Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 86: Chapter 86
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"Are we going to clear out the stables again for an early riposo?"
"Hmm. Maybe after. I have very fond memories of that day." The first time I deepthroated his cock. "Me, too. Can I take a selfie with you? Please? I like the casual mafia boss look. I won't post it anywhere. It'll be just for me." He always refused to be in pictures with me, much as Dimitri had in Rome.
"No photos, Valentina . I can't risk it ending up online or someone hacking your phone."
"Are you saying the Italian government doesn't know who you are?"
"Of course, they do. But that doesn't mean I want to remind them." We went into the stables. This time, he didn't order everyone out. Instead, he led me to a stall in the back. On the wall was a brass plate that read La Piccola Monella. "You're moving me out to the stables?" I joked.
"Not yet," he smirked and slapped my ass. "Look inside." I peeked into the stall and a huge brown head appeared. It was a chestnut-coloured horse with a patch of white on its face. She nuzzled toward me, curious. I reached out and stroked her muzzle. "Hello, girl." She shifted and bobbed her head, like she was saying hello, too. I laughed.
"I think she likes you," Rafael said, his chest at my back. "Not that I ever doubted it. You are far kinder to animals than you are to me."
"I was very kind to you last night. Twice, in fact." I continued to pet the horse. "She's beautiful, Rafael ."
"I am glad you think so. She belongs to you." I cast a glance over my shoulder. His brown gaze smouldered with heat and affection, a look I was coming to know well. "You bought me a horse?"
"Sí. I took the honour of naming her, though."
"So I can ride whenever I like?" I liked to walk the estate, but that could be exhausting. Plus, I missed riding. We had grown up taking lessons as girls. "Of course. You must wear a helmet, however." My paparino. Always looking out for me. I bit my lip as happiness coursed through my chest. "I promise. May I go now?"
"Yes, as long as I may come with you." Now the casual clothes made sense. He'd planned time away from work to take me riding. Grinning, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him like that aphid on the leaf. "Of course. Grazie, Rafael . This is the very best surprise."
He held me under my ass and kissed my mouth. "I'm glad you are happy. Let me have both horses saddled and then we'll go."
Valentina's POV
"I think my ass is sunburned," I said as we rode back toward the stables. He smirked, looking very pleased with himself. And why wouldn't he? I had just fucked him stupid out in a pasture under some olive trees. Between my legs was a sticky mess, but it had been worth it.
"Or perhaps it is red from the spanking I gave you last night." Right. Of course, he would remember that. I grinned and tilted my face up toward the sun. It was hot but there was a nice breeze, which Rafael said came off the ocean. Today has been one of the best days in a long time. I loved being on a horse again, and Rafael explained the various plots of land and the animals they raised as we rode. His knowledge of the estate never failed to impress me. It was clear that he loved the land, and from the stories he told he'd obviously spend a lot of time out here.
We had stopped for a bite to eat, which Rafael produced from a bag tied to his horse. There were olives and figs, cured meats and cheeses. And one of Zia's pastries, because he knew how much I loved them. We shared ciró from a bottle, except for when Rafael dribbled some on my naked breasts and licked it off.
He undressed me slowly, then put me on top of him. I had a thing for being naked while he was clothed a kink that was no secret from Rafael. After we came, he closed his eyes and I relaxed on top of him, just breathing in the scent of lemon soap and sex.
"I wish we could do this every day," he whispered into my hair. My toes had curled into the grass, the flutters in my chest nearly an earthquake. I was so happy with him and he seemed happy, too. Now we were headed back to real life. "Are you returning to work this afternoon?" I asked him.
"Yes. I have a few important calls. Will you miss me?"
"No," I lied. His expression said he didn't believe me. "Since you are in a good mood, I must tell you that I'll need to skip dinner tonight."
"Oh." Disappointment crashed through me. I liked eating dinner with him and his family. "It won't be the same without you."
"I like to hear you say it, dolcezza."
"Do you have late calls?"
"No, I must go out for a meeting." I pulled Piccola Monella to a halt. "You are leaving the estate?" He leaned forward on the saddle, bracing his forearms on the horn. "Yes."
"Hmm. Maybe after. I have very fond memories of that day." The first time I deepthroated his cock. "Me, too. Can I take a selfie with you? Please? I like the casual mafia boss look. I won't post it anywhere. It'll be just for me." He always refused to be in pictures with me, much as Dimitri had in Rome.
"No photos, Valentina . I can't risk it ending up online or someone hacking your phone."
"Are you saying the Italian government doesn't know who you are?"
"Of course, they do. But that doesn't mean I want to remind them." We went into the stables. This time, he didn't order everyone out. Instead, he led me to a stall in the back. On the wall was a brass plate that read La Piccola Monella. "You're moving me out to the stables?" I joked.
"Not yet," he smirked and slapped my ass. "Look inside." I peeked into the stall and a huge brown head appeared. It was a chestnut-coloured horse with a patch of white on its face. She nuzzled toward me, curious. I reached out and stroked her muzzle. "Hello, girl." She shifted and bobbed her head, like she was saying hello, too. I laughed.
"I think she likes you," Rafael said, his chest at my back. "Not that I ever doubted it. You are far kinder to animals than you are to me."
"I was very kind to you last night. Twice, in fact." I continued to pet the horse. "She's beautiful, Rafael ."
"I am glad you think so. She belongs to you." I cast a glance over my shoulder. His brown gaze smouldered with heat and affection, a look I was coming to know well. "You bought me a horse?"
"Sí. I took the honour of naming her, though."
"So I can ride whenever I like?" I liked to walk the estate, but that could be exhausting. Plus, I missed riding. We had grown up taking lessons as girls. "Of course. You must wear a helmet, however." My paparino. Always looking out for me. I bit my lip as happiness coursed through my chest. "I promise. May I go now?"
"Yes, as long as I may come with you." Now the casual clothes made sense. He'd planned time away from work to take me riding. Grinning, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him like that aphid on the leaf. "Of course. Grazie, Rafael . This is the very best surprise."
He held me under my ass and kissed my mouth. "I'm glad you are happy. Let me have both horses saddled and then we'll go."
Valentina's POV
"I think my ass is sunburned," I said as we rode back toward the stables. He smirked, looking very pleased with himself. And why wouldn't he? I had just fucked him stupid out in a pasture under some olive trees. Between my legs was a sticky mess, but it had been worth it.
"Or perhaps it is red from the spanking I gave you last night." Right. Of course, he would remember that. I grinned and tilted my face up toward the sun. It was hot but there was a nice breeze, which Rafael said came off the ocean. Today has been one of the best days in a long time. I loved being on a horse again, and Rafael explained the various plots of land and the animals they raised as we rode. His knowledge of the estate never failed to impress me. It was clear that he loved the land, and from the stories he told he'd obviously spend a lot of time out here.
We had stopped for a bite to eat, which Rafael produced from a bag tied to his horse. There were olives and figs, cured meats and cheeses. And one of Zia's pastries, because he knew how much I loved them. We shared ciró from a bottle, except for when Rafael dribbled some on my naked breasts and licked it off.
He undressed me slowly, then put me on top of him. I had a thing for being naked while he was clothed a kink that was no secret from Rafael. After we came, he closed his eyes and I relaxed on top of him, just breathing in the scent of lemon soap and sex.
"I wish we could do this every day," he whispered into my hair. My toes had curled into the grass, the flutters in my chest nearly an earthquake. I was so happy with him and he seemed happy, too. Now we were headed back to real life. "Are you returning to work this afternoon?" I asked him.
"Yes. I have a few important calls. Will you miss me?"
"No," I lied. His expression said he didn't believe me. "Since you are in a good mood, I must tell you that I'll need to skip dinner tonight."
"Oh." Disappointment crashed through me. I liked eating dinner with him and his family. "It won't be the same without you."
"I like to hear you say it, dolcezza."
"Do you have late calls?"
"No, I must go out for a meeting." I pulled Piccola Monella to a halt. "You are leaving the estate?" He leaned forward on the saddle, bracing his forearms on the horn. "Yes."
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