The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 69

- Violet -

"Oh my God!"

Violet's jaw literally dropped to the floor. The laundry room was now painted this dark red and black color. There were no washers or dryers in there, and they were replaced by a single velvet bed. There were contraptions on the ceiling, chains on the wall, and a table with all sorts of toys and tools on the side. Yes, if it wasn't clear, Damon had turned the laundry room into a playroom.

*CLICK

*

Violet heard the sound of the door clicking and she turned around instinctively. Damon had locked the door with a golden key. He took the key out and handed it to her.

"There are only two keys to this room. I've got one of them, and this one's for you,"

Violet cocked her head to the side and stifled a laugh. She took the key from him and said, "You're not serious about this, are you?"

"Does this look like a joke?" he asked back rather challengingly.

"What happened to the laundry room?"

"We moved it downstairs,"

"I can't believe you. You're just-"

"Full of surprises?" he cut her off, smirking mischievously.

"That's one way to put it," she laughed dryly.

"I told you," he said as he strode closer, standing only inches away from her. "You haven't seen nothing yet,"

Damon's dark piercing eyes bored deep into her soul. Violet's laugh died away. She swallowed hard in anticipation of his next move.

And suddenly, Damon grabbed her hands and lifted them up. He pulled down the chains that were hanging from the ceiling and locked her wrists onto them. Violet stood in her place with her hands raised above her head. She tried pulling them down, but the chains held her in place. For more free novels, visit FindNovel.net

"Feels familiar to you?" Damon taunted.

Violet stared at him with a smile playing on her face. Something was stirring in her stomach. And no, it wasn't baby Zach.

Holy moly...

Damon started walking circles around her and he grabbed a leather crop from the table. He ran the leather tip all over her body as he walked. Violet felt the jolts of electricity coursing through her veins. They hadn't done this in a while and she forgot the effects these things could have on her.

*SMACK!*

Damon hit the leather tip on her a*s and the sound reverberated in the air. Violet flinched in shock and let out a gasp.

"Want me to stop?"

Violet swallowed hard. "...No..."

Damon let out a satisfied smirk. Tossing the crop to the side, he then stood right in front of her. Violet looked up at him expectantly as he tilted his head to the side. And suddenly, he grabbed her dress by the neckline and tore it apart. Violet squealed in shock, but Damon kept going. Her lace beige dress was now torn all the way down, revealing her naked breasts and her underwear.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, standing so close to her. Her stomach was pressed against his.

"...I want you,"

"To do what?"

Damon knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear it anyway.

"Damon, please..." she begged. Her knees were trembling, her body aching for him. She wanted so much to reach for him, but the chains locked her in place.

Damon let out a smirk and started walking again. He was now standing right behind her. He pressed his body against her back and she felt the hard bulge of his groin. Damon snaked his arms around her body and grabbed a firm hold of her breasts. Violet's body was writhing in need. She pressed herself hard against him. "Tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl," he murmured into her ears.

Violet couldn't take it any longer. Turning her face to the side, she looked him dead in the eyes as she said, "I want you to spank me. Fuck me. Make me yours,"

Damon was taken aback. He went silent for a moment with his mouth slightly opened.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked, a smile forming on his face.

Violet kept her composure. Her lips also curved into a smile.

"Try me,"

- Damon -

Damon's blood was boiling. He was only half joking when he brought her to the new playroom. He wanted to show it to her and that was it. But now... things have escalated. And he didn't want it to stop. "Use your safeword when you need it," he told her.

Violet nodded her head in response. After getting the confirmation he needed, Damon pulled onto her dress until it ripped apart again. It was already ripped from the front, and it was now ripped from the back. The lace fabric hung loosely on her body, and if he didn't know any better, it almost looked like she had wings.

Damon undressed himself before pulling down her panties to the floor. Snaking an arm around her body, he reached for her c**t and started rubbing her. He felt how wet she was and let out a groan. He teased and played with her core for a while, causing her to squirm and moan.

Damon let out a sigh as he rested his chest on her back. This wasn't his first rodeo by any means, but every time he got to touch her, to love her body, Damon always felt this feeling of overwhelming warmth. He continued teasing, playing, and rubbing his fingers up and down her slit. Meanwhile, his rock-hard length was pressed against her a*s.

"Damon..." she moaned.

Damon plunged his fingers into her and Violet's body arched in response. She was so warm and wet, ready for him. Only a few more thrusts of his fingers and Violet already came unraveling. Her body was so hungry for him, that any little touch could set her off. "Aahhh..."

Damon let out an appreciative smile as he continued thrusting with his finger. Then he guided his length to her core as his fingers moved to rub her clit. His shaft then took his finger's place, thrusting deep into her core as his fingers played and pinched her sensitive bud.

"Fúck..."

Damon couldn't help but curse. It felt so freaking good to be inside her. His whole body relaxed as he started moving inside her. He started off slowly, but he soon picked up the pace and his thrusts grew feral. *SMACK!* SMACK!* SMACK! *

His hand went slapping against her a*s as he continued pounding into her. Violet's hands gripped tightly onto the chains as she let out a squeal. Damon reveled at the fact that he had full control over her body, and that made his thrusts harder and faster. His right hand stayed at her clit and his left went to cup her breast. The sound of skin slapping and hot moans filled the air. He held her firmly in place as he pushed her over the edge. "Damon...!" she squeaked breathlessly.

"Cúm for me, sweet girl,"

And with that, Violet came unraveling all over him. She was cumming so hard, she was squirting all over his shaft.

"Fúck...!"

Damon felt her walls clenched at the wetness all around him. He didn't stop moving, though. He kept up with his pounding, and his hand was still locked on her c**t. It wasn't until she came down from her high that he slowed down his thrusts. Pulling away, Damon then turned her body around. He wanted to see her face. And once he did, it took him a moment to recuperate. Her face was glowing. She was so beautiful.

Once he gathered himself again, Damon pulled on the chains so he could move her toward the bed. He laid her down on her back, and her hands were still tied above her head. Her torn up dress lay behind her like wings. And then he positioned himself in between her legs and leaned down to capture her lips.

God, she's just so fucking beautiful. A goddamn angel.

ONE WEEK LATER ---

- Violet -

With her eyes still closed, Violet stirred in her bed and grimaced. Her brows were frowned and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. It was about three o'clock in the morning and she was woken up from her sleep. Her stomach felt heavy, her back was cramping, and she felt the urgency to pee.

Violet sat up on the bed and her hand went to touch her stomach. She was three weeks away from the original due date and each day that passed could be the actual D-Day. Letting out a soft sigh, she turned to her side and saw that the bed was empty. That's odd...

Damon was supposed to be asleep. She remembered going to bed with him, but now he wasn't here. Slowly, Violet got up from the bed and went to the en-suite bathroom. Damon wasn't in there either. Feeling curious, Violet decided to walk out, heading to the old laundry room.

Violet pushed the key in and unlocked the door to the playroom. Inside, the playroom room was dark and empty. Damon wasn't in there either. Where could he be?

And suddenly, Violet heard some kind of rustling and knocking sound coming from a nearby room. She walked out of the playroom and locked the door before going away to follow the sound.

Violet stood in front of one of the guestrooms that were previously occupied by Dylan and Ivy. The door to the room was slightly ajar and she approached it with caution. She pushed the door back slowly, and she gasped in shock when she saw what was inside. The guest room had been totally flipped. The walls were painted pastel blue, there were toys and a small desk and chair on the corner, and in the middle was a crib. Damon was hunched over the crib, hammering away. "Damon?" she said. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, shit," Damon muttered as he turned around. He was shocked to see her. "Baby, what are you doing out of bed?"

"I was looking for you..." she said. Her eyes glanced around the room. "What's all this?"

"Ah, man," he sighed and put the hammer down. "You're not supposed to see this yet,"

Violet noticed how some parts of the wall hadn't been painted yet. There were also unopened boxes in the other corner of the room.

"Is this a nursery?" she asked.

Damon shrugged and walked over to her. Grabbing her hand, he then said, "I remember what you said about our home not being a place. Now I know this place isn't our home, but we can make it to be. Just in case we won't be back until the due date, I want this prepared for baby Zach. So no matter what happens or where we end up, our baby's gonna alright and taken care of,"

Violet's eyes turned glassy. Her heart was overflowing with love. Damon had been so busy lately with the business, running for mayor, and also looking for Celina. In the midst of it all, he still found time to do this for baby Zach. Their baby wasn't even born yet and it already had the best daddy in the world.

"Damon..." she croaked, tears were brimming in her eyes.

"Do you like it?" he asked cautiously.

"Of course, I like it. It's so lovely!" she said breathlessly. "When'd you do all this?"

"It's been a week in the making now. Ever since Liam asked for more time, I knew capturing Celina isn't gonna be easy. So, the guys and I started flipping this room while everyone was asleep,"

Violet tilted her head to the side and studied his face. His eyes looked so tired. How many hours did he sleep at night in between playroom time, work time, and this? Damon was really giving his 1,000 percent for her. There was nothing he wouldn't do and that melted her heart.

"Are you sure this is okay for you?" he asked again. He knew how much she wanted to be home for baby Zach's birth. Though that may be the case before, Violet didn't care about all that now.

"Okay?" she gaped. "This is wonderful, Damon! You're the best daddy in the whole world!"

"Oh, come on,"

"I'm serious," she said, linking her arms around his neck. "You're a dream come true. An angel sent from above,"

"Geez, I don't know about that," he scoffed and laughed.

"I do,"

Violet held her gaze deeply into Damon's eyes. Damon didn't know what to do, so he just stood there watching her. It was probably the first time in his life that someone called him an angel. It felt funny, but also... it felt kind of nice. "I love you," Violet said again.

"I love y-" and before Damon could finish his words, she stood on her tippy toes and crashed her lips onto his, sealing the words with a kiss.