Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Charlotte

Good luck on your first day Goddess.

Meet me at the club later. Wear black lace.

No panties.

Jesus Christ, I have to swallow hard to keep from blushing.

That’s Gabe’s text to me. It serves me right for looking at my phone when I’m in class.

I knew it was him when the phone buzzed in my bag. I was just being the naughty school teacher he turned me into and checked my phone after I’d given my class the reading for the lesson.

I’d gotten the class to read Godiva and make notes about the medieval aspects of the poem.

I just thought I’d quickly check my phone while they were doing so and that was the message from Gabe.

Just as quickly I fire back a message to him saying ‘okay’, and shove my phone back in my bag trying my best not to blush.

No panties…. What a thing to tell me. The man is … how would I describe Gabriel Giordano to anyone?

The thing about being unpredictable and adventurous is just that and dare I say it, I’m starting to feel a little like my old self again which is great. I’ve been with him for a week and because of how easy it is to get lost in him, I’ve done exactly that.

Some nights see us staying in at his place, which I’ve been quickly referring to as home and other nights are spent at the club. I even allowed myself the guilty pleasure of stopping by his office at the shipping company for lunch and the man ended up eating me instead.

My skin flushes with the recollection and I push it out of my mind, can’t think about that here. I’m in class and I’m a teacher again.

They call me Miss and look up to me. I can’t think about sex, or how I can’t wait to see what Gabe has in store for me at the club tonight.

Fuck, I can’t even think of The Dark Odyssey. What would people think if they knew I’d been there several times over the last week and I was… involved with one of the club owners.

And we had sex in public every time since that first night we did it. My God… people have seen me naked having seriously wild sex with a man in a sex club.

I blow out a breath and shuffle to straighten my shoulders.

Regaining my composure, I look over my class and marvel at the view of my students.

I’m a teacher in a room with a bunch of sixteen year olds at Raventhorne Academy. A bunch of sixteen-year-olds who are doing what I tell them and the class is so quiet as they read the poem. They’re all so well behaved and each of the boys and girls look like they want to be here.

It brings a smile to my face and I feel the surge of happiness take me, the kind of happy you get when you accomplish something. A dream, a goal, a wish your heart wants.

In my case it was all made possible by Cordelia and given to me at just the right time to heal me and that aspect of my mind, and … nearly taken from me in the same breath by Tobias.

I want to enjoy all of this but I know I can’t truly relax. I can’t because I know what he’s like and deep down, even though he knows I have Gabe and the Giordanos I don’t think it will stop him from coming for me again with his games.

Blackmail… it’s like food to his soul and he lost at his own game last time. He won’t take that lightly, neither will he take what Gabe did to him lightly.

The boy at the back lifts his head and looks over to me. He’s a dark haired guy whose name I remember because his family are well known, like most of the students at the school.

It’s Patterson, as in congressman Patterson’s son.

“Can I ask a question?” he says and lifts his head toward me.

“Of course.” I try to hide the excitement in my voice at having my first question of the day.

“Is there some element of escapism here too?” He asks and my spirits lift instantly. His brows knit together in thought as he continues. “I mean like the other post-Romantic poems, I don’t know if I’m just seeing what I want to see because Tennyson probably wrote it about Lady Godiva and who wouldn’t dig a chick that rode through the town naked? But the words feel like … escapism to me.”

I smile at him and nod, trying to hold back the memories of all the times I had to escape in my mind when I was in Italy.

“You are absolutely correct.” I take in his brighter appearance at having been right. “It’s medieval and a lot of the poems written by the post-Romantic poets carry that element of escapism. Back in the past, any time at all where they thought life was better, or more exciting.”

“Or free?”

I like this guy. He reminds me of myself at his age. “Or free. Add it to your notes and be sure to write down your thoughts, it will help for your coursework and any projects you may do this semester. ” I look about the class and see the interested looks I’m getting from a few of the students. “Did anyone else get the sense of escapism?”

“Me.” Says the girl in the back row at the opposite corner of the room. “But a little different. I liked how strong Lady Godiva was, and daring and I think Tennyson wrote about her because she pushed the limits and did something that was completely out of character for her time.”

The boy whose name I just remembered is Heath looks at her and she glances over to him. I notice the spark but she looks away, shy.

“That is perfect,” I tell her with a nod and she smiles.

I can’t remember her name but I’ve made it my duty to remember everyone’s name by tomorrow at close of business.

“Does anyone have anything else to add?” I’m glad when I see hands go up in the air.

It’s so good to be teaching again. My first day is definitely going to be a good one. Here at school and later.

Later came quick.

People say time flies when you’re having fun and I had one of the very best days I’d had in a very long time. In my last class, the discussion we were having about Shakespeare and King Lear was so interesting that we ran over by half an hour because the students kept asking more and more questions.

Principal Carson sat through that one with me and was truly, truly impressed.

That lesson alone made me look real good in front of him and I wasn’t even trying to impress him.

I met up with Cordelia and Ma after for dinner and babbled about the day I had to them. Neither could get a word in and I suspect neither wanted to stop me in my tracks as I gushed on.

Now I’m here at The Dark Odyssey again for another wild night with Gabe.

I’m wearing a satin black negligee and no panties at his request. I have on black heels and a black masquerade mask with feathers and black beads around the eyes. My hair is down and I curled it so it’s extra curly and bouncy, just the way Gabe likes it.

I feel like such a girl getting ready for my man.

My man…

God… I want him to be, but I’m still at that place where I’m trying to not be afraid. It’s too soon to push myself more than I have and I don’t want to put too much pressure to move faster because everyone around me wants me to be the Charlotte from the past they’re used to.

This is good, me going to the club and swimming in the deep end of fantasy.

I can’t explain it other than it must be the vibe of freedom to be whoever, and whatever you want to be, with whoever, when you step through the club doors.

I’m led up to the private booth again although I insist on going up by myself.

Kelly, the woman who takes me up, tells me Gabe specifically requested that I’m escorted up when I arrive.

He’s already waiting for me there and he looks like a dream in a white button-down he has rolled up his thick forearms and black slacks that show off his long, powerful legs.

He’s had a haircut and neatened his beard so he looks sharp.

The gorgeous sight of him throws me and lures me to him all at the same time and I go straight up to him and kiss him. In these heels my head just about reaches the top of his shoulders so he knows I want his kissable lips when I press my hands to the hard corded wall of his chest.

He kisses me and does that insanely sexy thing of tugging on my bottom lip and I giggle.

Then true to his wildness, he pulls back, crouches down and lifts the hem of my negligee right up so he can check I’m not wearing any panties. He gets confirmation and everyone who’s watching us gets it too. They also get a good view of him nuzzling his face to my pussy and licking over my clit so he can have a taste of me.

I can’t believe we’re like this. I just can’t and what’s so thrilling about it is it feels normal.

“Perfect,” he compliments, and rises to his feet. “Good day? You look like it was a good day.”

“The best.” I bubble.

His eyes brighten against the bounce of the club lights and he looks genuinely happy to hear that. I’m not going to give him the rundown I gave Ma and Cordelia though.

I want tonight with him.

“Good, you can tell me all about it while I’m buried deep inside you.” He lowers playfully to kiss my neck.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Gabe I’m not going to tell you about my day at school while we’re having sex. Thank you for the message by the way.”

He chuckles and circles his arms around me making a show of smelling my hair. “Fuck, you smell so damn good. Jesus.”

“Thank you.”

“I missed you.” The low timbre in his voice reaches out to me and I enjoy his hands roaming my body. He fills his palms with my breasts and gives them a squeeze.

“I missed you too.”

“Yeah?” He asks pressing his forehead to mine.

I nod slowly and cup his face. “Thank you.”

“What for baby?”

“Everything…”

“Dance with me.” He says, his voice like a caress on my soul. I giggle when he tugs my hand and follow him like I would wherever he planned to lead me.

Dancing sounds like fun now and the moment we step onto the dance floor I get lost in the electrifying sensation the music creates.

Gabe turns me to face him and we start moving together like we were made for each other.

It’s been years since I danced like this and the last time I danced was with him, here at The Dark Odyssey.

Now feels like then, except I’m no longer the shy schoolgirl I was.

Dancing with Gabe now feels like raw erotic freedom.

And he makes sure I’m aware of his hands and attention all on me. Holding me against him, pressed up against him with his hand on my ass he flips me around so I can feel his erection as he grinds against my ass.

I never fail to notice the eyes on us, on me and him. He doesn’t wear a mask. Doesn’t need to, he’s the boss and as boss he could have any woman in this room. They give him their attention the same as before.

And just the same as before I know he only sees me.

He spins me out and back to him, catching me so I face him again and lifts my chin towards him.

Dangerous heat sears with his lust-filled gaze.

“You taunt me,” he says against my ear.

Taunt, it’s a good word, he taunts me too.

He brushes his nose over mine and my whole body flushes with delight. Then his lips catch mine for a consuming kiss that sends shivers of ecstasy through my being.

I’m not ready for him to stop when he does. I move back to his lips and he catches my bottom lip between his teeth giving me a sexy nip.

“Time to take things up a notch goddess,” he breathes against my ear as the music dips low.

I’m excited to see what he’s going to do and when he takes my hand, I follow his lead through the crowd of bodies clashing together.