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Dino

Dino

W e get to the airport and I get us two tickets on the first flight to Fiumicino. “What happens when we get there?” Rose asks while we wait for boarding to start.

“Once we’re in Rome, we’ll need to move fast,” I reply. “It won’t take long for Ricardo to find out I’m after him. When he does, he’ll disappear.”

“What are you going to do to him?”

“Kill him.”

She looks at me; her face turning pale. I’m expecting her to beg me not to, tell me I should go to the police instead, let them deal with him. Tell them about the corpses washing up and his link to them. She doesn’t say any of that. She just says one word. “Good.”

I look around the lounge. Other men in suits. A few of them I recognize. We do a lot of business with Rome. Some of them look like tourists.

We seem to be the only husband and wife. I turn to Rose and take her hand in mine. “You don’t have to come,” I say to her. “You could stay here. It’ll be safer. I’ll get Corrado to have a team watching you the whole time I’m gone.”

She shakes her head. “I’m your wife. Where you go, I go.”

“You might get hurt.”

“So might you.”

I nod. “All right. While we’re there, you need to do exactly what I say when I say it. Got it?”

She grins.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

“It’s just that I like it when you’re all stern with me, giving me orders.”

It’s my turn to smile. “You do, do you?”

She nods. “Big time.”

“Then here’s an order. Go buy a dress from that concession. Make it a short one. Then go into that bathroom there and remove your panties. Once you’ve done that, come out and sit opposite me and flash me until I give you permission to close your legs. Got it?”

Her face turns red, but she doesn’t refuse. I could get used to married life with someone who submits so well. She gets up and walks into the concession over at the far end of the lounge. I sit back in my seat, thinking about what I’m going to do when I get to Rome.

First, I’ll need to pick up a gun. I can’t take one through security here. I could have booked a private jet, but I have to guess the Beluccis have tabs on the airfield we usually use. Going commercial and paying in cash means we’re harder to trace.

Hopefully, he’s not expecting me. Probably getting bored hiding out in the safe house. No doubt he’s already getting his tentacles into the local women. Laugh it up, I say to myself. Won’t be long until you’re put down for good.

I wish I’d dealt with him when I first saw him with Rose. Would have saved a lot of trouble. Don Belucci is dead. Get rid of Ricardo and I’ve no real rivals left. I can take over. I can be on top, where I belong. Nothing will feel as good as that.

Well, maybe one thing.

Rose is walking back out of the ladies. She’s in a beautiful floral dress that clings to her curves. It’s low cut but not too low.

I can see enough cleavage to make my cock hard, but that’s not what’s drawing my eye. It’s the height on her thighs. She’s wearing it well, but I can tell she’s nervous by the way she’s walking.

She gets her confidence back when she gets near me. She nods like she’s greeting a stranger and then takes the seat opposite mine. I look around me. A few of the businessmen have noticed her change of clothes, but they all see me and look away.

It’s clear she belongs to me and I’ve no doubt they all know who I am. I know who most of them are even if they’re lower level soldiers. In the normal course of events, they’d never meet me.

That’s what it’ll be like to be Capo dei Capi. I’ll disappear into Gordon’s Cove, giving out orders from behind a screen. Is that what leadership is?

I always thought you had to be seen to be strong. Else people started to work against you, thought you were hiding. Will this be the same?

It worked for Mr. Silver. I’m sure I can make it work for me. I’ll still have my crew. I’ll still have Corrado to keep tabs on everything. I can maybe spend some time doing the thing I said I’d never do. Making a family.

I look at Rose, and she’s smiling at me. She shuffles down in her seat and uncrosses her legs. She parts her knees a couple of inches, but I don’t look down yet. I look back into her eyes.

Something crosses between the two of us. It’s like two halves of a jigsaw puzzle slotting together perfectly. She’s an exhibitionist and I’m a voyeur. That’s why this moment is so perfect. I’m giving her permission to do what she already wants to do but would never dare.

Her cheeks are flushed with color, and I can see her nipples through her dress. She’s taken off her bra as well. I’m rock hard at the thought all that’s between her and being naked is that tight dress.

She shifts her knees further apart and now I can see her pussy lips. They’re spreading slightly, just enough to give a hint of the pink delights within. I want to tell her to get her knees up on the bench, get as open as she can go, let me see it all.

Not here. Not yet. Wouldn’t do much good to get arrested for indecent exposure just when we’re meant to be catching a flight.

With her legs open, I glance up at her face. She’s breathing steadily, staring into the distance like she’s no idea how exposed she is. She stretches her arms up and yawns and her nipples almost come out from the top of her dress.

It feels like the entire place is watching her. It feels good to know they might all want to fuck her, but none of them can even get close to talking to her. I’ll tear them apart if they try anything.

I make the most of these few minutes. Eventually, I’ll tell her to close her legs but not yet. “Five minutes,” I whisper across to her.

They’re the longest five minutes of her life, I can tell. The more time passes, the more people notice and begin to stare. She’s turning purple in the face and shifting on the spot with embarrassment, but I notice her pussy is starting to glisten. She’s getting wet down there. She’s enjoying this moment as much as I am.

The five minutes end and I’m about to tell her to close her legs when they announce it’s time for boarding. I get to my feet and hold out a hand to her. She takes it and we walk to the airplane together.

Once we’re sat in first class, I recline my seat, draping my blanket over both of us. We’re barely in the air before I’m stroking her leg under the blanket. She shifts in her seat so she can look at me. “I’ve never been abroad,” she says. “Is that weird?”

I shake my head. “If I get the chance, I’ll show you some of the sights.”

“You know Rome well?”

“Spent a lot of time there when I was a soldier.”

“Doing what?”

“Boring things.” I stroke my hand higher, finding the hem of her dress and reaching under it. She shifts again, moving her hips and spreading her knees to allow me to explore her thighs. From above, it looks like nothing, just two people sharing a blanket.

I keep control of my expression, not giving anything away. Unlike Rose who can’t help opening her mouth to let out a tiny groan when I brush over her soaking wet pussy lips.

“Champagne?” a voice asks. I look up and a steward is there with a bottle .

“For two,” I reply, keeping my hand right where it is, stroking slightly as the bottle is poured out. With the two glasses fizzing away, the steward moves on and I return my attention to Rose. She looks stunningly beautiful, her eyes closing as she lays back and lets me continue what I’m doing.

I would listen if she said the safe word. I would stop at once. I’m not an animal. I have self-control. She says nothing, so I keep going.

I move the tip of my finger to her clit and brush over it lightly. She shudders, opening her eyes for long enough to glance my way and smile before sighing with happiness. She closes her eyes again and whispers, “This is torture.”

“You’re going to come for me right here,” I say quietly enough for none of the other passengers to hear. “Then you’re going to nap. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“I can’t come,” she says. “Not like this.”

“I bet you can.” I move my finger down and slide it gently into her. While it’s there, I take a sip of my champagne.

“Smooth,” she says, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my pants. “Try doing it while I’m holding this.”

I put the glass down, moving her hand back to her side. “Not now,” I tell her. “This is about you.” I go back to her clit, stroking it just the way I know she likes, taking my time, teasing her while watching her closely. I love the way her neck arches as she starts to lose herself in the moment.

She’s trying to keep herself under control, not give away what’s happening to those around us. She just manages it.

I bring her closer, dipping into her pussy with every few strokes of her clit, teasing her beyond breaking point. She’s groaning audibly now, shifting in her seat and gripping the sides, her knuckles white. “Oh fuck,” she says as I move faster on her clit. “Keep going. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Come for me,” I growl in her ear. “Come right now.”

I move over her clit faster, and then it happens. Her hips jerk upward, and she lets out a loud groan. She bites her lip to stop any more sounds coming out, her limbs shaking as the steward appears in front of us again. “Everything all right?”

“Not used to flying,” I reply. “That’s all.”

Rose looks up and lets out another groan, this one clearly an act. “Sorry,” she says. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“You look flushed. Would you like some water?”

“Yes, please.”

The steward disappears and Rose turns to me, grinning. “You bad boy,” she says.

“I didn’t do anything,” I reply. “I’m just laid here taking it easy.”

Rose yawns and then thanks the returning steward for her water. She sips at it before fanning her face. “I need to pee,” she says. “And I need something else too.” She winks at me.

“Later,” I reply. “We’ve a long way to go yet.”

She walks off shakily to the bathroom and I look at her ass, hardly able to believe she’s my wife. My cock is still rock hard but I ignore it. By the time she gets back, I’m calm again and happy to hold her hand while she drifts off into a nap.

I sit looking out the window and wondering how things will be when it’s time for the return flight. Will I be alive? Will she?

Nothing to do but wait and see what fate has in store for both of us.