Married to the mafia King

She frowned. “What’s the matter with you? Don’t you know what he did?”

I shrugged like, Sort of…?

“Oh my god, you really are a good little Catholic girl, aren’t you?” Cat said, realizing how inexperienced I was. She immediately leaned over the counter to gossip. “All right, tell me exactly what he did to you.”

“He… he took his finger and… he touched this spot that felt really good…”

“Ohhhhh… he stroked your clit,” she said knowingly. “Not bad. Before Valentino, I was lucky if a guy even knew I had one, much less find it.”

“…my clit?” I asked. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Your clitoris,” Cat said casually.

When I didn’t reply, she said, “Madonn… didn’t anybody explain the birds and bees to you?”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I frowned in annoyance. “I know about sex.”

And I did. My mother had explained how babies were made and how I would get my period.

But she died when I was 12. After that, my father never spoke of sex and I had no aunts or grandmother to tell me more.

“Explain it to me, then,” Cat demanded.

“When a husband and wife love each other very much ”

“Man and woman,” she interrupted. “And they don’t exactly have to love each other trust me. My God, the Church has brainwashed you… do you even know what your clit is?”

I feel absolutely mortified that I was so ignorant and shook my head no.

Cat sighed heavily. “Let me draw you a picture no, wait, this is better.”

There was a bowl of freshly made dough nearby. Cat pulled out a huge handful, slapped it down on the countertop, and began shaping it.

“Alright, these are your legs… see? And this is your pussy.”

I blushed to hear her say the word, but I watched with intense interest.

“The pussy is the whole thing, but it has different parts. You have the vagina, which is the hole that the guy sticks his cock in. Once you’re nice and wet, that is. Around the vagina are the labia, the lips. You have outside lips and inside lips… and if you follow them all the way up to the top, that’s where you find your clit.”

She made a pea-sized ball of dough and put it at the top of the slit. Then she crimped a little bit more dough and made a sort of half-blanket over the tiny sphere.

“There’s also a hood over the clit, and that feels really good, too but it’s the clit that’s the most sensitive. For some women, it’s too sensitive and for most women, you have to warm her up first before touching her clit directly. But once you do, it’s fantastic.” Cat slowly moved her fingertip around the pea in a circle. “Is that what he did to you?”

I hadn’t seen it, obviously, but what she was doing seemed remarkably similar to what Dario had done.

I nodded vigorously, my cheeks blazing hot

And my…

(Oh God, I can’t even say it)

…my pussy got even wetter.

Cat grinned. “How did it feel?”

“AMAZING,” I blurted out, then blushed even harder.

She laughed out loud. “What happened?!”

“He just keep touching it… circling it… stroking it…”

“Stop, you’re getting me turned on,” Cat laughed as she fanned herself with one hand. “Did he make you come?”

I stared at her. “What’s that?”

Cat’s head fell forward on her neck like she couldn’t believe I’d even said it. “You don’t know what an orgasm is?!”

“I’ve heard of it…”

“Oh my God, were you raised in a nunnery?” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “It’s this amazing feeling through your pussy and parts of your body. It’s, like, this intense pleasure ”

“Like you’re sneezing down there, and it feels really good, and you do it over and over and over again?” I asked.

Cat laughed. “Oh shit, it sounds like you came!”

My cheeks burned bright red again.

Dario made me come…

“Daaaamn… you’re practically a nun, and the first guy who touched you gave you an orgasm? Lucky girl,” Cat purred. Then she asked excitedly, “Who was he?”

A mafioso.

The man who runs this entire estate and crime family.

“…just a guy…” I said quietly.

“Wow… well, if he could get you off the first time with his fingers, imagine what he could do with his cock.”

I felt like I was burning up.

Both my face

And my pussy.

Cat groaned. “Now I’m all turned on! I am not fucking Valentino in the pantry again, so no more sex talk!”

That was fine by me.

All I could think of was Dario touching me…

Touching my clit…

And making me come, over and over

“Alright,” Cat said, interrupting my daydream, “want to make it up to me for screwing me over with Niccolo?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, grateful for something else to think about.

“Good.” She pointed at a nearby counter where there was a beautiful wooden tray and a plate filled with fruit, fresh bread, and butter. “Once I make a cup of espresso, I need you to take that up to Don Rosolini.”

My entire body jerked as I stared at her. “…Dario?”

Cat looked over her shoulder with an amused expression.

“My, aren’t we forward! Yes, the boss. He wants some breakfast before he works.” She leaned forward and whispered, “He scares me a little.”

Tell me about it.

I blushed even harder. “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

She frowned as she worked the levers on an expensive coffee machine, and it began to hum and churn. “Why not?”

“He’s…”

He’s the one who made me come.

“…uh, he’s very angry with me.”

“I’ll bet, after you ran off like that,” she said as she filled a porcelain cup with dark, steaming coffee. “Well, here’s your chance to make it up to him and me.”

“Caterina…” I said in a pleading voice.

She frowned at me crossly as she set the cup down on the tray. “Oh, so you’ll look at my phone and watch me having sex THEN you’ll get me in trouble and nearly get me fired! But when I ask you to help me with one little favor nooooooo.”

I closed my eyes.

I felt awful.

And… to be truthful…

Part of me hoped that Dario would ‘punish’ me again.

“…alright,” I whispered.

“Good!” Cat said gleefully and clapped her hands like a child. “Thank you.”

I sighed heavily as I picked up the tray. “Where am I going?”

“His bedroom.”

I stared at her. “His bedroom?!”

“That’s where he wants it.”

I winced. “Caterina ”

“Don’t you dare back out now, you little pervert!”

I gasped. “Why did you call me that?!”

I thought it was because she knew what might happen if I went to his bedroom…

“Because you like watching people fuck,” she said and snorted with laughter. “Use the internet from now on it’s full of porn.”

I groaned inwardly. “Where’s his bedroom?”

“Second floor on the east wing, all the way at the end.”

Now I stared at her in terror. “Oh no…”

“What now?”

“The east wing is the one place Niccolo said I was to never go!”

She made a face. “I was supposed to go up there, so it’s fine.”

“No, Caterina, really, I can’t ”

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me sternly. “Really? You steal my phone, run away from the house, watch me fuck in the pantry, nearly get me fired but going down a hallway is too much for you?”

I groaned, closed my eyes… and turned around to walk out of the kitchen.

I was going to regret this. I just knew it.

“That’s the spirit!” Cat called after me. “Try not to get me in trouble again on your way up there!”