The Mafia Boss

Chapter 6

KAILEY

Kailey's dreams were so weird. There was this hazy mess of colour colliding around her senses, muddling her thoughts. Her body was too warm, heated to the touch and covered in sweat. Her hair stuck awkwardly to her neck where she felt a distinctive pressure. What was that?

Shifting her body, she felt her sense come back to her as she realised she had been asleep. Her dreams had been so strange that Kailey had forgotten what sleep and awake were. Moving her arm up to her neck, she gripped a hard leather, pulling it harshly.

Her eyes burst open as the material around her neck restricted her breathing. She realised suddenly that it was tied around her neck, hence why it didn't come off when she pulled.

Sitting up, still regaining her breath, Kailey's heart hammered.

She wasn't at her apartment. The room was dark, but the vague outline of furniture told her she was in a bedroom. Looking to her left, her hands fumbled trying to find the switch for a lamp on the bedside table.

Finally turning it on, Kailey took in the room. She was in a queen-sized bed, adorned with various plush pillows and a grey comforter. Splaying her hands over the material, she noticed her body was covered by a bathrobe.

Dear Lord! What did I do last night? Kailey's inner fear stopped her from taking in the room and sent a cold feeling through her chest.

She knew what she did last night. She had let a random guy spank her, tie her up and then make her orgasm, all in her the staff room of her work. What she didn't know is what happened after. Had they had sex?

Unable to stop herself, she spread her legs, already knowing she wasn't wearing panties. Her fingers gingerly ran over her pussy lips. She was clean. None of the wetness she felt yesterday evening was there anymore. Not knowing whether that meant she had sex or not, she let her index finger travel into her entrance. She felt her body react just from that small intrusion but no soreness or sensitivity.

Reluctantly removing her finger, she assumed that meant she hadn't had sex. It had been a while since her last boyfriend so she knew she would be sore if she did end up having sex with Marcus. Kailey had felt his sizable dick as it pressed against her ass, and knew it was way larger than any of her previous partners.

She also thought she would remember having sex with him. Something told her that Marcus was about as gentle at fucking as he was spanking.

Taking the moment to gather herself, Kailey jumped when she noticed the large chandelier hanging above the bed. It was made of four tiers, each tier made up of silver strings of pearls gracefully hanging down. The tiers got smaller as it went down, almost like an upside-down cake.

To her left was another bedside table and a huge floor-length window. The curtains were drawn, not letting in any light, but the deep blue material looked almost sensual to the touch. Standing up, Kailey couldn't help herself from walking towards the curtains. She had searched the tables and her phone was nowhere to be found. Wanting to at least have an estimate of the time, if not her location, Kailey's arms reached up in an attempt to draw back the material.

Before her hands had made contact, the bedroom door clicked open. Getting a distinct sense of deja vu, she turned to face Marcus as he walked into the room. He was wearing another suit, eerily similar to the one from yesterday. His dark eyes drank in her body as if she was naked instead of covered from shoulder to knees in the creme material of the bathrobe.

"How are you feeling?" Marcus had now closed the door, leaning his broad figure against it casually.

Nothing about the action felt casual to Kailey. Instead, she felt as if she had been locked in a cage with a predator. And she was his wilful prey.

Clearing her voice, it still came out rough causing her to cringe. "I'm okay, thank you."

A silence so pregnant a whole nursery could be birthed, just from the tension, hung between them. Kailey was still immensely horny and her nipples pierced into the material of the robe, on attention. Her hands shook, wanting him but unable to say it.

Shaking off the desire, Kailey knew she needed to leave. If not, her body would take things into its own hands. Literally. Her hands itched to run over the hard ridges of Marcus' body. Not wanting to become a sexual predator, she shifted her eyes away from his body, choosing to focus on a very interesting light switch behind his head.

"Er, I need to leave. It was nice knowing-meeting you. But it's really time I go home now and get some sleep. I have work tonight and still haven't done my washing so I better go do that and if you could just give me some clothes or something I'll be on my way and... yeah." She trailed off as her flustered tangent came to an end. Hoping he would offer her something in response, Kailey flickered her eyes back to Marcus briefly.

She gasped. His gaze had grown darker somehow and he was now no longer leaning against the door. Instead, his figure was tense and he had folded his arms over his chest and tipped his head in an almost mocking manner.

"I actually prefer you like this." His gaze travelled down from Kailey's face to stare at where the bathrobe had opened slightly, revealing the curve of her breast. His tongue wetted his lips and Kailey couldn't help thinking what it would be like to have that smooth muscle over her pussy lips.

"But I'd much prefer it if you were completely naked." Gasping at his forward comment, Kailey pressed herself against the curtains as Marcus made large predatory strides across the room.

He left a dick's length space between their bodies. Kailey yearned to have him closer but didn't close the gap. Seeing she wouldn't move, Marcus smiled. It wasn't like the smirks he had given her. But more a genuine amusement at her obvious desire yet reluctance.

Raising his hand, Marcus shocked her when, instead of touching her body, he pointed to her right. "There's a bathroom in there. Have a shower and I'll go get some fresh clothes for you to change into."

Marcus stepped back and Kailey felt cold. She quashed the disappointment and quickly scurried towards the bathroom. Looking briefly over her shoulder, she said "Thank you," before promptly closing the door between them.