Dad's Capos Swore to Guard Me, So I Made Them Break Every Oath novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Long Table

On the dining table where eighty relatives ate, Dom kneels and then takes her, slow and exact, while Rafa and Quino sit against the wall with their hands on their knees.

The zipper ran down my back one tooth at a time.

Dom's knuckles followed it, and I felt every inch of them.

He stopped at the base of my spine and left his hand there, flat and warm.

The black dress hung open from my shoulders.

"Not here," I said. "The dining room."

I walked out of the front room barefoot, holding the dress against my chest, and the three of them followed me.

My mother's long mahogany table still held a dozen plates with guava and cheese crumbs on them.

I carried them to the sideboard one stack at a time, because they were hers, and nobody said a word.

Then I turned around and let the dress fall.

I stood in a black bra and black underwear, in the room where eighty people had eaten, and three men looked at me.

Rafa made a sound in his throat.

"Chairs," I said. "Against the wall, Rafa and Quino. Sit."

They sat.

Rafa dropped into one with his bad knee out straight, and Quino took the one that faced the door.

"Hands on your knees," I said. "Both of you. You watch, and you do not touch anything."

"Jefa," Rafa said, and he laughed again, softly, and put his hands where I told him.

Quino put his hands on his knees and did not make a sound.

I turned to Dom.

He stood by the table with his jacket still on, and his face was gray under the chandelier.

"Take that off," I said. "Fold it."

He took off his jacket and laid it over a chair with the lining out, so the creases fell exactly.

He loosened his tie and took it off and folded that as well.

"How did he do it, Dom?" I said. "He couldn't talk by then. How did he swear you?"

Dom's hands stopped on his cuffs.

"He could not say it," he said. "I said it for him. He held on."

My eyes stung.

I had been asleep in my own bed at three in the morning while my father held on to Dom's hand.

"Good," I said, and my voice cracked on it. "I'm glad it was you."

"Valentina, your father," he began.

I put two fingers across his mouth.

"Rule two," I said. "My father stays out of my bed. Nobody says his name in here."

He looked at me over my fingers, and I saw him understand that I was not grieving at him.

I was giving him an order.

"Yes, ma'am," he said against my skin.

I took my hand away and kissed him.

His mouth was dry at first, and tasted of coffee and anisette.

He kissed me slowly and exactly, and the hand on my waist was not steady.

I bit his lower lip, hard enough to make him groan.

"Not slow," I said into his mouth.

His hands came up to my face, and the next kiss was a different kiss.

He opened my mouth with his, and his thumbs held my jaw, and I heard Rafa say a word in Spanish under his breath.

I pushed Dom's shirt open and worked down the buttons.

He had gray hair across his chest, and a long pale scar under his ribs that I had never known about.

I put my mouth on it.

His stomach went tight, and his breath came out of him in pieces.

"Take my bra off," I said.

He reached behind me, and it took him two tries because his fingers shook.

The bra fell between us.

Dom looked at my breasts, and I watched his throat move.

"You are beautiful," he said, so quietly that I almost missed it.

"Then use your mouth."

He bent his head and took my nipple between his lips.

His tongue was patient and hot, and it circled and pressed and circled again, and my knees went soft.

I put my hand in his gray hair and held him there.

Across the room Rafa shifted in his chair, and the wood creaked.

"Don't move, Rafa," I said, without looking.

"Not moving, jefa."

"Quino?"

"No, ma'am," Quino said, and his voice was rough and low.

It was the first word I had heard from him all night.

I pushed Dom's head down my body.

"On your knees," I said. "Now."

He went down on the dining room rug, and he did not hesitate.

He hooked his fingers in the band of my underwear and drew it down my legs, and I stepped out of it.

Then he put his hands on my hips and brought his mouth to me.

His first touch was so slow that I almost cried out.

He opened me with his tongue, flat and warm, and pressed up the whole length of me once.

He stopped at my clit and stayed there, light, and then he began to circle it.

He knew exactly how much to give.

Every time my hips tried to rush him, he slowed down until I stopped, and then he gave me a little more.

"Dom," I said. "Please."

"Say what you want, Valentina."

"Your mouth on my clit. Harder."

He did it.

He sucked, and the room went white at the edges.

I grabbed the back of a chair for balance, and my other hand pulled his hair.

My thighs were shaking, and he put one arm around them to hold me up.

I looked across the room.

Rafa's hands were white on his knees, and his lips were parted.

Quino was looking at my face.

He did not look at anything else, and he did not blink, and I came with his eyes on me.

It hit me long and hard, and I bent over Dom's head and said his name three times.

He did not stop until I pushed him away.

He sat back on his heels with his mouth wet and his shirt hanging open, breathing hard.

"Again," I said. "With your fingers."

Two of them went inside me, thick and slow.

He curled them against the front wall, and I made a noise I had never made in this house.

He kept his mouth on my clit and his fingers on that place, and the second one came faster and went deeper.

I had to hold the chair with both hands.

When I could stand, I pulled him up by the hair.

"On the table," I said. "I'm going to lie down and you're going to fuck me."

I pushed the wineglasses to the end and sat on the mahogany.

It was cold against the backs of my thighs.

I lay back with my knees up, and the chandelier swung a little in the draft.

Dom undid his belt.

He pushed his trousers and his shorts down, and his cock stood out heavy and dark from his body, thicker than I had imagined.

I had imagined it more than once, in secret, at twenty-two, at twenty-five, at the dominoes.

I closed my hand around it.

It was hot and heavy, and it filled my palm, and Dom made a sound I had never heard from him.

I slid my thumb over the head and found it wet.

"Valentina," he said, "if you keep that up, I won't last."

"You'll last," I said. "I haven't told you to stop."

I stroked him once, slowly, base to tip, and watched his jaw lock.

Across the room Rafa whispered a prayer, or a curse.

"Hands flat on the table," I said. "Either side of my head. Nowhere else."

He put his hands down.

He leaned over me, and the head of his cock lay against my clit, and I felt it twitch.

"I haven't," he said. "Since my wife. Eleven years."

"Then don't be slow," I said. "Be sure."

He pushed into me.

It was a long, stretching, perfect pressure, and I locked my heels around the backs of his thighs.

He went in as far as he could go and stopped, shaking over me, with his forehead against mine.

"Move," I said.

He moved.

At first it was slow and exact, one long drag out and one deep push in, each as even as the last.

I felt every ridge of him.

I breathed against his mouth and said, "More," and he gave me more, and the table groaned under us.

"Harder, Dom," I said.

"Valentina, I will hurt you," he said.

"I said harder," I said, and I dug my heels into him.

His hips snapped forward.

The glasses rang on the sideboard, and Rafa said, "Dios mío," in a cracked voice that had no laugh in it.

Dom lost the rhythm he had kept.

His breath was ragged in my ear, and his arms trembled.

He kept his hands flat on the wood because I had told him to.

I reached up and dug my nails into his shoulders.

"Look at me," I said.

He opened his eyes.

They were dark and wet and completely undone, and the exact man was gone from them.

"That's it," I said. "Tell me how it feels."

"I am falling," he said.

"Good. Fall."

I felt it build again, deep and low, with his cock hitting the place his fingers had found.

I tightened around him on purpose, and he swore in Italian and drove into me.

"Dom, I'm going to come."

"Come on me," he said. "Please. Valentina. Come on me."

I came with a cry that shook the table.

My whole body clenched around him, and he groaned and buried his face in my neck.

His hips jerked twice, and then he went rigid and spilled inside me, hot and long, saying my name against my skin.

For a while there was no sound in the room but breathing.

His forehead lay against my collarbone, and his hands were still flat on the table.

I let him stay that way.

Then I put my fingers in his hair and lifted his head.

"You can move them now," I said.

He took his hands off the mahogany and put them on my face.

They were still shaking.

I sat up slowly, naked, with his come running down the inside of my thigh and the table printed into my back.

Dom stepped out of me and stood there with his trousers around his knees and his ring catching the light.

I looked past him at the other two.

Rafa's face was red and wet, and he was grinning and staring at the ceiling at once.

Quino's hands had not left his knees, and the knuckles were pale.

"Good," I said. "That's night one."

Nobody spoke.

"Rafa, tomorrow night. Quino, the night after."

I slid off the table and picked up my dress from the floor.

"Dom sleeps alone," I said.

"Yes, ma'am," Dom said.

I walked to the door, and Rafa laughed once, softly, with his hands still on his knees.

At the door I looked over my shoulder.

Quino was watching me go, and when our eyes met he did not look away.

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