MARIA POV

“What, you didn't send this?” I raise a brow at him throwing the box on the bed.

“Don’t raise your voice at me, Maria,” Vincenzo says, calmly sitting on the couch, the sun pouring into the room from the sky-rise building.

”You are the only one with those pictures; of course, I will scream if I want to.” I place my hands on my hips in defiance, turning to him completely.

“What if your phone has been hacked? What if we are exposed to danger this very moment and we don't know it?” I yell, my hands flying around as I pace the marble floors.

“I hate shouting,” he sighs, crossing his legs across each other.

“Is that all you have to say? This is a matter of urgency, and all you can say is, I hate shouting?” I narrow my eyes at him.

He's quiet, but his eyes narrow, staring at me from top to bottom; he hits the side of his lip, lifting his cigar to his lips.

“I am just saying we might be in immense danger. Someone knows about me!!” I exclaim angrily, fear infiltrating into my mind already due to my past, “Nobody is meant to know about me; you promised me that when all this started!!” I scream, but still, he is silent, watching me lose my cool over the naked pictures.

“What if those pictures end up in the news!! Or worse, social media; I will be ruined; you will be ruined.” I point my finger at him accusingly.

“What will your business partners think? You are keeping a young mistress in a penthouse who sends you her nude pictures while you're on vacation with your wife?” I shake my head.

“Ugh, if anyone were to find out about this, I wouldn't be able to show my face outside again, Vincenzo. Think about it!” I turn to him, my fingers gripping my waist and my eyes narrowed at his still-calm demeanor in anger.

“Sit,” his deep voice calls out, enough to entice me, enough to make me cum.

“Vincenzo,” I call out, frustrated at the fact that he controls my body so easily; just the sound of his voice can make me do anything, get into any position.

After sweet, we formed an automatic sexual connection; I did what he liked, and he protected and funded me in return.

“You know Daddy doesn't like shouting, Maria,” he raises a brow at me, his deep voice calling out the statement softly. He takes a bit of his cigar, blowing the smoke in my direction and placing it on the ashtray.

“Now sit, Maria; I won't say it twice,” his commanding voice calls out, immediately pulling me to sit on the bed complacently.

He gives out a short laugh, a sigh following, “Not there, Maria,” he points to the floor with his eyes, right in front of him.

He wants me to kneel before him, to enjoy the rush of power he gets from getting me to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and not just because of money but because he owned my body.

I can already feel my pussy gushing with juice, ready for him; his command over me could make me die for him. As Katie said, I would let him fuck me 100 times over on any surface.

He places his fingers on my chin, pulling me closer to him, right between his legs.

“Good girl, you know what to do, Maria,” his voice fills my ears as he leans back on the couch, his piercing eyes following my every movement.

My fingers clutch my T-shirt, grabbing the sides slowly; I watch him, his chest rising and falling, waiting to see my full tits in his view.

I pull away the shirt, my bra unclipping in seconds from behind; I can't stand, as when I'm in this position, I'm not allowed to stand.

I crawl towards him slowly, my breast dangling behind me, his eyes follow my every movement, still fully clothed in his Italian suit.

My fingers are quick to end up in his drawls, pulling out his cock slowly.

“Hmmmm.” I smile sweetly up at him; I lick my lips, wetting them in the process.

“Don't play with it. Maria's deep voice fills my ears again, but with a less commanding tone; he knows I have him in my clutches now.

“Yes, Daddy,” I call out, engulfing the tip of his cock in my mouth.

“Hmmmm,” he moans out loud, prompting me to go down further.

I take more of his cock in my mouth, feeling him grow and get harder. I move my mouth up and down his shaft, humming and tasting his pre-cum on my tongue.

I pull my mouth off his cock, watching his eyes as they roll to the back of his eyes; my tongue wraps around the tip of his cock, watching the red swollen end pulsate in my hands.

My hands move up and down his shaft, as I pleasure his tip with my tongue.

My kisses move from the tip of his tongue down to his balls; not long after, they are sucked into my mouth, making him moan out loud again.

“Cara Mia,” he moans, his fingers running through my hair; he grips it hard, turning my head to look up at him.

“I didn't send the gift,” he admits, “And the pictures, I'll find out who sent it.” His fingers move to my cheek, wiping away the spit around my mouth.

“All you have to do is do what you do best,” he blinks.

“And what's that, Daddy?” I send him a soft smile, my eyes moving across his still-clothed body.

“Fuck me, Maria, that's what you're good at, fuck me,” he says, pushing me down onto the bed with the sexy nude pictures I sent to him while he was on a trip with his wife scattered around the bed, pouring from the box I had received earlier.