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Ludovico smirked. “And other things.”
The doors pinged and opened. Gigi gasped. He tried to see the space as she would. It was a large open area with floor-to-ceiling windows and an incredible view of the city. In front, a mahogany desk laden with paperwork, a laptop, pens, and other office supplies. In front, two leather chairs and a couch. On the wall to the left, he’d had a minibar installed with a collection of exclusive gin bottles. On the other side of the room, a door led to a private bathroom. There was also a collection of family portraits, which he always considered removing but never got around to it.
“Welcome to my domain. No one will bother us here. No one will enter unless I allow them to.” He settled on the couch and spread his legs. Gigi followed but didn’t sit. He pointed at his erection.
“Come here and help me with this problem.”
Chapter Ten
“No. I’m not a whore.”
Gigi took a step back, numbly wondering how she managed to defy this man who held her life in his hands. Ludovico’s gaze narrowed.
“Enough.” He unzipped his pants unabashedly and pulled out his cock. Hard and swollen it glistened under the sunlight streaming from the window. “This is part of your job now, Gigi. As my property, you will do as I tell you. Be it taxes, wearing revealing clothes, or sucking my dick.”
“No.”
Ludovico frowned.
“Would you prefer death? If that is your wish, it is not a problem. We could make it look like an accident. You wouldn’t have to worry about what you saw or the police or—”
“No!” she cried.
“Then stop complaining. We both know you want this as much as I do. The alley was proof of that. I can still taste you. Your cunt is wet and wanton, desperate for my cock. Stop trying to run, or avoid it. Do yourself a favor and give up. You have nothing to gain from lying to yourself and to me because eventually, I will have you.”
“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” she whimpered.
“And now you’re in the right place at the right time. Kneel, Ragazza.”
Gigi took a step forward. Her whole body trembled. Fear or desire she couldn’t discern any longer.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she stammered.
“Of course not, but you were, as you said, in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now, you belong to me unless you’d prefer death.”
Was she ready to die? She had so much to do. People she loved who she would leave behind. Ludovico waited patiently for her to decide. His green gaze watched her almost like a cat surveying its prey. Her cheeks burned. She glanced down. His dick was thick, rosy, the veins throbbing as if a siren’s call. She licked her lips. To hell with it. She kneeled in front of him.
“Take it, Ragazza.”
She lowered her mouth to the bulbous head, enveloping it. Ludovico groaned. A moan stuck at the back of her throat. She would not enjoy this. This was wrong. Then why did it feel so right? Gigi closed her eyes, tasting the salty pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. Ludovico’s fingers threaded in her hair. She took more of him in. His hips bucked. He had a hold on her, yet she had the power now. She swept back up, flattening her tongue against the thick vein of his dick. His digits tightened, tugging her strands, then loosened. Gigi pressed her lips to his slit, kissing, then flickering it with the tip of her tongue. Ludovico groaned again. She swallowed him in one motion, then brought herself back up. Clasping her head, he brought her down on him again. She gagged slightly, but breathing hard through her nose, she regained control and began to suck in earnest.
“That’s it, Ragazza. You’re my little slut, now. Succhiamelo.”
Her pussy throbbed. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. His harsh Italian words fueled her passion. This was so wrong. He was extorting her. Threatening to kill her if she didn’t do as he said, but every inch of her body wanted to comply, to give in to his demands. Her breasts pressed to his knees, every stroke brought a low whine from within her. Suddenly, his fingers pulled her head hard, holding her in place. His cock thickened and erupted, his cum filling her mouth. She hurried to swallow, almost choking on the thick strands. He released her and she sat back, gasping. She lifted her hand to clean the fluids dribbling down her chin.
“Stop.”
She glanced up at him. Her eyes widened just as the camera made a snapping sound.
“No!” she cried.
Ludovico chuckled.
“No,” he imitated her with a whine. His laughter was deep and rumbled in the room. “Why not, Ragazza? Why can’t I take a picture of you with my cum dribbling down your chin?” He turned the phone around showing her the picture. She seemed slightly bewildered, her hair disarrayed, her shirt exposing her cleavage, her brown nipples visible under the white garment. There was a sexiness to the picture, a certain hunger in her gaze she didn’t expect to see which threw her aback.
“You see? Even you can’t think of anything.” Ludovico stowed the phone back into his jacket. “Now, fix yourself up and let’s go. The day is young, and we’ve got work to do. I still want you to take care of my business.”
“You do?”
