Page 10 of Stroke of Luck

“Skittles, if you can sneak past me and Remo, then you’ve earned the right to walk out of this house a free woman,” Enzo whispers, his eyes locked on mine. “Neither of us are sound sleepers, and if I remember correctly, you’re not skilled in the art of being stealthy.”

I shove him away from me, knowing he’s right. Not once had I been able to sneak up on him when he fell asleep at school. “Whatever, but if I manage to do it, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain.”

“By all means, I’d like to see if you can pull it off,” he says with a grin, as he starts to walk out of the room.

“Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice you remembered my nickname. Guess not everything was forgotten about your past life,” I taunt. “Don’t use it again. You don’t deserve to call me that anymore.”

He seems to freeze, but he doesn’t turn back to acknowledge me before he slowly shuts the door.

“Asshole!” I growl, chucking a pillow at the door. It misses by a mile, making me even more irritated.

Looking around the room, I notice there isn’t even a TV to pass the time. Who even goes to bed at nine? It’s like they’re a bunch of old men. Didn’t they have crimes to commit? Drugs to sell, women to pimp out? What kind of mafia men were they if they didn’t know how to do the job right?

Pulling the middle drawer open, I grab the pen and paper I found earlier and start to sketch. I let my mind wander, not really having a feel for what I want to do, just letting my intuition guide me. Once I can tell what I’m drawing, I pause and look at it closer. Why am I drawing a fox? My style tends to lean more towards the abstract, combining different aspects of things together that you wouldn’t think would work, but do. More than that, when had I gotten so good at sketching? It was the weakest part of my skill set since I liked to just go with feeling and never mapped things out.

The more I look at the tiny, cute fox with a scarf wrapped around her neck and a hot chocolate sitting next to her, I know it means something more than I can understand. Could this have to do with something I’ve forgotten?

When I try to focus on fleshing out the drawing to see if I can pull out any memories, everything starts to go downhill. My lines are stilted and the shading is awful. Whatever had taken over me as I let my mind drift isn’t working for me now.

Tossing the paper aside, I look at the clock. Another hour has passed, but it’s still far too early to think of sleeping. I live for the night, being out on the town and seeing what the underground world is doing. It’s inspiring and fuels my art in ways that the searing rays of the sun just wash out.

“What the hell can I do to wear myself out, or at least turn this broken brain of mine off,” I mutter, flailing on the bed in a tantrum.

Then an idea strikes, and an evil grin crosses my lips. There’s plenty of entertainment to be had in this room if you know where to look. Hopping off the bed, I yank open the bottom drawer of the nightstand and grab a few interesting looking toys that may be fun to try, then take them to the bathroom. They look well looked after, but I’m not looking to get some kind of STD while up in this mafia prison—I don’t need to take that kind of souvenir to remember this by. Once they’re washed, I skip back to the bed and take out a few of the condoms to wrap them up all nice and tight.

“Hmm do we think a condom is going to fit over a dragon shaped dildo?” I muse to myself as I pluck one up and look it over. “Magnum… someone has a large opinion of themselves. Unless they got them for these beauties? Either way, works out for me, doesn’t it?”

Tying up my hair into a funky topknot, I shed the button-down so I’m left in the barely there lace bra and panties, twisting and turning to admire myself in the full-length mirror hung on the wall. If Othello doesn’t want me to think he’s only keeping me around for my body, then he better stop with the porn star undergarments. Although I have to hand it to him— he guessed my size perfectly.

Turning on the bedside lamp, I turn off the overhead light, dimming the room to set the mood. Being around all these sexy, irritatingly dominant men is making it hard to not get turned on. Even Giorgi has his appeal, being the romantic ready to sweep me off my feet and worship my body. Paolo knows he’s hot and uses it as a weapon, taunting me while I know I can’t have him… The others, though, might be up for grabs. None of them have rings on the important finger, and so far not a mention of a significant other.

But this show isn’t for them. No, this is all for my dear, long lost Enzie, who seems to think that I’m not going to retaliate for what he did. No one gets to treat me that way, not even the man I might have thought I was falling in love with once upon a time. Since then, I’ve never let myself get attached to one man alone, feeling that it’s better to have options.

Crawling onto the bed, I grab the vibrating wand and turn it on low as I settle onto my back, trailing it down my body. The thrum against my already sensitive skin from the lace rubbing my nipples makes me sigh in relief, but I jolt when it crosses over their raised peaks. Turning up the power, I swirl it around one as I pinch the other, using the friction of the lace to add to the bite. A gasp escapes my mouth as my thumb slips, and I turn up the wand even more, having to yank it away. Feeling like I’m good and ready for the next step, I remove the bra, flicking my nipples a few times before I place the chained nipple clamps on them. I moan at the perfect burning pain and pleasure mixture the clamps add.

Relaxing back on the bed once more, I let the wand drift down my stomach and drift over the top of my vagina, enough to give me a tease, but not enough to finish the job. I run it back and forth a few times before I let it push apart my labia and make full contact with my clit. With my free hand, I pull the chain of the nipple clamps up and place it between my teeth so I can tug on it when I want to. Swirling the wand, I rock into it, right on the edge of an orgasm, but I let it build, knowing the wait will be worth it. Each time I get too close, I yank on the chain, sparking pain and diverting my attention, easing me back until I just can’t keep it from cresting and slamming into me.

“Oh god, yes!” Panting, I hold the wand over my clit, trying to draw out another, knowing it’ll be more powerful than the first. “FUCK! YES!” I shout, my voice cutting out as I shiver and twitch, dropping the vibrator.

Once I’m able to move my limbs again, I roll to my side and look over the toys to see what I want to use next. I grab a butt plug and lube it up, wanting to give my pretty kitty time to recover before the big event. Shifting to give myself the best angle, I play and prod until the plug is fully seated, giving me the full sensation I love. Things are about to get much tighter up in here when I slap that dildo to the mirror in a moment. Snatching up the dragon, I can’t help but sashay my way across the room, loving the feeling of the plug as I move. After I try out a few different options, I decide on the tried and true doggy style. Plus, it gives the best visual for me to watch in the mirror.

Making sure to have enough lubrication, I slowly work my way back onto the bad boy. The way it’s shaped makes it wider the further you go down on it, so I know I’m not going to make it to the base… but I’m gonna have fun trying to see how far I can get. Once I reach my limit, I take a moment to let my body adjust before I slowly start to rock on it, all the ribs and texture that it has sends jolts of pleasure through my body. Feeling more comfortable with it, I speed up and let my head hang so I can watch in the mirror.

“Is that all you got, dragon? I can take it deeper,” I cry as I try to push deeper, feeling the burn of the stretch. I’ve always wanted to try being able to fit two dicks, but it’s hard to find guys that don’t get freaked out by it. “That’s right, thrust the fat dick in my pussy! Oh god, such a big fucking cock!”

Lord, now I was sounding like a porno, but it wasn’t punishment if he didn’t know it was even happening.

“Yes, yes, oh god, I’m gonna come soon on your big fat cock. Don’t stop, just like that, please don’t stop.”

It would seem that my own dirty talk was turning me on even more, putting me on the verge of my first orgasm. I bare down, forcing it deeper as I swirled my pelvis, letting the texture hit all the right places.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming! Yes baby, fill me up, own my pussy!”

When my orgasm slams into me, I let out a sharp cry and fall to the floor, my whole body shivering with aftershocks. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

It’s then I hear a grunt from the other side of the door. I crawl my way over, pulling myself to my feet and tossing it open. There’s Enzo, balls deep in Paolo, who’s clutching the railing to the stairs that lead into Enzo’s room, his eyes rolling back in his head as he comes into his hand. It has to be one of the most beautiful sights of unbridled passion I’ve ever seen, and it’s all thanks to my failed attempt to get back at Enzo. His hand grips Paolo’s hips so tightly I’m sure they’re going to leave bruises, something I’m surprisingly jealous of.

I want his mark on me, his claim that I’m his to fuck and give that face of pure bliss to.