Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

It’s past nine when I finally get home. The apartment is quiet when I step off the service elevator. A light shines over the kitchen island, but otherwise the floor is dark.

“Nicole?” I put her computer and the stack of folders Nora gave me to bring home for Nicole on the end table beside the couch.

She doesn’t answer.

I’ve had men stationed downstairs and at every door of the warehouse, so I know she’s here. Maybe she’s fallen asleep out of boredom. I have a sixty-inch smart TV, but I’ve never seen her use it. She reads on her phone or listens to books if she’s not working.

She picked through her belongings at her apartment last week and brought over only two boxes of things. Mostly paperbacks and picture albums, along with her clothes. Everything else was put into a storage unit. Looking around my apartment, it would be hard to believe she lives here with me. Other than her purse hanging from the hook near the elevator, nothing of hers lays about.

Not a piece of clothing, a magazine, some trinket to decorate the place. Nothing. It’s like she’s a guest here, not my wife.

Even the kitchen has no trace of her. The container from the food she ordered out is already in the trash. The sink is clean, all dishes either put away or waiting in the dishwasher. I’ve always had a tidy place, but without any touches of her it has a sterile feel to it.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head upstairs. She’s probably sitting in the window seat reading.

When I push the bedroom door open, letting the lights pour out of the room into the darkened hallway, I find my wife. My naughty, naughty wife.

For a moment, I stand in the doorway staring at her naked body spread open on the bed, her gentle fingers stuffed in her pussy. Her free hand cradles her bare tit, her nipple pinched between her fingers.

“What’s this?” I ask, startling her. She freezes and her eyes fly open, coming to meet mine directly.

“Jakub.” She scrambles to sit up, grabbing a throw blanket from the foot of the bed and covering herself with it. Her juices shimmer on her fingers gripping the blanket in a fist. The blush bursting on her cheeks makes my cock rock hard.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. I stop at the foot of the bed, slipping my hands into my front pockets.

“I thought you’d be later.” Her answer tells me everything but doesn’t answer my question.

“So, you thought you could touch what’s mine?” I ask, making a point of looking at her bare legs still poking out from the throw. “I punished you earlier, didn’t I?” I ask, tilting my head, lowering my voice. From her position, I can easily see the red blush on her ass cheeks. It was a hard spanking, and one she deserved.

She opens her mouth then snaps her lips shut, like she thought better of speaking the words about to tumble out.

“Don’t let me stop you, Nicole.” I take my hands out of my pockets and shuck out of my jacket. “Go on.” I wave at her when she continues to sit on the bed staring at me. I’m not sure if it’s mortification or annoyance over being caught touching herself that has her so silent.

“What?” She blinks a few times.

I bring the armchair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed.

“Don’t let me stop you, keep doing what you were doing,” I say, unbuttoning my sleeves and folding them over once then twice before I sit in the chair. Resting my left ankle on my right knee, I make myself comfortable.

She still hasn’t moved.

“Nicole. Lie back down, spread those pretty thighs, and shove two fingers in your pussy.” Her reluctance fuels my desire to make her do it-to make her obey me.

Hesitantly, she lies back on the mountain of pillows she has set up behind her, letting the blanket fall to the bed beside her. I tuck my lip between my teeth, biting down hard enough to get my control back. She bends her knees and brings her feet up to her ass before dropping her knees to the sides, exposing her sweet pussy to my eyes. Already wet and swollen from her earlier administrations, her pussy lips part, and the dark pink of her sex beckons me.

I take a deep breath and fist my hands on my knees, trying my damnedest to force a bored expression onto my face. No matter how much this is killing me, no matter how hard my cock gets, I won’t let her take this control from me. She’ll do as I say, she’ll obey me, and we’ll both reap the rewards of her submission.

“Like this?” She throws on a coy smile while slithering her hand down her body until her delicate fingers cover her slit.

“Just like you were when I walked in,” I say then clear my throat.

Bending two fingers, she thrusts them into her cunt and my cock twitches against my zipper. Fuck, this lesson may not go the way I want it to.

“Your nipple, don’t forget your tit, Nicole,” I say as a way to distract myself from my own discomfort.

She moves back into the same position I found her in and closes her eyes. She’s using the heel of her hand to rub her clit while she slowly fucks herself with her fingers.

“Why did I spank you earlier, Nicole?” I ask, keeping my gaze fixated on her pussy.

“Because I was rude,” she says in a breathless voice. Her cheeks are still rosy, her nipples still rock hard, and her stomach pulls tight. She’s getting close.

“You were a bad girl, that’s right.” I clench my teeth. Fuck, she’s being so good now, though. “And bad girls get spankings, don’t they?”

“Yes, Jakub. Hard spankings.” She rolls her head to the side, her ass lifts off the bed. She’s thrusting her fingers harder into her tight pussy, chasing down the orgasm she thinks she’s going to catch.