Ottavio's p.o.v

This scene that just unfolded before me brings me to two assumptions:One she has never masturbated before. Two: She has never orgasmed.

One of this has to be the case, I didn't expect her to use the button, she has made it clear she wouldn't be needing it. But I saw as her face fell when I told her she could leave. She must really be low in finance for her to want this job desperately.

I was supposed to have stopped and moved over to the next step but her words this morning was my push. I needed to know I won and now I sure have.

Just one touch and this will be over. She wouldn't know it was me and everyone might go their separate ways.

Heck maybe she was going after Brown because she didn't have money and she needed to survive. Maybe, just maybe if I grant her this job she would shun Brown and pick up her life.

A runaway Mafia princess with no daddy money to shield her, that might have been her push to fortune hunt.

I should let her go, tell her she had gotten the job but I was curious, a curiousity led by the bulge in my pant right now.

Her pink pussy scent filled the room, I wanted to taste her,feel how long she can endure before she can shatter on my tongue.

But I wouldn't do that and I wouldn't let her go either. I lean in beside her now laying on the desk, so close I could feel the slight tremble in her composure. I pushed her legs wider, the contact heating up my skin then I whispered. “How the mighty has fallen,”

She whimpered beneath me as I dipped my hand in her warm wet heat and in one swift move, I scooped her wetness. “You want me to help you, correct?”

She didn't answer, she looked away when I tilted her head towards me. “Listen to me Raven. Yes you are a great sight for the eye but I have business to deal with. I need answers and I need them fast.” Her brown contact lens bore into my eyes. I shifted, releasing her chin but her hand darted out and she gripped my suit.

“Yes,” her tone sounded panicked. But my eyes dropped to where her hand touched me, she followed my gaze and quickly dropped her hand.

I straightened my shoulder, then continued. “Beg me,”

“Huh?” She said in disbelief, her eyes widening.

“I said beg me, tell me what you want me to do,” my lips curved beneath the mask. I'm enjoying having the upper hand. “If I repeat myself once more I won't give you another shot.”

Silence descended in the room for a few seconds before she succumbed. “Please,”

“Please what?”

She sucked in a breath before she muttered. “Please help me cum,”

Fuck I like her scared but seeing her pleading hardened my dick even more. “Suck,” I brought the finger coated in her wetness close to her lips and she opened up. Taking my fingers into her mouth.

Fuck.

My jaw clenches so tight it's a miracle I didn't crack a bone. This is madness, I should stop before it drags me further in but I wouldn't. This is a relentless pull.

I pulled out my hand from her mouth and settled it between her thigh once again. I feed two fingers into her and she clamps around me like her body already accepts me. Her back arched into my touch, she threw her head backwards and lets out a moan.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Fuck my finger like the perfect whore you want to be.”

The ferocity in her eyes only makes my cock throb harder like she hates letting me do this.

Good. Let her rage because against her wish, she will still come on my fingers.

I slammed a third finger into her now, stretching , pumping her faster and rougher than the way I had started. I watch her unravel…face flushed, lips parted, breath coming in shallow panicked gasps. She tries to push me away. Nails digging into my suit.

“I…I…fuck…ohh…I can't…,”

“You can and you will take everything I give you and beg for more.”

I thrust deeper and harder. The wet , sloppy sound of her pussy filled the silence in the room long with her moans. It awakened the beast in me, the one who had finally gotten someone his cock yearns for in years. I wanted to brand her. She's beautiful like this, bending to my will.

Our eyes lock and something awakens within me. Want.

I don't know what that means for me but I don't think much about it.

“Christ… I feel it.” She moaned in ecstasy.

As I drive into, my thrust feral, her walls tighten around my fingers, her body quivering, falling apart on waves. I take it all in, enjoying the sight of her submitting to her pleasure.

But I didn't stop, I fuck her through her orgasm, my fingers not slowing a bit as I watch her eyes roll to the back. “Please, it's too much.” She moaned out. Gripping my suit tighter.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, my pace slowed but she shook her head and I continued until I felt that familiar grip on my fingers as her walls tightened once again. “Yea,come on my fingers. Good girl.”

Her tired eyes followed me as I pulled my fingers from her cunt and straightened up,her hand slipped off my suit jacket. Her legs were still trembling.

She's new to this feeling. Her body says it all.

Resisting the urge to taste her from my finger.I picked up her pants that were discarded on the floor earlier,then I wiped my fingers off with it. And slid it into my pocket.

“There you have it. Two orgasms.You may go back to the dressing room.” She rushed up to her feet when she saw me walk towards the door and I saw her sway for a second before she regained her stance.

She's like this and I haven't even fucked her yet.

“Did I get the job?” She sucked in her swollen lips. One that she has been biting while my fingers were inside her.

I stopped on my track, my hand on the door handle as I replied. “Resume on the next club day. Bruno will assign you to your wing.” I opened the door and walked off.

My mind reeling from what had just happened and my cock throbbing hard. I reached for my pants and adjusted my cock. Groaning as I walked into my office.

****

I paused as I entered my office and Romano and Bruno were still in there. Fuck. I had forgotten they would be watching.

“That was fucking intense, man,” Bruno remarked. His voice lacked humor as usual, but there was no bite either just blunt observation.

Romano folded his arms across his chest, that permanent scowl etched deeper into his features as he studied me. “What happened to, ‘the girls are off-limits?’” he quoted back, his tone sharp.

I walked further into the room, peeling the mask from my face and tossing it across the desk. “She needed help,” I muttered, my jaw tight. “That’s all it was.”

Romano didn’t look convinced. His eyes narrowed like he was trying to peel back my skin and read the truth underneath. Bruno leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable now, but I felt both their scrutiny digging into me.

The silence pressed in, too heavy, so I pulled my phone from my pocket, glancing at the screen. The time glared back at me. Convenient. “I don’t have time for this shit. I’ve got a boss to serve,” I said flatly, sliding the phone away and straightening my jacket, picking the mask ones again.

I made for the door, each step measured, deliberate. My hand had just touched the handle when Romano’s voice cut through, distant but laced with mockery.

“You might want to hide that.”

I froze. Slowly, I glanced down.

Fuck.

Romano’s chin jerked toward my cock, and Bruno let out a sudden bark of laughter that filled the room. I glared at him and walked out.