Page 26 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
My touch is gentle as I slide my fingers over the seam of her sex.
“You’re so delicious, bambola. That means doll in Italian,” I tell her, playing with the fantasy she can hear me and is as turned on by this as I am. “And right now, you’re so like that, aren’t you? My little doll.”
She’s overflowing, like she was getting herself off moments ago, rather than asleep. Perhaps she’s having very sweet dreams. Filthy dreams of her protector and his rampant cock.
“Forgive me. Forgive me, bambola.” I’m hoarse as I plead for her to excuse what I can’t stop myself from doing.
I slide one finger into her folds, and immediately, she yields. Soaking me, sucking me in.
“You’re like touching the sunrise,” I still, in awe, even though my heart races and my cock twitches. I nudge further into her wet cunt, and there it is. That small, hard nub that is the centre of her pleasure. It’s so easy to glide over it, and she pulses as I do it again.
Then again.
This is a step too far. Absolutely depraved.
“I’ve always been able to control myself before. But with you. You’re… You’re different, Taggie. I feel…”
Fuck, can I say this?
She’s asleep. She’ll never know.
“I feel so connected to you.” I rub in gentle but slowly increasing in intensity circles over her clit. “You’re the piece of my life I’ve been missing all this time. I know it’s not really like that. I know that’s a lie I’m telling myself to excuse the inexcusable. But it’s true that I’ve never done this before. I’ve never wanted to. I’ve never even thought of it. You’re so young. You’re not meant for me…” My voice breaks on that last word.
The pain of acknowledging how intensely I feel about this girl, while simultaneously knowing this can never be what I most need, is almost unbearable.
She writhes in her sleep, and I’m so far gone, I don’t stop. I need her to come, even if she’s asleep. Even if she might wake.
“These stolen moments, bambola. You can’t know what this means to me, even though it’s wrong. It feels…” I take one long breath, then another. My finger is soaked up to the second knuckle now.
With firm movements, I stroke her over and over, stimulating her body. I hold my breath, waiting for her to break. Reaching for my cock, I rub the pooled pre-come over the shaft and fist myself. I barely need anything. I’m impossibly worked-up from touching Taggie. It’s only seconds, and I push us over the edge at almost the same time, her core pulsing around my fingers as I spurt over my belly.
I groan.
It’s stunning and yet, without her eyes on me, it’s hollow.
I clean up, and set her thighs together, then stand over my sleeping girl.
“I can’t shake this stupid thought that you were made for me,” I murmur. “Or perhaps, I was made with space inside my heart for you, and all these years it’s been waiting, being empty. I’ve been lonely without you, Taggie. And now I’ve seen you, and it’s clear how perfectly we’d fit together, the pain of not being with you has flared up. It’s revealed like a light revealing a gaping hole I’ve been ignoring.”
12
DOM
It’s a measure of how desperate I am for public events to bring Taggie to that I find this acceptable.
“A blind book charity auction?” she asks as we enter the hotel that’s hosting this evening’s excuse to have my hand on the small of my wife’s back, I mean important fundraising and philanthropic opportunity.
“I don’t understand either,” I reply.
We’re here at one minute past the time on the invitation, because I am as patient to have Taggie in public so I can touch her as a hungry tiger is for his tea.
“Taggie!” Lily Anderson greets my fake-wife as though they’re best buddies and I reluctantly allow her to be pulled away for a hug.
We’re supposed to have been married in secret for a year, I remind myself. This level of obsession is going to get suspicious. But like the threat from Thaxted and the inevitable choice of how to deal with him, I’m pushing the risk to the back of my mind and relishing the present.
“I don’t know if I said,” Lily is telling Taggie. “I’m theowner of a bookshop in Croydon, and Willow has one in Bethnal Green.”
“So what’s a blind book auction?” Taggie glances around at me. “Dom couldn’t tell me.”
