In my mind, I knew a lot could happen in a much shorter time frame. It was no more than two months ago that I was aching for something, and little did I know it was someone like Emilio.
Chapter 26
“Get him fitted for a pair of shoes.”
Anyone outside the lifestyle wouldn’t know what that meant. Cement shoes were a mobster signature move. It wasn’t something you’d read about in the paper. Made men don’t gloat about their art of getting rid of people—at least not the smart ones. There was no chance unless someone ratted you out and no one dared to rat on Emilio. I’ve heard the rumors; Alfie is even terrified of him. He’d never speak of it, but I knew he witnessed how far Emilio would go to punish those who crossed the DeCarlo Family.
Aria was in town; she alternated her weeks between Chicago and California. How she managed to handle the travel and excessive work was impressive. When Luca was busy entertaining Aria, Emilio gave me his attention. I gave myself to him willingly in any way he wanted.
Wearing a sheer see-through mini cami dress with thin straps, Emilio had me positioned on his marble dining room table on display to his liking. I remained on my knees, spread apart with my hands held behind my back, waiting for him to return from the call that disrupted our session.
Walking back into the room, Emilio was fully dressed in a black suit carrying a small black satin pouch. “Are you okay to stay here for a bit? I need to step out.”
“Okay,” I was disappointed, but asking me to stay meant he would return soon to continue this.
“I want to come back to you begging for it.” Standing at the end of the table, he demands, “Come to me.”
placing on my hands on the table, I crawl to him. When I reach where he is, I sit up straight onto my bare ass. Emilio ripped the sheer fabric off my body and tossed it to the side while we never break eye contact. He reaches into the pouch he placed on the table and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Taking the cuffs, he locks them around my ankles—the metal was cold and sent a shiver through me. They were snug against my skin and kept my legs from moving apart. Next, Emilio pulls out the rope and ties my hands together before me, leaving one end out.
“Really,” I asked. "This is how you want me to beg for you?” Looks more like I’m being held hostage.
He ignored my comment and hopped onto the table, holding the pouch in hand. Taking the loose end of the rope, he drags me back to the center of the table. His shoes sounding against the table echoed in the room. Without saying a word, I let him continue. I trusted him. Emilio ties the loose end of the rope to the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Looking up at him as he stood on the table looking down at me, he opened the pouch to pull out a long chain. I was confused when I saw the chain had four ends with clamps attached.
My eyes widened; I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or excited. With a smirk, Emilio pushes my hair behind my shoulders, then takes two clamps and attaches one to each nipple. I suck in air as I adjust to the pressure. Emilio got down on his knee, grabbing the other two clamps, and I gulped as I waited to see where they would go. Using two fingers, Emilio separates the lips of my pussy, causing me to gasp as the air hits my clit; after waiting a few seconds and watching my reaction, he places one clamp on each labia. Immediately, a moan escaped my mouth, and I was lightly panting.
“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” Emilio places a kiss on my forehead and then tugs on the chain.
“Oh fuck,” I reply, breathless for words.
Sliding off the table, Emilio looks at me and shoots me a wink before leaving. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to find me begging for it. I don’t think I can last; my body was reacting, and if my hands were free, I’d be handling things myself.
I don’t know how long I was there, but when I heard the door open, I propped myself up in a desirable position. The sound of shoes on the floor getting closer was stimulating my body to prepare for what was to come. I needed Emilio inside me immediately. But instead of Emilio, who enters the room, it is his sister Cassie.
“Ugh,” she huffed, shaking her head, “I knew my brother was doing something stupid, but I didn’t think this stupid.”
Embarrassed, I tried to scrunch my body as though that would help hide anything. Cassie jumps onto the table and begins to untie the rope from the chandelier; my arms collapse beside me.
Cassie was mumbling to herself the entire time, “The DeCarlo sister. Of course. Pick the most off-limits person he could.”
Without shame, Cassie removes the clamps gently from my nipples and then labia. I was ashamed that my arms were too numb to remove them myself.
“It wasn’t him,” I replied. “I made him.”
Cassie didn’t want to hear any excuse, “That doesn’t make the situation any better. Not that you would care what happens to him.”
“I do.”
“If you did, honey, then you wouldn’t be naked on his table, all tied up.” She looks at my ankles. Then, she looks around the table until she sees the black satin pouch. Pulling a key out, she uncuffs my ankles.
“He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” I comment.
“My brother keeps his word,” Cassie replied without looking at me. “All he said was to come untie someone at his place because he would be awhile. So he didn’t tell me a thing.” I give her a look, and she scoffs. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not saying a word. I don’t want my brother to die over some broad.”
Trying not to sound insulted, “I’m not some broad.”
I always thought broad described a street girl or a classless lady.
“To me, you’re some broad. Unfortunately, you’re also a DeCarlo.”
