Tension : A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (4 page)

Chapter 9

  She sighs as she leans back into the headrest of her car after parking it in her driveway.

  She practically had to beg on her knees for her old job back and on top of that the manager has placed her back on probation making for a massive pay cut and fewer hours. But at least she has her dignity.

  Olivia steps out of her car, her feet aching as she walks up her front steps. She pulls the mail out of her mail box as she inserts and twists her key inside of the lock before pushing her heavy front door open.

  She steps inside of her house, kicking off her flats before walking towards the kitchen, sighing in bliss as her warm feet cool down on her hardwood floors.

  She grunts as she lets herself fall onto a kitchen chair as she begins to finger through her mail.

“Bills, bills, bills…” She says to herself, resting her elbow on the table and her cheek in her palm as she tosses the envelopes towards the center of the table. “I’m not even going to open them. Don’t have enough to pay ‘em anyway.”

  She swallows hard, feeling the lump in her throat grow as her anxiety rises.

“I don’t know how much longer this can go on.” She whispers to herself, looking around the kitchen. “I might have to sell the house grandma left me…”

  She wipes her welling eyes as she stands up from her chair and makes her way over to the sink to wash the dishes she left in the sink from this morning as she was rushing to get to work.

  She runs the hot water, plugging the sink as she grabs the bottle of dish soap, dropping a few drops of the yellow slime into the water.

  Olivia sighs as she leans over onto the counter ledge as she watches the bubbles foam. She runs her fingers through the suds before running them under the water to rinse off the soap before turning the tap back off.

“Like I want to do more dishes…” She whispers to herself, reaching for the tea towel she has handing on the handle of the stove and wiping her fingers on it.

  She walks back over to the table, sitting back down in her chair before grabbing her bills again.

“I would really like that seventy-five thousand dollar salary right about now.” She says to herself as she fans the bills and waves them by her face. “That’s more money in a year than I’ve probably ever seen in my life.”

  She leans back in her chair, placing the bills on the table.

“And it’s just sex, right?” She says to herself. “What good is being a virgin doing me? At least I can get paid for it…”

  She closes her eyes, sighing out.

“What a slimy prick, though.” She whispers. “Honestly, did he really think I would jump at the chance to become his fuck girl? But so much money…”

  She opens her eyes back up, rubbing them as she stands up from her chair.

Olivia walks out of the kitchen, making her way over to her stair case before climbing up the stairs to her bedroom.

  She enters her room, before lazily letting herself fall over onto her bed. She grabs the edge of her quilt, wrapping herself around in it, her face flushing as she tries to bury it in her pillow.

“And honestly, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get all this sexual frustration out…” She says to herself.

  She sighs, rolling onto her back as she gazes at the ceiling before closing her eyes and gulping hard.

“Alright.” She says. “I’ll do it.”

Chapter 10

  Olivia nervous bounces her leg as she sits in her car at the back of the parking lot, taking deep breaths as she stares ahead to the window covered building.

  She pulls down her car’s driver side mirror, as she smooths her fingers over her blonde bun, taming all her fly away hairs before flipping the mirror back up.

  She grabs the handle of her door, pushing it open as she slides out of her car. Olivia stands up tall, smoothing her skirt over her hips before slamming her door shut and confidently walking across the parking lot.

“I can do this. I’m ready for this.” She says to herself as she reaches for the door handle of the tall glass door before pulling it open and stepping inside.

“Oh, hi.” Lisa the short, stocky secretary says to her as she looks up from her computer screen. “I didn’t think you’d be back. You sure left in quite a hurry last week.”

“Well, I’m back.” She says assertively as she walks up to the reception desk. “Is Mr. Condello in today?”

“Yeah.” Lisa says, popping her gum at her. “But he’s got clients in and out all day. Garbage’s need changing though if you’re looking for something to do.”

“No.” Olivia says, backing away from the front desk and beginning her walk down the long hallway. “It’s important that I talk to him.”

“He’s got a phone meeting he has to deal with soon.” Lisa says, calling after Olivia as she watches her walk down the hall to the offices.

“Well, he’s going to have to just deal with the both of us, then.” She says, her heart racing in her chest as her heels click loudly as she marches to Vincent Condello’s office.

  She reaches the frosted glass door, knocking loudly as she clenches her fists open and closed as she nervously watches the door open.

“You…” Mr. Condello smirks as he watches as Olivia pushes him out of the way to enter his office. “You’re back sooner than I expected.”

“Oh, yeah?” She asks, sitting down in the comfortable chair across from his. “You actually expected me back, huh?”

“Well, I wasn’t wrong, now was I?” He says coyly as he sits across from her before leaning back and relaxing into his chair.

  Olivia sits quietly as she takes a deep breath, swallowing all of her nervousness as she waits for her courage to show itself.

“Where are those papers?” She asks, her voice quivering. “I’ve come to sign them.”

  He chuckles as he opens his desk drawer before reaching inside and grabbing the stack. He carefully places them in front of her, grabbing a pen from his cup and placing that on top of the contract.

“Glad I didn’t put those papers too far away.” He says, smirking as he watches Olivia hurriedly sign them.

  She huffs, her hands shaking as she bundles the contract back together into a stack before pushing it across the desk toward him.

“Thank you.” He says to her, grabbing the contract and placing it back in his drawer before standing up out of his chair.

  She watches him nervously as he walks over to his window and gazes out of it before grabbing the cream colored curtains, pulling them closed.

“It won’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be.” Mr. Condello says, his voice low and husk as he walks towards Olivia.

  Her face flushes and she bites her bottom lip as she feels him walk up behind her and rest his palms on her shoulders.

“Trust me.” He says, leaning over to whisper into her ear as he begins to gently rub his palms up and down her arms. “The benefits of being mine will far, far outweigh anything you would ever have to do.”

  Olivia roughly lets out the breath she’s been holding as she feels Mr. Condello’s lips press against her neck as he hands begin to wander down her chest, his palm cupping her breasts.

  She doesn’t resist as he grabs her chin, turning it towards him before pressing his lips against hers and she lets out a soft sigh as she feels Mr. Condello’s tongue slowly drag across her bottom lip coaxing them to part.

  Olivia moans quietly, her face flushing even further with embarrassment as she feels his tongue explore her mouth as his hand drops even further to rest on her waist before slipping under her cardigan, it’s warmth tingling her skin.

  She looks down to her knees as he pulls away and grabs her hand, gently pulling on it to come with him.

“Don’t be scared.” He whispers to her as he leads her over to the other side of his office before inviting her to sit on a plush leather couch placed against the cream walls. “I don’t bite.”

  She shakes as Mr. Condello pushes back on her shoulders, pressing her back into the couch before he kneels before her, rubbing his palms up and down her calves.

“Just sit back and relax while I show you that you’ve made the right choice.” He says, his voice almost whispering to her.

  Olivia stiffens as she feels Mr. Condello begin to push her knees open, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she nervously resists.

“Don’t be shy.” He whispers to her, kissing her knees as he rubs his palms up her thighs under her skirt. “I’m going to be seeing you in this position quite often so it’s best to just get used to it.”

  She nods her head, closing her eyes tightly as she feels his hands snake up her skirt to her waist. He hooks his fingers into the elastic waistband of her cotton panties before pulling on them.

“Lift up.” He says to her, instructing her to raise her bum off the cushion.

  She does, her whole body shaking as she feels her panties slide down her thighs as he drags them down.

  He pulls them over her knees, his lips upturning into a smirk as he slides them down her calves before pulling them off of her and placing them on the couch beside her.

“You’ve really never had a man take off your panties before, have you?” He asks, leaning down to kiss her knees.

“N-no.” She stutters, opening her eyes as she shakes her head to look at him through nervously hooded lids.

“You’ll have fun.” He says to her as he pushes up the fabric of her skirt over her thighs to her waist.

  She lets her breath out slowly as she feels Mr. Condello push her knees apart.

“You’re still alright?” He asks her, rubbing his palms up and down the outside of her thighs.

“Yes.” She whispers to him softly as her body tingles.

  She gasps as she feels Mr. Condello grip her hips to pull her closer to him. He pushes her thighs further apart as he leans into her center.

“Your pussy’s wet…” He whispers to her as she feels him gently brush his finger over her tingling lips.

“Mhm.” She moans out gently, her heart pounding as she feels the tickle of Mr. Condello’s hot breath get nearer and nearer.

“I bet it tastes so good.” He whispers as she feels his nose brush against her skin before the tip of his tongue gently laps at her lips.

  She squirms under him, whimpering as she feels his hot, wet tongue spread apart her pussy lips apart before it licks hard over her soaking entrance.

  Olivia relaxes into the couch cushions, her nervousness floating away and the pleasure over taking her as Vincent Condello wraps his lips around her swelling clit and sucks the pearl into his mouth.

  She moans as he slides the tip of his tongue under her hood before flicking quickly back and forth as the tingle in her pussy turns into a hot, burning heat.

  Olivia gasps, her fingers struggling to grip the leather cushions as her pussy begins to contract, her sensitive clit bouncing under his tongue as waves of pleasure course through her.

  Her chest heaves as she watches him pull away from her. He licks his lips, smirking up at her from down between her legs as he slowly gets to his knees.

“Feeling better about this?” He asks as he rubs his hands over the stiff tent in his suit pants.

“Yeah.” She whispers to him, her voice trembling.

  Olivia takes in a deep, shaking breath as she watches Mr. Condello unbutton the top button of his pants before pushing down the zipper.

  He sinks his hand inside the waist, slowly palming at his meat before pushing down his pants, letting his stiff, thick cock bounce free.

  Olivia blushes, the tingle in her pussy reaching new strengths as tries her best to avert her gaze from him as he slowly wraps his fingers around the shaft of his cock and drags his palms up and down over his shaft.

“It might hurt a little bit for a second, sweetheart.” He whispers to her as he positions himself between her legs. “But you’re so wet, that I think this is going to be really easy for you.”

  She lets out a short moan before sucking in and holding her breath as she feels Mr. Condello slowly thread the tip of his cock up and down between her wet pussy lips before resting it against her entrance.

“You ready?” He asks her, watching her nod her head up and down. “Don’t hold your breath though, let it out gentle.”

  She squeezes her eyes shut, whimpering as she feels the tip of Mr. Condello’s thickness slowly begin to press into her, his meat making her pussy burn as it spreads her open for the first time, his cock sinking in deep and touching flesh that had never been touched before.

“You’re okay.” He whispers to her as he slowly pulls his cock back out, threading it up and down between her soaking lips before once again pressing it inside of her, a little quicker this time.

“Oh…” She moans out as he sinks in a little bit deeper.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks her, a small man escaping from between his lips.

  She takes a heavy breath, the burning in her pussy fading as Mr. Condello slowly pumps his hips back and forth, sliding his cock inside of her.

“Yeah…” She whispers to him, nodding her head.

“Good girl.” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist and sliding his hands up her back.

  He lifts her, pulling her closer to him.

  Olivia moans as she feels his pace quicken and she wraps his arms around him, holding him tightly as she rests her cheek on his shoulder. She lets out a long, deep moan as she feels his cock swell inside of her, stretching her open a little bit more.

  She brushes her fingers through his dark hair as she listens to him moan as his cock begins to twitch inside of her, flooding her with string after string of his hot cum.

  She gasps as she feels his thick meat slip out from inside of her aching pussy, this seed sliding down the inside of her thigh as he lowers her back down to the couch.

  Her chest heaves up and down as she pants, watching him as he stuffs himself back inside of his suit pants before zipping up the zipper.

“Wasn’t bad, right?” He whispers to her as he picks up her panties before sliding the cotton up the inside of her thigh to clean up his cum. “I’m glad you changed your mind.

  He leans himself over her kissing her collar bone as his phone rings, making them both jump.

“I have to take this.” He whispers into her ear, his hot breath tickling her.  “You should go.”

  Olivia sits up as she watches him walk over to his desk, blushing as he winks at her as he sits down in his chair and lifts the receiver to his ear.

  She nervously walks over to the frosted glass door, turning the handle as she turns around to awkwardly wave his goodbye.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says to her, his voice deep and low as he covers the mouth piece with his palm. “Wear something tight.”