Vincenzo also seems to notice our surroundings and smirks, "Do you see that Aria? Everyone here can't keep their eyes off you. You're so beautiful the women can't help but want to be you, and the men want you. And yet, none of them can have you."
I...
The closer our cab gets to the house, the more nervous I get. What if Vincenzo is still working late and walks into us walking in? What if he went to tell me goodnight and found nothing but an empty room? What if Tony told him we snuck out and is waiting for us to return? I can already imagine him sitting smugly in front of the door, belt in hand, spending the last three hours thinking if what to do with me. The thought makes me shiver. However, when we sneak through the back door, no one is there. We all shuffle with our heels tight in our grip, trying our hardest to act sober enough to find our guest room.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!" Groans follow my ears bringing a pounding drum into my skull. How much did I drink last night? I lift my heavy head and meet the smelly feet of Tony, "Go, away..." "Huh? Sorry, can't hear you over the sounds of the delicious food cooking downstairs." Tony voice raises with each word making me burry my poor head into my pillow. Amelia chucks a pillow as hard as she can, and surprisingly hits him right in the gut. She has good aim for being half asleep. "Umph..." He winces, trying his hardest to not show the pain a half asleep Amelia has brought, "But seriously Vincenzo is almost done with food, and if you don't want him to smell you hungover asses I suggest you hurry up." I can't tell if I jump out of bed faster or Emily, but soon we're all scrubbing our mouths with water hoping to rinse away any evidence of alcohol on our mouths. As we make our way to the kitchen the smell of bacon, something I would usually enjoy, makes my stomach churn. I'm not one of those people who can eat food when hungover. I can't seem to pass past the nausea and force myself to eat. I need about a gallon of water before I can recover. My eyes latch on to the bare back of Vincenzo and I can't focus on anything but the swift movements of his muscles as he flips the cheesy omelet onto a large plate of food. He turns and smiles at me and I swear the world has gone in slow motion. Am I still drunk? He's made breakfast for me plenty of times, yet I can't pull my eyes away. Why has he got such an effect on me today? "Good morning princessa. You're just in time for your breakfast." He plops down the plate of food, and gifts me a soft kiss on the forehead. He lowers his head, nibbling on my ear, "I missed you last night." Shivers flow down my back, his morning voice still strong in his words. But when I look at the plate in front of me, my stomach drops reminding me of my predicament. I've gotten really into the habit of eating a hardy breakfast, especially when Vincenzo makes me something. The mushroom and green pepper omelet with extra cheese proves how much Vincenzo knows I love his breakfast. Will he grow suspicious if I pass on one of my favorite meals? Maybe I can blame the sweets? Then maybe he'll offer to cuddle me till I feel better! "Eat up baby, we have a busy day ahead of us. I have a meeting at 3:00 and I'd love to take you." His eyes hold excitement and my hopes for a lazy day flush down the drain. Everyone digs into their plates, practically shoveling the food down their throats. Every time Vincenzo turns to speak to someone, Amelia swipes some of my food like a ninja. She knows me so well. "Hey Boss," Tony pipes up, as he watches Amelia shove another bite of my food into her mouth, "I'd like to go over a few papers before we get ready to head out." Vincenzo sighs in frustration, but nods curtly as he cleans up after himself, "When you're done, go ahead and get ready for the day. I'll find you as soon as I can." He kisses my cheek and leaves. As soon as the two men are gone, Amelia grabs my plate and hands me hers, shoveling in my leftovers as if it's nothing. I giggle and chug down my water, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead of me. I wonder where we're going. And I wonder who we'll meet. The heaviness of my hangover washes away as the warm water droplets trail down my body. Last night was exciting, but the thoughts of the BDSM club that Emily showed me peaks my interest. How did she know about that place? How did she have the code to get in? I wish we could've explored a bit more. And I wish I could ask Vincenzo to take me some day. The thoughts of Vincenzo being one of those men keeping me close by a leash. Displaying me as a prize, me pleasuring him for everyone to see. All could see, but only he could truly enjoy. I'd be all his and they'd all know it. Before I can think about it, my hands meet my hot core, and I can't myself from brushing over my sensitive nerves. Before I can get lost in the bliss, shuffling comes from the other side of the door, and our bedroom door is shut. I finish rinsing out my conditioner and body wash, making sure every inch of me is smooth. We still have a few hours before I need to get ready, and I am in the mood to enjoy it. I dry myself off, and untangle my hair, enjoying the sound of Vincenzo humming to himself as I'm sure he looks for what he wants to wear today. I peek out the door, making sure we truly are alone, before waltzing out of the bathroom as if I'm not completely naked. I make my way to Vincnezo who is holding out two different shirts. I rub my hand up and down his bare back and lean into his getting his full attention. "Hi Daddy," I purr out and his eyes roam my body as he hums in approval. "Good morning princepessa. You look... amazing." I don't say another word, letting my lips trail across his chest up his neck. He subconsciously bends down a bit, giving more access as I tip toe to nibble on his ear, "I need you." "Oh is that so?" His grip on my tightens and he pulls me into his hard-on, "My little vixen."
Vincenzo has a red dress laid out for me after leaving me to shower and get ready himself. The dress has a diamond chain that dips past the low neckline on the dress but connects to a diamond collar. Because of this I curl my hair and put it into an updo. The collar almost reminds me of the collars women wore in the club last night, but of course more subtle. A girl can only wish. I do my makeup a bit simple, still extremely unsure where we're going and who we're meeting if my dress is this showy. But I make my lips pop with red lipstick that matches my sexy dress. I admire the chains that hold the slit on my thigh together, knowing the amount of skin showing will drive Vincenzo wild. It takes me about an hour and a half to finally come down. Vincenzo is sitting on the couch too busy on his phone to notice me. I take this time to really take him in. His all black suit makes him look absolutely sinful, and his tattoos peak out making him look dangerous. Dangerously sexy. His eyes catch mine, and mine must be playing tricks on me because it looks as if he's stopped breathing. "Mia Bella Regina." He holds his hand out for me to grab, then wraps my arm around his, "Are you ready to go baby?" "Yes sir." I blush hard under his gaze, and I'm sure he can see it despite my makeup.
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