Ruthless Mafia 35

He rolled her onto her back and pinned her to the bed, “do you?”
“Yes. Only half a mind though. The other half a mind is thinking of all the ways I can curb the man who calls himself The
Beast.”
He ground his hips against hers and she was very aware of how hard he was. “The Beast in me is hard to tame. What are
you thinking, Mrs. Lucchesi?”
“Are we truly going to be late for our flight?”
“Yes. We need to get up and get dressed. I need a quick shower before we go since I did not shower last night. I was too
concerned of you choking on your tongue while you snored so loudly.”
A wicked thought came to mind while she ignored his comment on snoring. “You need to shower?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Well, I’m going to shower with you.”
He froze over her. “What?”
“I’m going to shower with you. I’ve never seen a man completely naked before. You’ve seen me naked, plenty of women
actually so seeing me naked shouldn’t be too much of a challenge for you.”
“It will most assuredly be a challenge,” he made eyes of alarm at her. “We cannot shower together.”
“Not only will we shower together, you will wash me from head to toe and I will return the favor, but you cannot touch
me inappropriately.”
“My balls may explode in the shower.”
“It will be a horrible loss indeed should it occur,” she rolled her eyes and pushed at his chest. “Get off me and let’s get a move on. We need to shower and then you must personally dress me.”
“Am I to be your slave?”
“Servant,” she corrected him. “Given I don’t think you’ve ever been truly sexually frustrated in your life the way women
probably throw themselves at you, I’m going to make the next thirty days worthy of your punishment.”
“I see.” He started to roll off the bed stumbling over his feet at her next words.
“I want a sex toy.”
Shocked was an apt description for his expression. Confused, astounded, and even astonished might also be appropriate
in the situation but it did nothing to quell her racing heart as she boldly stared him down.
“You want what?”
“I want a sex toy. One which is near your size,” she waved at him. “Simply because you intend to suffer for the next thirty
days does not mean I shall. While you are learning what sacrifice and abstinence means, I will be learning about my own
body. I will figure out what I like and don’t like. I will touch myself with or without you in the room. I will give myself
orgasms. I will ask you to give me orgasms as well.”
“Very well then,” he extended his hand. “Lets start with the shower and you can get a good look at the size of me for
your sex toy shopping.”
“Excellent idea,” she smirked outwardly while inwardly she was shaking like a leaf at her brazen behavior. In the bathroom
she watched as he started to unbutton his shirt and then feeling naughty cleared her throat, “slower.”
“Excuse me?”
“This is for my pleasure, not yours. Take the shirt off slower. Like a strip tease.”
“Should I get some music playing for you?” he asked sarcastically.
“It might help you but it’s really not necessary,” she fought the way her lips twisted at his question.
“Sassy brat,” he scoffed as he slowly undid each button on his shirt and let it fall to the floor. “Want me to shake my ass
while I get out of my trousers?”
“No.” she giggled. “I fear you might not be a good dancer.”
“I’m a great dancer,” he said smugly. “I will take you dancing, and I will show you how smooth your husband’s moves
are.”
“Will it make you horny to dance with me?”
“Definitely,” he laughed.
“Then we’re definitely going dancing.” She gave a clap, “I like this punishment.”
“I was half hoping you’d tell me it was unnecessary.”
“You do not know me at all. I was raised by people who could come up with far crueler punishments than abstinence with merely a snap of their fingers. Geesh, the nuns once used me for a pin cushion when I knocked over a sewing kit
when I was only seven. Since I spilled them, I needed to hold the pins until they were done with them.”
He froze in removing his pants and looked at her, “what did you say?”
She realized she’d spoke too bluntly and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“No. I want to hear this story, now.”
“They were hemming dresses which were sent over to them from their head nurse and I foolishly ran into the room not
looking where I was going. I spilled the sewing kit and all the pins they were using to hold the hem in place before
sewing the skirts. I was forced to hold the pins in my fists while they finished their tasks since I was so clumsy.”
“They made you hold the pins?”
The way he uttered the word hold told her he wanted clarification.
“There were a couple of nuns who really didn’t like me underfoot. Their home was no place for a child, and they’d
argued about me being brought up there. They fought with my uncle to put me in an orphanage since my mother
couldn’t afford to live on her own with me. He forced them to accept us to stay there. The nun made sure I knew I was
unwanted. When I say I held the pins, I mean she made me hold my hands outstretched and she put the pins in the soft
part of my hands,” she motioned to where her thumb connected to her palms, “and stuck them in just enough for them
to be upright but not to draw blood.”
“What did your mother or uncle say?”
“I was disobedient and since I was running where I shouldn’t have been running it was my punishment the elders of the
church were exacting, and I needed to endure.”
He stepped closer to her and lifted her hands into his. Slowly and deliberately, he pressed tender delicate kisses to her
palms and thumb. He kissed the pads of her fingertips and the knuckles and joints.
“Better?”
She blinked at his words, realizing he was kissing her injuries better. Her heart fluttered at his soft motions, and she
nodded.
“Good. Let’s get in the shower. I believe you have some torture for me to endure.” He kissed her cheek softly and then
tugged on the golden sash of her gown. A low whistle escaped his lips, “it’s going to be a long thirty days.”