Page 59 of Vendetta

I raise my eyebrow? What the hell does that mean exactly? He gets up taking the coffee and sips it before putting it on the side.

His hands tug at the tie around my waist and he undoes the robe I’ve put on. I let it fall as he admires me once more. He picks me up, lays me on the coffee table on my back and ties my limbs to each of the legs as I watch his face for any hint of what he’s planning now.

“I got you a present.” He says holding a box up.

“What is it?” I ask. It’s big, way too big for jewellery and from the glint in his eye I’m pretty certain it’s got something to do with the fact I’m restrained right now.

He opens it, placing it between my thighs. “If I’m honest it’s more of a present to myself.” He says before sitting down back at his desk.

“What?” I begin as he holds a remote up and then the thing comes to life, it’s a robot, a fucking vibrator robot thing. I know my jaw drops as it slides into me.

“What do you think?” He says as I let out a moan in shock and pleasure too.

It’s pumping away now, slowly, I hate to admit it but it’s pretty fucking hot, and the way Nico is watching, grinning, hell that only makes it better.

“I thought you had work?” I say again.

“I do.” He says dropping his gaze focusing on the paperwork in front of him as if I’m not being fucked right now, as if his vibrator thing is not getting me closer and closer and then it stops.

I let out a small moan and he grins, meeting my eye, waiting until he’s certain my orgasm has died completely before he turns it back on. The bastard is edging me right now. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Moan for me. Don’t hold back. I want to hear how much you like it.” He says and god help me I do. I don’t even mean to but as it builds again I’m moaning, rocking my hips as much as I can, enjoying every second.

He grins. I think I’m a radio to him right now, a symphony of noise, the perfect backdrop to keep him focused as he stares at whatever the hell paper is apparently more important than me.

I feel my sweat dripping from my brow, I’m close again. I’m moaning more and just as my body shudders, just as my release hits me it stops. It falters. Everything is still.

“Nico.” I gasp.

“No Eleri, I need to work.”

“Then why won’t you let me cum and we can stop this?” I say.

He grins. “Where would be the fun in that?” He hits the button and the toy is vibrating again, pounding into me.

I moan, I writhe, fuck if he can tease me I can tease him too.

His phone rings and he picks it up, his eyes trained on me as he speaks.

I let out a long moan and he grins, turning the remote up more, increasing the intensity which only makes me moan more.

“..no I’m not fucking right now Preston.” Nico says. “Eleri is simply providing some stress relief.” He says.

I moan again, I don’t even mean too but the way this toy is fucking me makes it hard to be silent.

Nico laughs. I don’t know if it’s because of me or because of something Preston has said but in this moment I don’t really care. I shut my eyes, focusing on the pleasure, focusing on the fact I’m spread eagled for this mob boss to do what he wants and by god do I fucking love it.

At some point Nico hangs up and then he’s stood over me, watching as I’m getting fucked. He kneels down, teasing my nipples before running his thumb over my bottom lip. I suck it in, lick it. I’m so deeply lost in my own arousal I’m not even aware of what I’m doing.

He grins letting me suck as if I’m pretending it’s his cock and in truth I am. I’d love him to unzip his pants and reward me with it right now.

As if he can read my mind he does it, he unzips and gets it out. My mouth waters at the sight of it. He looks so engorged, so turned on.

“Do you want this Eleri?” He says.

I nod. Eagerly.

“Of course you fucking do.” He says straddling my chest crushing me as he half forces his cock in my mouth. I moan, I suck. I love every second. He’s just so dominant, so aggressive, so uninhibited.

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