THE DARK NAUGHTY NIGHT

I was screaming inwardly as a range of emotions erupted inside of me. My owner—Matteo, the dark lord, just sat in his chair, giving me a stare that meant "and so what?"

How could he? Bringing me this far, to a high and then, leave me to hang and dry? Why does he look for any excuse to punish me? He always wants to show me that he runs the show and controls the pace. After all, he was the Don, the fucking boss of the mafia. People call him the dark lord.

As I stared at him, a wicked idea popped up in my head—"if Matteo didn't want to help me out, I'll just have to do it myself," I thought to myself.

I smiled and he looked up at me. "What mischief are you planning in that twisted mind?"

I smirked naughtily—he had no idea.

Staring at him, I pulled the seat opposite him in order to give him a good view and to avoid the obstruction from the table. I sat and closed my eyes, remembering his hands on my body, his hot lips on my skin and then I let out a slow, purposely moan that almost soun