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If anyone had told you a few years ago that you’d complain about being a kept woman, not in need of working another day in your life, you’d have laughed in their face and kept on walking.
And yet, after a chance meeting with Mr Levinson one evening at a charity event in Los Angeles a little under a year ago, that’s exactly how your life ended up becoming.
You knew Sicily would be beautiful, but until you stepped off that private jet six months ago, you had no idea it would be quite as spectacular as it is. Ari owned a few properties around the globe. This one, situated on the Sicilian coast, one in LA, two in New York, and another tucked away in a vast vineyard in France.
You’d never asked Ari directly how he’d built his incredible fortune, but it was an unspoken truth between the two of you that his activities were far less than legal. With such good standing within the US political circles, plus his efforts and beyond generous donations to various charities, Ari Levinson was untouchable.
There was only one rule regarding your new life away from the trials and tribulations that you’d faced for most of your adult life, and that was that you behaved the way any respectable businessman would expect his lady to conduct herself.
Of course, there was plenty to keep you busy within the grounds of the palatial home. But spending so much time alone, without the comfort of your man, was taking its toll. The early morning business meetings and the late night deals kept you apart a lot more than you’d have liked, but with the hefty allowance Ari had gifted you each month, you were never short of resources to ensure a good time.
You just didn’t want to do it solo.
Some days, you didn’t have to. Whilst the details of most of Ari’s dealings remained a mystery to you, he’d made it quite clear that being affiliated with him didn’t necessarily guarantee you safety. There were people out there who wouldn’t think twice about using you to get to him.
Did it frighten you? Maybe a little. Sometimes.
At your behest, Ari had insisted on you never leaving the gated grounds alone. That’s where Chris came in. He’d been a long time employee of Ari’s from what you could gather. He trusted Chris with his life and, more importantly, yours.
Some days, Chris would be the only company you had. It’s almost like he’d been instructed to follow you around like a shadow in the midday sun.
You were loyal to Ari. Your strong, fierce protector who’d do just about anything to see you smile. He, upon agreement, wasn’t always loyal to you. It’s just the way things are, and you, confident in your own abilities to keep him more than happy when he’s home with you, have come to accept the fact. But you? You’ve never strayed. With or without his permission.
However, you’d always been a tease. Always been confident and flirty. It was just in your nature. Chris was alert, smart, careful, and always one step behind you. He also happened to be a fucking dream to look at. Grumpy, yet strangely charming in his own way.
Every now and again you’d catch him looking. I mean, you couldn’t really blame the guy. Ari wouldn’t even allow you into a boutique fitting room alone. In the beginning, it was strange - but not anymore. Was watching over you while you undressed as exhilarating for Chris as it was for you?
With more time that passed with Chris by your side, the braver you became with your flirtations. It was innocent on your part. You wouldn’t even think of being unfaithful to the man who’d given you everything you’d ever dreamt of.
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"Jesus fuckin’ Christ, don’t you ever get tired of trying on dress after dress?“ Chris gripes, leaning up against the dressing room wall; the sole of his boot steadying him.
You had no idea that one day, you’d push it to the limit and it would jump out to bite you on the ass.
You fix the spaghetti straps of the silk, cami dress hugging your body, tilting your head to the side as you spy the reflection of him in the expansive mirror. You can see the way his eyes flit up from the floor to the curve of your rear, and back again. With a smirk, you reach over to your purse and pull out your cell phone.
"Where did you say Ari was right now?” You ask him, shrugging one of the straps down over your shoulder as you look back over it at Chris. He cocks a brow at you, folding his arms across his chest and letting his head rest against the plaster behind him.
“In a meeting that, if I remember rightly, and I always do, he doesn’t wanna be distracted from.” His lips are set into a thin line, cautioning you with his tone. He knows what you’re like. He’s watched you time and time again as you try to get a rise out of Ari. It almost never works. And Chris always reminds you that your boyfriend didn’t get rich by letting himself become distracted by pretty women. It was going to take more than a lingerie selfie today.
Good job you happened to not be wearing any.
With a sigh, you push the other strap down over your shoulder; letting the crimson material fall, your body exposed as it pools around your feet.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Chris asks you, shielding you from his stare with the back of his hand.
“What?” You shrug innocently, your pierced nipples pebbling from the sudden exposure. “Come on, you never saw a naked girl before, honey?”
You open up the camera app on your phone, holding it up and positioning it perfectly; your left leg slightly extended, one hand on your hip as you snap the perfect angle to get his mouth watering.
“Are you tryin’ to get me killed?” Chris sighs, looking you up and down out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh, would you relax? I won’t tell him you were ogling his girl if you don’t,” you tell him, attaching the best picture to a new message and sending it straight to Ari with no thought to the heavy, leather boot visible in the bottom right hand corner.
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The huge marble tub in the Master ensuite is your favourite thing about this house. You’ve lost count of the hours spent lazing in it, eating ice cream and catching up with your favourite trash TV on the 70 inch wide-screen fixed upon the wall.
Occasionally, Ari would join you - and it almost always ended up in you sitting on his dick and falling apart on his lap while he told you how he couldn’t get enough of you.
You missed him tonight. He hadn’t texted you back, and you couldn’t pretend you weren’t disappointed. It was a damn good picture, and he usually found you irresistible…so why wasn’t he responding?
You lay there for a while, head resting against the rim of the bathtub, your feet kicked up against the side, the bubbles quietly dissipating the cooler the water becomes. Your eyes begin to flutter closed, but the sound of the bathroom door opening has you on alert.
“Good evening, Precious.” You breathe a sigh of relief, letting your head lull to the side to take in the sight of him leaning up against the high arch to the right of you. God, he’s gorgeous. Built like a Greek god, all broad shoulders and muscle. You give him a lazy smile, wanting nothing more than for him to strip off and slip in behind you. “You have fun without me today?”
“Didn’t have as much fun as I would have if you’d been around.” For a moment you think he might join you, watching as he shrugs his suit jacket off and tosses it aside carelessly. Far too careless for someone who drops thousands on his business attire. “Always so busy, Daddy.”
Instead, he crouches down beside the bathtub, swinging his phone upright in his hand and surveying the image on the screen with a hum. “Really? Seems to me you were having a fine enough time.”
His whimsical tone has you sitting forward just a little. Was he angry with you? You didn’t mean to make him mad. The mere thought of displeasing him made you anxious.
“Take a close look at this picture, Precious. What do you see?” Ari turns the phone to face you, but all you see is what you suspected. It’s a photograph of you - the one from today - naked and smiling; the way he liked you best. He looks at you as if he’s waiting for something to click, but it doesn’t.
“See that? Right there?” Ari points, his finger tapping softly at the left hand corner of the screen. “I know those boots. I paid for them. Teasing me is one thing. Teasing him is an entirely different matter, sweetheart. Get out of the tub.”
Your heart stutters in your chest, and panic swells in your gut. He doesn’t look angry. If anything, he looks amused; those pretty, pink lips curled into a sly smile as he shoves his phone back into the pocket of his slacks. Ari holds his hand out for you to take. His frame looks so large from this angle. It’s why you adore being beneath him, in any way, any chance you get.
“Don’t make me ask again, Precious.” He runs the hand that’s not outstretched and waiting through his thick locks, dragging his palm down to ruffle his beard. “Out.”
Your shaky hand reaches for his steady one, stepping out of the bathtub carefully and reaching for the fluffy, white towel that you set there to wait for you. “Forget the towel. You won’t be needing it.”
His words unsettle you, but you nod your head anyway; his fingers lacing through your damp ones, leading you towards the open door.
“I’m so-,” you try to apologise, but you think better of it when he urges you to move ahead of him, nudging you through the door with his palm against your spine.
“I’m not mad at you. I guess I’ve been neglecting you a little, huh?” Ari asks you. You’re confused. This is not how you envisioned this conversation to go. “You’re right. Daddy is always busy. Busy so you can sit back and live like a Queen. But a Queen thrives on attention, doesn’t she?”
Guilt swirls inside you, and you look back at him; your feet still carrying you forward - toes scrunching into the plush carpet beneath you.
“Chris works hard, too. Don’t you think?” His question throws you off, but you nod almost instantly. He does work hard. He keeps you safe when Ari isn’t around to do so. “Your little stunt today got me thinkin’. All the time he spends looking out for you, he’s barely got any time for himself. No girlfriend. Too tired most of the time to go out and get himself a ripe, little pussy. Utterly devoted to keeping you safe.”
Heat floods your cheeks at his words, and the dampness between your legs is from more than just the tepid water droplets dripping down your thighs. Ari wraps an arm around your chest from behind, your stare fixed to his as you look up at him; his hair tickling against your cheek as he leans forward.
“Can’t go ‘round teasing the poor guy like that. You know how dangerous this body is. I know you do. I know you know what you’re doing when you prance around in front of him in those little dresses. Took it a step further today, didn’t you?” Ari gently admonishes you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger; turning your head and alerting you to the presence of your bodyguard sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. “So, if you wanna be a tease sweetheart, you’re gonna do a proper job of it.”
The bubbles on your skin seem to pop louder now that you’re frozen to the spot, the silence heavy in the room as you stare at the handsome brunette in front of you. His blue eyes remain fixed to your face, almost as if he’s making a conscious effort not to look at any other part of you.
“Don’t be shy, Precious. Weren’t so timid this afternoon in that dressing room, were you? He’s already seen what you’ve been hiding underneath those clothes.” Ari reminds you, but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating. You have to fight the urge to cover your breasts with your palms. If the thought of Chris seeing you naked and vulnerable like this had made Ari angry, Chris wouldn’t have two functioning kneecaps right now.
You don’t know what it is that he’s suggesting, but being naked in a room with two powerful, fully dressed men sends a thrill rushing through your veins. You can’t help but enjoy the vulnerability of it all.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna get up on that bed, and I’m gonna fuck you the same way I fuck you every night,” he tells you, his thumb stroking over your pierced nipple. “The only difference is, he’s gonna watch. You’re gonna show this poor guy what the body that you love to flaunt so much can do. Think of it as your way of apologising, for being such a naughty girl today.”
“I mean, I-I really don’t think Chris wants to-,” you’re cut off by Ari’s index finger pressing against your bottom lip; dragging it down just a touch and letting it pop back into place.
“He does,” Ari tells you without missing a beat, looking over at his trusted guard dog with a smirk, “don’t you?”
You look at Chris, still sitting there with that hard look in his eyes, but your own wander lower; alerting you to the fact that his stare isn’t the only thing that’s hard. He opens his mouth to speak, and you pull your eyes back up to meet his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna watch.”
Swallowing down the sting in your throat, your mouth suddenly dry and your knees weak, you turn to look at Ari - his soft smile easing your worries just a little. He reaches up to cup your cheek, and you can’t help but nuzzle into his palm, as if on instinct.
“I watch you ride my dick every night, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Think after everything our friend’s done for you, the least we can do is show him just how good you look doing it, too.” Your breath catches, thighs clenching together involuntarily at the thought of being watched so intently. You liked the thought of it. You liked it a lot. “Now, be a good girl and get up on the bed for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s automatic, the way your body responds to his commands. Always has been.
You pull your fingers free of his, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you climb up onto the plush mattress, adorned in the finest Italian cotton sheets. Facing Chris, the fire behind his eyes sending a spark of confidence through you, you arch your back into a deep curve; displaying the slope of your ass to him and waiting for further instruction from Ari.
“Isn’t she just perfect?” He asks the brunette, who doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second when responding. “That she is.”
You look to your boyfriend, cheek resting against the soft material and watching as he unbuttons his shirt; revealing that expansive chest that you love to claw at so much. He smirks at you, at the soft, doe eyed look on your face. “Look at my sweet girl. If I’d have known you liked showin’ off so much, I’d have fucked you in my office this afternoon in front of all those men.”
The thought makes you moan, imagining getting pounded into the expensive, rich mahogany wood. The eyes of a dozen strangers lapping up the sight of Ari taking you apart, fucking you until you can’t see straight.
“You hear that? That’s nothing compared to the noises she’ll be making in about five minutes,” Ari gloats, ridding himself of his slacks and climbing up onto the bed behind you - cock resting against your behind with a fleshy thud. You see the way Chris keeps his eyes on you, his ringed fingers gripping the arms of the plush, leather recliner. There’s only one way to describe the look he gives you. Hungry.
“Tell me about her. About how she feels.” Your eyes widen in surprise at Chris’s request. It’s brave. Sounds almost like a command. And it makes your cunt clench.
“Well fuck, where do you want me to start?” Ari chuckles, his palms gliding up to grip your shoulders, grinding his hips against you with a grunt. “Every part of her is soft like butter. Warm. Fuckin’ beautiful.”
You keen at the praise, wiggling your hips back against him, the crown of his cock dragging up through your pussy lips, slick coating him sloppily.
“And wet. Always so fucking wet. Always ready for her Daddy’s dick, aren’t you Precious?” Ari purrs, leaning down to pepper a cluster of soft kisses against the nape of your neck. “Don’t even need to stretch her out with my fingers. Can just,” Ari groans, pushing into you slowly, your eyes rolling back in your skull, “fuck, can just slide on in there.”
The stinging stretch makes you gasp, fists balled into the sheets and your mouth agape. You can just about make out the image of Chris, a few metres away from you, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he toys with the ring on his thumb, and you can’t help but wonder what that cool metal would feel like against your warm flesh.
“And when she grips me like this? Like she don’t ever want me to leave? Shit, it feels like heaven.” You don’t know what it is, why the air feels so prickly against your skin while Ari praises you, but you think you might be wetter than you’ve ever been. “Lets me fuck her however I want. Whenever I want. Would bounce on my dick all day if I told her to. She’s a good girl.”
You push back to meet his thrusts, yelping when he bottoms out inside you; always surprised by how full he makes you feel. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh rings in your ears, and the cobalt gaze of the bodyguard in front of you sears into your bones. He’s looking at you like he’d devour you given half the chance. But you know he’ll never get it.
You find yourself wondering, while you can still think straight, why that realisation disappoints you. “Harder.”
“Ah, there she goes. My greedy girl. Always begging for more.” Ari pants, hitting spots deep inside you that never fail to make your head spin. Bracing yourself against the bed, you rise up on all fours; shamelessly wanting to make sure Chris can see as much as possible. “Think we can give him a better view than this, can’t we?”
Ari sits up, his arm curling its way around your waist, pulling your body up; your back colliding with his chest. Your tits and your cunt on display for the eyes of the composed man watching you intently. Ari grinds, so deep inside you that you swear you feel him in your belly, digits finding the neglected nub between your legs. “Feels so good. Thank you, Daddy.”
Ari’s satisfied chuckle vibrates against your ear, his beard scratching against your skin, your eyes hooded and clouded with lust. You don’t know what’s getting you off more; the big, beefy specimen filling you up, or the stoic, handsome man staring you down like you’re prime, rump beef.
“You’re welcome, Precious. So polite and submissive.” His pace picks up when your fingernails dig into his skin, hands gripping his thick thighs as you try to hold yourself up. You can feel the burgeoning heat in your gut, the intense tingling gathering pace at the apex of your thighs. You know it’s seconds away. “She looks so pretty when she’s coming on my cock. Wanna see?”
Your vision blurs then, tongue sagging against your bottom lip as you shatter around him, drenching your thighs and the sheets below with the evidence of just how skillfully Ari fucks you. It’s so intense, you can’t even cry out. It feels like all the air is being squeezed from your lungs - white spots dancing behind your eyelids as you ride out your first climax.
“Fuck, Precious. That’s the good shit right there. Squeezin’ me harder than ever,” he breathes against the top of your head, slowing his strokes and allowing you a moment to catch your breath.
When your vision clears, tears of lusty relief falling down over your cheeks, you don’t expect to see Chris leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together - the warm light from the luxurious wall fittings glistening against the silver of his rings.
“You know we’re not done yet, don’t you?” It’s a question you don’t answer, because you know in your gut that Ari is enjoying showing you off too much to stop just yet. His cock throbs against your tender walls, the strong arm around your waist tugging you backwards as he positions himself on his back behind you; head resting against the plush pillows and his hands settling on your waist to steady your weight.
You rest upon your knees, your feet hooked behind you beneath his solid thighs and his cock still buried deep inside you as the bliss levels out in your bloodstream. Ari’s fingertips bite into your skin, palms wandering up your ribcage and reaching to cup your breasts; his thumbs toying with the jewelry adorning your nipples. “Come on. Daddy wants a show, too.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, on display for both men to devour with their gaze. The way Chris stares unsettles you a little, but you’re not scared. Ari always looked at you like you were prey, and you didn’t mind it at all. But Chris? The way he’s looking at you right now? That long, unwavering stare? Flecked with desire and…care? It has your insides churning; butterflies blooming in your belly.
“Ride it.” Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of Chris’s voice, deep and thick with arousal. You watch as he brushes his jaw with the pad of his thumb, bringing it up to linger on his bottom lip.
You roll your hips forward, grinding yourself down onto Ari’s length, and you don’t miss the way Chris’s eyes focus on the movement. So you repeat it. Again, and again. It’s addictive, the way he can’t tear his stare away from your belly as it winds, your movements slow but insistent.
“Shit, this ass is fuckin’ beautiful,” Ari praises, his hands cupping it and spreading your cheeks apart, enough to expose every part of you to him. You shudder when his thumb drags over the tight ring of muscle between them. “I won’t fuck it tonight. Some things should be kept between us, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
You can’t focus on Ari’s velvet smooth words, enamored by the way the rugged man sitting in front of you is staring you down; reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of smokes and a gold plated lighter. You watch as he pulls a cigarette from the carton, tucking it between his lips and holding your gaze as he lights it; the amber flame casting a glow across his features.
Rolling your hips back against Ari’s cock, every inch of it nestled deep inside you, you can’t help but whimper as you watch Chris inhale a deep drag of smoke, your eyes fluttering closed for just a moment when he exhales through his nostrils and leans back against the chair. The way his head cocks to the side slightly, smoke drifting up into the air above him as he takes another pull, makes you clench.
“There she goes. My pretty whore’s got a solid gold pussy,” Ari groans, his palms splitting your cheeks apart, no doubt devouring the sight of your asshole puckering from the exposure. You don’t miss the way Chris clenches his fist at the sound of Ari’s degrading praise, and it makes your stomach flip. The slightest little movement, oozing with vitriol and distaste. “Not so shy now, huh? Knew you’d ease into it. Too much of a show off not to. How’s it lookin’ from over there, man? You got a good view?”
“Could be better,” Chris smirks, earning a huff from you, your brow furrowed as he motions with his fingers. “Ease up a little. Lean back.”
Oh. He doesn’t say it, but the intention behind his words is clear. Show me.
You reach behind you, steadying yourself with your palms against Ari’s broad chest; wisps of his chest hair threading between your fingers. Your feet flat against the mattress either side of his thick thighs, you can’t help it when your eyes roll back. He always seems deeper from this angle. Like you can feel him in your gut.
“Fuck me, not gonna last long, Precious. Not like this,” Ari grunts, gripping your waist with his large hands and holding you upright.
You’re not sure when Chris rose from his seat, your eyes glassy and your head clouding over with the impending pleasure that’s about to head your way. You moan as Ari’s hips buck up, cock dragging against your insides and making your head spin. The attention is almost overwhelming. The man beneath you works your pussy like it’s his favorite instrument, and the man in front of you looks at you like he’d happily crawl over broken glass to get just a taste of it.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Chris asks you, leaning just a little toward you - just an arm’s reach away. You don’t mind the way he raises the cigarette to his lips again, don’t mind one bit when he exhales and the smoke wafts against your skin. You wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him, the way the fumes are kissing at your flesh. All you can do is nod in response, taken with his eyes once more. They’re beautiful. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless, Honey Pot.”
He smirks at you then, and your own lips curl into a grin at his light-hearted jibe. Time stands still, just as he stands stoic at the end of the bed; watching, his tongue caressing his bottom lip, that lilt in his shoulder as he leans back a little to get the perfect view of your cunt swallowing up your boyfriend’s dick while he fucks you ever closer to nirvana.
“Oh fuck, m’gonna come.” Ari’s fingernails dig into your skin, the sensation making you hiss. You want to close your eyes. You want to let yourself fall over the edge. But you can’t take your eyes off Chris. His chest rises and falls, heavier than before, and the way his fingers twitch at his side gives him away. He wants to touch you. The thought of it makes you moan like a harlot. “Jesus Christ, m’comin’.”
“Fill me up. Wanna feel it.” Your ass grinding against Ari’s stomach, his cock pulsing inside you, you have to ask yourself who you’re talking to. Because right now, all you can think about is the bulge staring you right in the damn face. Your eyes flit from his face, down to his crotch, and back again; and the smirk that greets you has you tumbling towards the highest peak.
“Daddy loves this pussy, Precious. Love makin’ it mine.” Warm muscle meets your back as you fall backwards, all your weight on the man below you as you shudder, tremble and sob through your climax. Even if you wanted to open your eyes, you can’t - blissed out beyond all belief from the praise, the instruction and the attention. Warm hands cup your breasts, squeezing tenderly as a set of lips graze your ear. Ari speaks, but not to you. “She gets a little dumb when she comes. Needs a little tenderness. Beautiful, isn’t she?”
Ari talks about you like you’re his most prized possession. It’s degrading in a way, but truly, you could care less. You find yourself humming softly at the feel of chilled metal against the pad of your foot, followed by the warm sensation of fingers against your toes. You manage to open your eyes, just the tiniest bit. There’s something about your most trusted companion that always sets your tummy on edge. The mystery of him, his stoicness and his indifference to most things was unsettling at times. But he’s looking at you with a warmth in his eyes that your mind can’t shake.
“It’s getting late. Stark will be here in the morning, and you know how much I love dealing with him before breakfast.” Ari yawns then, your body rolling off his and onto the soft sheets; the material cool against your heated body. Your eyes close within seconds of your cheek resting on Ari’s chest, and you’re oblivious to Ari’s final words to his best friend. “She likes you, you know. Trusts you. She’d never let anyone else see her like that, and neither would I.“
You slip further into your slumber, Ari’s fingertips tracing soft circles against your spine. "You know what this is. What she and I are. And so does she. I’m not a possessive man, and should the opportunity ever arise where you have something I might want, maybe you could see how deep the trust she has for you runs.”