I woke up feeling sore and well fucked. I noticed that I was in different clothes than I last night, and that Jay wasn't in the bed with me. 'That's strange' I thought as I stretched out. I grabbed my phone to that it was almost noon.
"The fuck." I thought aloud. I never sleep this late. Even when I sleep in late, my body won't let me sleep past 10:00. 'What the fuck did Jay do to me last night.' I grumbled inwardly. I noticed that Jay put me in one of his shirts and he cleaned the cum from my pussy.
I gingerly got out of bed and slipped on my slides. I made my way to the office where I know Jay would be, mainly because it's Saturday. Jay doesn't go into the company office on weekends, unless its emergency. That building is really only for legit business matters and the home office is purely for mafia business only. When I asked Jay the point of the set up was he told me that if he ever had to get evidence he could do it quickly without losing legal stuff.
When I made it to his office, he was on the phone, yelling at someone, smoking a blunt, and cleaning a gun. I walked over and touched his shoulder softly. He moved his hands so that I could sit and his lap before going back to yelling at whomever it was on the phone.
I laid my head against his chest, and take the blunt from his mouth while he yells in Italian. He continued on for sometime whilst cleaning his weapon. He looked powerful. He looked like a boss. He looked sexy. I wanted him so fucking bad. But my poor pussy needs a break.
"Hai due giorni per prendermi i miei soldi oppure ..." He threatens before hanging up the phone.
"Good morning Daddy." I said, kissing his neck sweetly.
"Don't you mean afternoon Bambina." He said with a slight smirk. I frowned up at him before tugging at his nipple ring hard.
"Don't be mad baby." He chuckled. "Did I wear you out my queen?" He whispered in my ear, licking the shell, before plucking the blunt from my hand. "Who told you that you could smoke my shit?"
"You weren't smoking it so I did it for you." I shrugged.
He just rolled his eyes,before puffing away. "I got something for you." He said, taking hold of my waist and placing me on his desk.
"And what may that be?" I asked, biting my lip.
"I've created a nympho." Jay chuckled and reached into the his drawer.
"You like it." I smirked, as he placed something metal into my lap. I looked down to see a small gun. It's silver with a tiffany blue gun, with what I'm assuming (because it's Jason) are really diamonds in the handle
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"What the fuck?!" I yelled, trying to carefully hand it back to Jay, but he refused.
"It's for your protection." He argued, but I shook my head.
