Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1 (2 page)

"This could be the one, Tom. Wish me luck."

He purred gently and opened his eyes, then meowed lazily up at me. I laughed and stroked his fur for a second.

"I'll be back later tonight. Don't you get into any
trouble." I said jokingly, fully expecting him to be in the same exact spot when I returned. He meowed after me again as I stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind me.

When I had gotten down onto the sidewalk, I noticed that Tony was driving a brand new car. It was a dark red Cadillac, from what I could tell, and like the Mercedes that I had plowed into that
morning, it looked like it had just been driven off the lot. He waved and rolled down the window casually. "Come on, get in."

I stepped around to the other side and got into the car. I had to admit, it was as nice on the inside as it was on the outside. Everything was pristine and there was a nice clean piney scent that seemed to subtly fill the air.

"Sorry I'm a little," he said. "I had something unexpected come up that I had to take care of."

I looked at the digital display of the top on the dashboard and it read 7:23 PM.

"Oh... to be honest, I hadn't even noticed. If you had gotten here twenty minutes ago I wouldn't have been ready anyway."

"Just like a woman, huh?" He said smiling. "I'm just kidding. That sounds like something my pops would say." He looked me up and down. "You look great, anyway. I guess you put those extra twenty minutes to good use."

"Thank you," I said meekly and began to blush. "Where are we going to eat?"

"You
ever been to Brambasco's?"

I shook my head.

"Oh... you're in for a treat then. Best food in the city. Best atmosphere. They should have a jazz band playing tonight too. Trust me. You're gonna love it."

"I hope so."

*

When we arrived at Brambasco's the first thing I noticed was the incredibly long line of people that flowed out the huge glass front doors and spilled out onto the sidewalk.

"Um, Tony?" I asked, somewhat concerned. "I hope you got reservations."

"Don't worry about that. I got it covered."

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and a little man in a suit came running out to meet us. He motioned for me to get out. I did. As he was getting out of the car himself he tossed the keys to the little man who had come running and then stuffed some money into the man's front pocket. "Take care of her, will you?"

"Yes sir, Mr. DiSorrento. Enjoy your night."

They know him by name here, I thought. I have to admit, I was pretty impressed by that little show.

"Come on," he said, waving me along. We walked along the long line of people, breezing past them. I could feel their eyes on us and it was exhilarating. They seemed to radiate an aura of awe and jealousy as we brushed past them, bored and stuck outside in the line. I felt like some kind of celebrity. We kept on walking though, right past even the front door and the suited doorman who was standing out front and controlling the flow of the line. Tony patted him on the shoulder, but then we just kept on walking right past him.

"Tony?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"What about your reservation..."

"I didn't make one."

"What!?" I said, shocked. "Are you joking? What is this?" I thought back to the newspaper article that Lacie had shown me. Maybe he was a criminal. Maybe he was dangerous. What was he about to do with me?

He just laughed. "I told you I had it covered. Come on."

I didn't know what else to do, so I continued to follow him. He led us to a small alley just around the corner, and then through a side door there. When I followed through the door behind him, I found myself in a large bustling kitchen. Chefs and wait staff and busboys zipped all around the crowded place, caring dishes and steaming trays of food. They seemed to be well practiced at not running into each other, although I immediately felt as if I was in the way and I hadn't even full stepped inside yet. Tony led me through this teeming maze of food and people and finally through a swinging double door that led into a much quiet hallway. There were still many people, but they weren't near as busy and they were all in suits and dressed nicely. Certainly not kitchen staff.

It seemed as if he knew all of these people, and his charisma was turned up to its highest setting. Everyone we passed it was a "Hey, Tony!" and "How ya doin'?", and jovial handshakes and backslaps and great big smiles. He introduced me at every turn as well, and everyone seemed so delighted to meet me just by extension of my accompanying Tony. By the time we had made it through this hallway and at the mouth of another set of double doors, my head was spinning.

Tony pushed open the set of double doors and we entered into the large and spacious dining area. Everything was silk and crystal and pure fanciness. Off to the side the band was filling the room with music, but the sound of laughter and chatter and cups and silverware clanging competed to drown it out. This room was much the same as the last one as far as the socializing went. We seemed to hop from table to table, everywhere we went Tony saw someone that he had to drop in and say hello to, and if not that, then they saw him and excitedly flagged him down. Much the same as before, introductions and incredible flatteries ensued. I had never experienced anything like that before, and my cheeks must have been flushed beet red. I liked it. When we passed by a mustachioed man who appeared to work at the restaurant, Tony grabbed him and slung his arm around his shoulder. I saw him slip a large amount of money into the man's palm and point at a table on the far side of the room. There was a couple seated there. The man nodded eagerly, however, and by the time we had made our way to that side of the room - with a healthy dose of introductions along the way of course - the table had been cleared out and ready for us.

When we were all settled in at the table, a waiter hurried over and asked us if we would like anything to drink. Tony took care of that and then he ordered for the both of us and stuffed some money into the waiter's front pocket, much like he had done with the valet out front. I couldn't believe the amount of money he had thrown around already tonight, and we hadn't even paid for our meal yet. When the waiter was gone and brought his hand together and stared at me.

"So... what do you think?" he asked, with his brown eyes like laser beams on me.

"I love it." I replied. "I can't believe you know so many people."

He nodded and appeared to be quite pleased that I was having a good time.

*

Throughout the rest of the night, he continued to be perfect and entirely charming. The food was amazing, the mood of the place was unforgettable, and he was a perfect gentleman. As we were finishing up dessert I had felt that I was becoming comfortable enough with him to joke about what Lacie had said earlier that day.

"You know... you'll probably find this incredibly funny. My girlfriend had warned me about you before we came out tonight. She seems to think that you're a gangster." I laughed and scooped a little bit of chocolate off my plate with the fork. "Can you believe that?"

His face seemed to grow very serious. "Your friend reads the papers, I see."

"Oh..." I said when I saw his face. It was such a perfect night, and I was worried I might have spoiled it. "No, she's just silly. She'll believe anything she's told."

He nodded. "They are terrible accusations. I'm a business man. I take my reputation very seriously. My lawyers will make sure it's all cleared up, I have no doubt about that, but the publicity alone is rather unfortunate."

"I didn't believe it," I said, reassuring him and wishing I had never brought it up. It was stupid of me. Maybe the wine was going to my head. "You're much too sweet to be involved in anything like that."

He smiled. "I appreciate that. The whole newspaper thing has been getting to me lately, although I try hard not to let it bother me." He looked at his watch and then to my plate to see if I was done with my dessert, which I was. He glanced around, found the waiter's eyes, and beckoned him over. The man wasted no time answering his summons. I watched as Tony counted out an obscene amount of green bills, place them in the man's hand and then lay a big hand firmly on his shoulder and thank him. The man eagerly thanked him in return, and then bowed in my direction courteously and wished me a pleasant evening. "Well, Tara," Tony said, turning back to me. "Are you ready? Can I take you home?"

*

That red Cadillac hadn't been parked outside of my car for more than a few seconds and we were already inside the stairwell, I was fumbling for my keys in my purse while simultaneously trying to carefully move up one step and a time and passionately kissing Tony all the way. It was as if our lips were locked together, wet tongues exploring each other’s mouths and twisting and sliding around each other. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the stairwell, and I hoped that the neighbors couldn't hear it. I had one hand holding my purse and the other fumbling around fruitlessly for the keys before we reached my door at the top of the stairs. His hands however, were free to roam my body. For the most part he kept them firmly on my shoulders as he snaked his tongue around my mouth, but every now and then he would slide them up and down my arms, and run them down my back. When he brushed one of those big hands forward and squeezed at my breast through the blue dress, I could feel myself becoming flushed, and I noticed that the slickness between my legs began to make itself very apparent.

Finally we reached the top of the stairs, and myself being so preoccupied, I still hadn't found the keys. I pushed him off of me for a second to look for the keys, and then said to myself 'fuck it' and threw the purse down on the ground and embraced him again. For a few more minutes we continued to kiss, and with my hands now free I held him tight by the waste, sliding my fingers through the belt loops on his trousers and pulling him tightly towards my body. It was him this time that pulled his head back and gently pushed me off of him. "Let's head inside," he whispered.

I retrieved my purse from the ground where I had tossed it and easily found my keys inside. Go figure. Unlocking the door, I ushered him inside and directed him to the sofa. He pulled his jacket off and loosened his tie and then flung himself down onto the sofa, his legs spread wide as he watched me. His dick must have been hard as a rock. I could see it pressing against his pants, trying to raise itself fully straight up though the fabric resisted and only allowed it to rise at about a 30 degree angle. It looked painful. I smiled seductively at him and disappeared into the kitchen, popping the cork on another bottle of red wine and pouring us two glasses. When I returned with the two glasses sloshing full of the cheap red wine that I had kept in my pantry, he was there waiting for me. With those dark brown eyes fixed on me he began to rub the large bulge through his pants.

What am I doing? I thought to myself. I've been with guys before, but never on the first date. Not only was it the first date, but I had just met him this morning! Still, he looked more handsome than ever with his hair kind of messed up, his cheeks red with desire, and his collar loosened up. He began to stroke at his hard dick through his trousers with the side of his thumb as I got nearer and set the two glasses on the table in front the couch. I sat down next to him as he continued to rub himself and put my hand on his knee. He reached forward with his free hand and took his glass and began to sip at it, still rubbing himself. Our eyes never left one another's. I took a sip of my wine. My hand inched a little ways up his leg. He took another sip. He kept on rubbing his dick. It must have been as hard as steel at this point. If the stiffness of his cock was relative to how wet my pussy was at the moment, in any case, then it must have been pretty hard. I took another sip of the wine and inched my hand slowly even a little farther up his leg. I could feel the thick powerful muscle of his thighs through the thin suit pants. Our eyes were still locked. He took another sip of wine and leaned forward to kiss me. I could taste the dry red wine on his lips, almost like vapors. Then he moved his hand off of his erection and placed it on top of mine, guiding my hand the rest of the way up his leg until it was mine that was
laying on the thick bulge. I could feel the warmth of it emanating through his pants, could feel the blood filling it in steady rhythms as he pulse quickened at my touch. I took another sip of wine and begin to gently rub his cock through the pants. I was right. It was solid as a rock. It was hard to believe that this was a part of his body, what with how rigid it was. His breathing became very heavy as I continued to stroke him through his pants. He leaned in for another wine flavored kiss and then I felt something vibrating next to my hand. It was his cell phone in his pocket.

He placed his wine cup gently on the table and cursed, reaching into his pocket and answering the phone.

"Hello?" he said, sounding rather annoyed. "Yeah, I'm busy, what is it? He what? He what!? No. No. Stay right there. Damn it. Stay the fuck right there, what did I just say? I'll be over in a minute."

He shoved the phone back into his pocket and stood up, his dick still hard and visible through his pants. "I have to go, babe. I'm real sorry but it's an emergency."