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Bonnie

“A llegra!” I hear myself scream as I flood her face.

I’m partly mortified and partly thrilled. I’ve never gushed. In fact, I thought it was an urban legend. Kelley thought so too. Well, I’ve dispelled that belief, alright.

My breathing is somewhere between an asthmatic bear and a mewling kitten pleading for air. My skin feels alive and my brain is buzzing. I can’t even describe what’s happening in my nether regions.

Allegra taps my thigh and I gasp, because I’m sure I’ve nearly suffocated her if the gulp of air she’s taking is anything to go by. I scramble backwards, only to flop forwards on her chest when my hips settle on her upper thighs. My bones are jelly.

Seconds pass and I’m no closer to regulating my heartbeat or air consumption. Allegra doesn’t seem to care, though, because I’m suddenly flipped on my back.

“That was fantastic,” she says through deep breaths. “I want to do it again.”

Well, who the hell am I to say no to that?

“Do you like strap-ons?”

My face flushes before I can cover it up. She pulls at my hands as I try in vain to hide myself. I’m so inexperienced it’s embarrassing. What just happened between us is the most daring sex I’ve ever had.

“I’ve never tried,” I finally blurt out. Her smile makes everything worse. I don’t want her pity.

“Hey, we all have to start somewhere, and I quite like the idea of being your first.”

Okay, maybe it’s not pity.

She sweeps hair from my face, and her eyes soften. “We don’t have to use toys if it makes you uncomfortable, Bonnie. I want you to enjoy this as much as me.”

Knowing she’s enjoying herself spurs me on. I shake my head. “I’m not uncomfortable. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

And there I go again, opening my mouth and letting my feelings tumble out without thinking. We’ve just had incredibly passionate sex and I’m murdering it with my silly hang ups.

“I don’t think it’s possible,” she says quietly. I can’t read the emotions scrolling across her face.

“Then I want to try.”

Leaning down, Allegra kisses me soft and slow. It’s nothing like the lust-fuelled one from moments before. This is deeper and pulls at my heart. Ridiculous, I know. I’m such a fucking cliché.

Pulling away, she chuckles at my sad little whimper. I was no way near ready for the kiss to end. I watch her magnificent backside walk over to a set of double doors. I can see from my position on the bed, she’s entered an impressive walk-in wardrobe, that I’m positive holds tens of thousands of pounds worth of Italian clothes.

Allegra, standing with a Ferrari-red dildo in one hand and a leather harness in the other, stops my thoughts about clothing in an instant.

“It’s new,” she says. I hadn’t even thought about that. This is all so overwhelmingly exciting. I don’t think I can formulate words. “Do you still want to try?”

I nod my head rapidly, because even though I’m mute, I need her to know I entirely and enthusiastically consent to whatever she wants to do with it. Her eyes light up and a smile graces her lips. She makes a show of slipping the harness on and up her legs. My eyes linger on the patch of darker blonde hair between her thighs. I make a mental note to study that further, later on.

Next, she trails the tip of the dildo between her boobs and down her very sculpted abs. I momentarily panic because I’m in no way sculpted; a little doughy in places, truth be told.

My panic subsides when I see the heat in her gaze. Her blue and green eyes blaze a scorching trail up my body as she places the dildo through the O-ring and begins rubbing the shaft.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

“Would you like to know my favourite way of using this?” she says in a low and dangerous voice.

“Missionary?” I squeak, causing her to laugh deeply.

“No, not quite. I like reverse cowgirl. You know it?”

Oh, bloody hell, there goes my face again. I look away and shake my head.

“Good, I can’t wait to show you,” she says, stepping forward. “On your knees, Bonnie.”

I peel myself off the damp sheets and get to my knees. Allegra circles the bed until she’s behind me.

“I’m going to lay down and I want you to straddle my thighs, okay?”

“Okay.” I sound breathy, and I know I’m close to hyperventilating.

With a bit of clumsy manoeuvring on my part, I balance myself over her. The tip of the toy pokes my inner thigh, and I’m sure I can feel myself dripping down my leg. This is all highly irregular for me.

“I’m going to rub you all over the toy. Is that okay?”

Is it okay? Um, yes, please. I don’t say that, though, because I’m still incapable of saying more than one word, so she gets my nod of the head.

One hand rubs up my back and I shiver. My back is a major erogenous zone for me. Her nails scrape gently as her other hand directs the dildo through my ever-increasing wetness.

“Mmm, you’re ready,” she says, almost to herself. I love the reverence in her voice.

The hand which was scratching up and down my back now clamps on my shoulder. She raises her hips and pushes the toy into me. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good. I never really got excited over penetration before. But this feels different…or maybe it’s who I’m with that is the deciding factor.

“Still okay?” she asks.

“Y-yes,” I manage to gasp out.

“You’re taking it so well, Bonnie. All my inches.”

“Oh, fuck,” I cry, because the dirty talk, added to the feeling of her toy inside of me, is revving me up higher than a grandma behind the wheel of a Ford Fiesta.

“Mmm, that’s it, relax. Do you want to move your hips?”

Bracing my knees, I lift slightly and roll my hips. It feels amazing, so I do it again. Allegra’s hand on my shoulder grips a little hard. When I rise again, her hand pulls me down even harder, and I can’t stop the pant and curse slipping from my lips.

“Harder,” I say, surprising myself. Allegra doesn’t disappoint. She slams into me again and again until I have to hold her legs to keep me steady.

With a sudden move, she sits up behind me and cups both my breasts. “Take what you need from me,” she growls.

I feel her stiff nipples rub against my sensitive back. My hips take on a life of their own. I roll deeply, flexing my legs as I rise and fall on her, over and over again. Every time I pound myself against her, she curses and pinches my nipples. I feel her teeth scrape against my neck. I don’t think this could get better. And then it does. One of Allegra’s hands drops from my breast. I’m too lost in my euphoria to question why she’s not playing with my nipple any longer. But my unasked question is answered when I hear a click and the toy starts vibrating, almost making me shoot off her in both surprise and sheer pleasure.

“Oh…oh, yes. Shit, that’s… Right there, Allegra.”

“Fuck,” she says into my neck. We’re moving together and it’s so damn good. Taking my hands from her legs, I reach back and roughly grab fistfuls of her hair. I’m so wet I’m scared she’ll slip out of me before I tumble, but Allegra holds on tighter until I howl through the best orgasm I have ever had.

We fall to the side in exhaustion, Allegra still buried inside of me. “I…I think I like strap-ons,” I say, laughing.

Allegra’s body shakes behind me. “I’d agree. Hold still.”

She turns it off and slips out of me, then removes the harness. I’m slipping into sleep when it occurs to me, Allegra might want me to leave. As upsetting as that would be, I wouldn’t argue. Before I can turn to ask, I’m enveloped in her arms as she snuggles behind me, her mouth nestled behind my ear. I lay there and wait for her to say something, but I only hear soft snores. She’s already asleep.

Time ticks by. I can’t shut off my brain. It’s not even the fact we had sex that is keeping me awake; it was the quality. I mean, I thought I’d had great sex before, but now I know it was mediocre at best. How fucking sad. And yet, I’m secretly pleased my earth-shattering orgasms were the result of a night with Allegra Malgeri, mob queen.

I roll my lips to stop myself from laughing, but it doesn’t work. Allegra shifts behind me and I feel her head poke over my shoulder.

“Are you laughing?” she asks, which just makes it worse. I’m one of those people that laughs at inappropriate times and once I start, I can’t stop.

Allegra simply watches me as I fall about, cackling. I can feel her smile against my skin. When I finally get a grip on myself, I roll until I’m on my back and she’s looking down at me.

“Sorry about that,” I wheeze.

She grins. “I’m not sure if I should be offended that you find this so funny.”

Shaking my head, I bop her on the nose. “That’s not what I was laughing about.”

“Care to tell me what you found so amusing?”

I nibble my lip. “Okay, but you can’t laugh.”

“Why not? You did!”

“No, I mean you can’t laugh at me.”

She brushes her nose against mine…and I melt. “I promise. Now tell me.”

“Okay, so before we met—” That’s a better way to describe it than before you abducted me , which could potentially ruin our very nice evening together. “—I was reading a new book called Mob’s Seduction .”

“That’s an appalling title,” she scoffs.

“Agreed, but not the point.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“Well, as you can probably tell, it was about a mob family.”

“Shocking,” she deadpans. I swat her bottom.

“Anyway. One of the main characters is forced to marry a mob queen to save her family.”

Allegra’s smile blossoms before me, and she laughs. “Ah, it makes sense now.”

“What does?”

“The reason you drunkenly told me you wouldn’t marry me and be my sex slave.”

Oh shit, yeah. I forgot about that.

“Well, yes. I’ve been thinking about the book ever since I met you. And…”

“And?”

“And I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for your tricks like the main character in the book. But here I am,” I grin, “I fell into bed with the mob queen.”

She gasps, “So, you are my sex slave!”

“No,” I laugh. “Well, maybe. If that’s the level of performance I can expect every time.”

She scoffs, “Please. That wasn’t even my best work.”

“I think your best work would kill me, then.”

She drops her head to my arm and rubs her nose up and down. I can see she’s got something on her mind, so I wait.

“Are…are you okay with what happened? I mean, the part where you slept with someone you vowed not to?”

Running my hand through her hair, I pull a little, so she has to look at me. “I am. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.”

She nods. “I know that, but… Well, are you going to regret this later? We’ve only just started working through some things you find problematic about my life.”

Yeah, that’s true and I know I’ll need more time to really dial into my feelings about it all.

“I won’t lie and say it’s instantly okay. There’s too much going on for me to know how I will eventually feel about everything that’s happened. But I know I won’t regret this, Allegra. Will you?” This works both ways, after all.

She shakes her head. “No regrets. I’m surprised it happened at all, but I wanted you. I want you.”

“Then let’s stop talking.”