Alfonso’s thick fingers tightened their bruising grip on Joanne’s thigh, holding her completely paralyzed in her seat.
Under the table, his palm felt like iron against her sensitive skin, grounding her in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
All around them, the atmosphere in the banquet hall grew suffocatingly charged.
The eyes of the hardened syndicate members remained glued to the massive screen, where the graphic, sweaty shadows of the screen actors continued to writhe against each other, the state-of-the-art speakers blasting out the wet, echoing friction of their bodies.
“Damn, now that is a woman who knows how to take a real pounding,” one of the frontline captains murmured with a dark laugh, leaning back in his chair and taking a gulp of his amber liquor.
“That is incredibly hot.”
“You know…” Dazo spoke up from halfway down the long table, his eyes narrowing as he squinted through the dim, flickering light of the projector screen, then slowly turned his head to look at the head of the table.
“If you look closely at the facial structure and the way her hair falls… the woman in this scene actually looks quite a bit like our beautiful new nurse here.”
In an instant, a dozen pairs of eyes snapped away from the digital display, shifting their intense focus entirely onto the terrified, shivering Joanne.
Joanne felt the blood completely drain from her face.
Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, a deep, agonizing wave of shyness and mortification making her want to melt straight through the floorboards.
She kept her head bowed politely, her eyes wide with terror as she clutched the plunging neckline of her translucent black nightgown, desperately trying to shrink away from their predatory stares.
Alfonso let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated dangerously against her shoulder.
He didn’t deny the captain’s words.
Instead, he leaned back slightly in his seat, his icy eyes raking over her flushed features.
“You’re completely right, Dazo,” Alfonso agreed smoothly, his voice cutting through the thick tension of the room.
“The nurse could easily become a truly exceptional actress. She just doesn’t know it yet. She clearly chose a completely wrong career path when she picked medicine.”
As the final words left his lips, his hand began to move.
His fingers slid slowly, lightly up the inner curve of her thigh, his thumb brushing against her flesh with a deliberate, maddening friction.
Joanne’s breath hitched completely, a soft, involuntary tremor rippling through her spine.
She couldn’t breathe.
Desperate to maintain a shred of dignity in front of his assembled empire, she brought her trembling hands under the table, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, trying with all her meager strength to pull his massive hand away from her thighs.
But Alfonso didn’t let go.
His arm remained as unyielding as a steel pillar, his fingers continuing their agonizingly slow, possessive caress.
“Hey, Boss,” Griffin suddenly called out from across the table, a wicked, knowing smirk splitting his handsome face as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.
“Since you spent the entire night with her in that VIP room… does Joanne actually moan in that same sexy, broken way the woman on the screen is doing right now when she’s pinned beneath you?”
Joanne froze, her lungs burning as she waited for the ground to swallow her whole.
Alfonso lifted his glass, taking a slow, deliberate sip before answering, his eyes locked dead on Joanne’s burning face.
“She is a truly great one at that, Griffin. Her beautiful moans can get a man’s cock rock-hard several times in a row. The exact moment it rests, her voice makes it wake up immediately.”
A chorus of laughter and appreciative murmurs broke out among the men, while the female servants glared at Joanne with a toxic, venomous jealousy that filled the air with an invisible malice.
The explicit scene on the projector screen seemed completely unending, the woman’s desperate cries—”Ah…
mmmph, yes!
Ahhh!”—filling the room over and over again.
Joanne kept her eyes fixed firmly on her lap, desperately avoiding looking at the display, but the graphic audio combined with the relentless, burning heat of Alfonso’s hand was doing something terrible to her body.
A strange, terrifying warmth began to bloom deep within her lower abdomen.
She began to shift uncomfortably in her chair, her breathing growing ragged, her skin flushing a deep crimson.
Alfonso noticed the subtle, trembling change in her posture instantly.
He leaned his massive upper body down, his jawline brushing against the shell of her ear, his minty, hot breath fanning across her neck.
“Are you doing okay, sweet doctor?” he murmured in a low, deceptive whisper.
Joanne didn’t respond, her lips pressed tightly together as she fought to keep her composure.
Seeing her stubborn silence, Alfonso’s dark eyes flashed with a sudden, ruthless dominance.
Without warning, he directed his hand further upward, his fingers sliding effortlessly past the hem of the short silk nightgown until his palm flatly cupped the thin, damp lace of her panties.
He began to caress her there, his thumb rubbing firmly against her sensitive center through the fabric.
Joanne’s eyes dilated in shock.
She instantly clapped her hand over her mouth, forcing back a desperate gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot straight up her spine.
Alfonso’s smirk widened.
Slipping his hand past the edge of the silk panties, his long fingers pushed directly into her bare, hidden warmth, his fingertips immediately making direct contact with her slick, swollen flesh.
“Oh…” Alfonso whispered against her ear, his voice dripping with a dark, triumphant satisfaction.
“Look at that. Someone is already welcoming down here.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
He found the tight bud of her clitoris, his thumb circling it with a heavy, expert pressure.
Joanne’s entire body shook with an overwhelming wave of physical pleasure.
A broken, muffled whimper caught in the back of her throat, her fingers digging desperately into the wood of the table as she fought with every ounce of her soul to avoid making a single audible sound that would draw the attention of the captains, who were still busy watching the screen.
“Are you ready for me, nurse?” Alfonso questioned, his voice a lethal purr.
Joanne was completely stupefied, her mind turning to absolute mush under the intense, forbidden stimulation.
She shook her head in denial, her eyes wide and pleading.
No, please, not here, not in front of them, she begged silently.
But Alfonso ignored her completely.
With a swift, unyielding thrust, he inserted a long, thick finger deep inside her tight, dripping channel.
Joanne’s back arched, her lower body shaking as the sudden, deep invasion threatened to drive her completely crazy.
The contrast of the sterile, business-like dinner happening above the table and the crude, explicit violation happening beneath it was too much to bear.
She bit down hard on her own lip, her knuckles turning white as she held everything in, her core desperately clamping around his finger as he began to pace his movements under the table, right in front of his oblivious men.
He grew ruthless with the finger, sliding it in and out with a rapid, friction-heavy stroke, before adding a second finger into her wet depth, stretching her tight walls completely.
His thumb never stopped exploring and punishing her clitoris, driving her over the absolute edge of sanity.
Joanne’s breath came in ragged, silent gasps, her hips involuntarily twitching against his hand as the intense pleasure built into a towering, uncontrollable wave.
Finally, with a violent, full-body shudder, Joanne released massively.
A thick, hot torrent of her sweet cream coated his fingers under the table, her head falling back against the chair as her vision blurred with tears of pure, exhausted climax.
Alfonso felt the hot, pulsing release soak his hand.
With a dark, satisfied grin, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her aching, dripping core, letting go of her trembling thigh entirely.
In one smooth, completely unbothered motion, he brought his wet, glistening hand out from beneath the table and lifted his fingers straight up to his mouth.
In full view of the flickering projector light, he inserted his fingers into his mouth, slowly and deliberately licking his sweet, cream-coated skin clean.
He swallowed, his eyes sweeping across the quiet banquet hall before he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the room for every single captain and servant to hear:
“Today’s meal tastes absolutely exceptional.”