeks were hot.

I belched, heavy with the smell of alcohol, leaning heavily against the bar, my head spinning as the room seemed to twirl around me in jest.

Antonio emerged from the shower, and as I cradled my head and looked over, I saw his scar-riddled, bare torso. My gaze swept over his firm eight- pack abs and the clean lines of his hips, ending at a pure white towel...

"You look disappointed?" Antonio's laughter echoed in my ears, his breath hot and ticklish.

I reflexively scratched my ear and denied emphatically, "Not at all! Everything will be mine soon when we get to bed!" The alcohol blurred my senses; I thought I heard Antonio speak, yet perhaps not. He pinched my flushed earlobe, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down half the bottle.

He drank hastily, and the excess water spilled from his mouth, trickling down his distinct Adam's apple, across his chest, and abs, disappearing into the white towel at his waist.

For some reason, I felt a sudden fear and thirst. I couldn't help but step back from the bar. That step seemed to awaken a sleeping beast. Antonio put down the water bottle and strode toward me.

"Ah! Antonio, you bastard, put me down!"

The familiar sensation of being airborne came again as Antonio hoisted me onto his shoulder, his firm shoulder pressing into my abdomen painfully. Antonio ignored my protests, carrying me upstairs and directly into the bedroom at the end of the hallway, where he laid me on the bed. The bed was large and soft, the silky sheets making me feel like a beached fish, unable to escape from beneath him. He easily restrained my hands with one hand.

I gasped and struggled as Antonio drew the sash from my bathrobe, tying my hands to the bedpost. "Don't tie me up, Antonio, l-I'll obey you, please don't tie me up."

"Stop moving, Sienna," Antonio whispered, kissing me. "Take care of your hands."

"No, I... mm..." Antonio captured my lips with his, sliding his tongue into my mouth as I tried to protest, entwining our tongues, leaving me surviving on the scant air he breathed into me. "Antonio..."

He peeled open my loosely fitting bathrobe, his warm lips kissing my cool skin, sending shivers through my body. My eyes, heavy with intoxication, gasped for air, my bound hands wanting to grasp something tangible to anchor the floating desires.

Antonio kissed my collarbone, his hand kneading my breast, "You need to learn to please me, Sienna."

"I..." I gasped, wanting to embrace him, but unable to move, I could only glare at him in frustration. "My hands are tied, how can I please you? Please my ass!"

"Then use your ass to please me." Antonio lifted my legs around his waist, raising my hips so that my lower half was suspended in the air.

I let out a hoarse cry, my somewhat swollen lower body immediately pressing against a firm object.

I knew what it was; under Antonio's sway, it gently prodded my legs, rubbing against the tender insides of my thighs, bringing a faint pain with each movement. "Stop, stop rubbing," I cried out in pain, the skin on the inside of my thighs was already delicate, and his thing was so rough, the movements so crude, it was bound to chafe.

As I resisted, the bedroom's extension phone suddenly rang, giving me a moment of relief. "The phone, Antonio, stop..." I gasped. "Ignore it." Antonio slapped my buttocks twice, "Baby, shake your butt, come on! Get me in!"

"I can't, oh... slow down, slow... Antonio..." I called out his name helplessly, mind numbing pleasure and pain mingling at the root of my thighs.

I twisted my wrists uncomfortably,

trying to grasp something but

l.nez

finding nothing, feeling an itch in both my heart and legs. "Antonio.. murmured his name, my legs trapped around his waist, rubbing, trying to close but failing. "I'm here, Sienna." Antonio kneaded the flesh of my buttocks, pinching my clitoris, his rough hands electrifying, leaving a trail of tingling, sour delight.

I couldn't help but tremble and plead with Antonio, "Please, let me go..."

"You should be begging me to fuck you harder, Sienna," Antonio squinted at me, enjoying the pitiful look of me trembling and crying from desire, "I still prefer the way you invited me to fuck you at the bar, so seductive, Sienna."

I wasn't sure when the ringing of the bedroom phone had stopped, the spacious room now only filled with the lascivious sounds of Antonio nibbling on my nipples and my suppressed moans. My eyes, soaked with tears, the urgent ring of the phone seemed like a signal, pushing my pleasure to a peak in an instant.

I moaned, a sweet, sticky fluid

surged from deep within my body, soaking the bedsheet below. Breathing hurriedly, I collapsed weakly onto the debauched bed. Antonio dipped his fingers in

sticky fluid, pulling them an the

to

draw a lascivious silver thread, chuckling softly, he lifted my legs, "Your body is amazing, Sienna. You are even more sensitive than I

imagined. Come, open your eyes

and look at me."

Antonio's voice softened, beguiling me, "I love your eyes, I love how they stain with desire for me."

"Wait, wait a minute, Antonio..." I struggled to escape from beneath him, but he was poised and ready. Just then, the relentless ringing of the phone abruptly stopped, followed by an urgent knocking at the door, "Boss!"

Antonio's thrust halted, his breathing quickened, "You better have something important!"

The person outside didn't dare any delay, "Mr. Enzo asks you to take the call." Antonio cursed coarsely, quickly climbing off me and pulling the blanket over my body. He didn't rush to dress, picking up a towel from the floor and wrapping it around his lower body, he took the phone from the bodyguard's hand, "Grandfather..."

The door was shut behind him by Antonio, and lay back on the soft bedding, desire still churning within me, unwilling to subside. I rubbed my legs together and exhaled heavily, the smell of alcohol rising, leaving me somewhat dazed could hear Antonio pacing in the hallway outside, seemingly agitated, muttering angrily into the phone. I was too tired, only faintly catching a word, "engagement"...