Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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I wasn't lying when I said that it was my first time giving a guy a blowjob. I mean sure, I'd had sex with a couple of guys but I'd never felt the need to pleasure them by sucking them off. For some reason, thinking of putting my mouth on a guy's dick always repulsed me. But not Sergio. I had actually wanted to make him feel good. Just the idea of giving him a blowjob had me on edge and clenching my thighs with need.
Sergio parked in front of the house as I opened the door and got out, his hand on the small of my back the entire way to the front door. My nerves tingled with anticipation as his words in the car rung in my head. I was sure that he'd make good on his promise to fuck me senseless tonight. Just as we stepped into the living room, Sergio's phone rang, the sound piercing into the silent air of the house. His hand on my back stilled as his brows furrowed at the caller ID on his phone screen.
"It's an important call."
"Go take it. I'll be waiting here, don't worry." I said as he hesitated before he shot me an apologetic look and moved towards his study to the left.
Sighing, I went over to sit down on the sofa but stopped in my tracks as I decided that now would be the perfect time to explore the house since I hadn't really gotten a tour of it yet. I took a right from the living room as it led me to a narrow passageway. If I looked back, I could see the stairs that led up to our room. But I didn't, as I kept exploring the rooms in the corridor. All of them seemed to be locked - as if they were reserved for guests only. Nothing suspicious, really. My footsteps stopped all of a sudden as I turned towards an elevator. A working elevator, by the looks of it. Why the fuck did Sergio have a functioning elevator in here, out of all the places in the house?
I pressed the button and called for it as a beep sounded in the silence. My body froze as I waited for the thud of footsteps coming my way, but I heard none. Deciding that there was no harm in feeding my curiosity, I stepped inside as I pressed the only button that was there on the panel - to the basement. My heart lurched to my throat as the elevator doors opened to complete darkness. I had half a mind to go back upstairs, but I wasn't one to shy away from anything. Besides, my lawyer gut was telling me that whatever I'd find here would be something interesting.
I fumbled in the darkness as I put my hands ahead of me, trying to find a solid object that would help navigate me forward. My fingers brushed against a smooth surface - a wall - as my hands kept roaming over it, hoping to find a switch that would help me see better. As if God had listened to my prayers, I felt the switch, flipping it on as the corridor lit up. Squinting, I placed a hand over my eyes as they adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Once I was sure that I wouldn't trip over my two feet, I started walking, my gaze taking in everything about the basement.
Doors after doors lined the basement of Sergio's house as I looked for any signs or boards that would indicate the purpose of these rooms. Maybe this was where his house help slept? Although, in all the months that I'd lived with Sergio, I had never once come across anyone else other than Luca and his men that would stand outside the house.
