The Auditor and the Mafia King

Chapter 8

Antonio’s POV

“Boss, I followed Charlotte after she left yesterday and other than her stroll last night she was in her apartment all day. I got played by her though, she shook me for an easy $50,” Valentino reported.

“And how exactly did that happen?” I asked.

“Well, I decided to follow her into a bar she stopped in and she was going to shoot a round of pool by herself. I couldn’t let that happen; pool should never be played alone. So, I offered to play her for a friendly bet of a round of drinks. I won quite easily. She then told me she wanted to play again but this time for a small bet, $50. She won in two shots.” I laugh as Valentino recounts his evening.

“It seems like the auditor has more to her than meets the eye. I wonder what other things she is hiding up her sleeve,” I muse. I don’t know what it is about that woman, but I can’t shake the thought of her out of my head. I have slept with so many women and had a short marriage a long time ago and nobody has ever had a hold over me like this. In my line of work this is dangerous. I need to just f**k her and get her out of my head for good. Too bad I will be spending time with her for the next several months. Unless we can come to an agreement on the audit that is. I’m sure I can convince her to make the audit go faster and cleaner. I wonder what makes her tick enough to persuade her.

I pick up my phone and dial Luca. “Luca, have you finished looking into Charlotte’s background?”

“Not yet boss. We are having some trouble accessing her information, possibly due to the fact she is a government employee. Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have everything I need. As soon as I get the information you will be the first to know,” Luca responds.

I look at the clock and realize I need to get going. We have a tour of my three other New York clubs today and I’d like to get this over with quickly. I decide to take my black Ferrari today, I need some adrenaline and I know speeding in this car can give me that fix.

Pulling up to the SoHo club I can see that Charlotte is already there. “Good morning Charlotte, is it okay that I call you that instead of Ms. Smith all the time?”

“That’s fine Mr. Moretti.”

“Please call me Antonio,” I tell her. “If we are going to be dealing with business for the next several months I would rather be referred to as Antonio.” Charlotte nods her head and we walk into the club.

This club is almost identical to the first club in the Upper East Side. The difference here is there are only three floors. The third floor is just for the staff offices and locker rooms. Taking photos of the inventory on the first floor Charlotte quickly moves to the second floor. The same rooms exist here as well and Charlotte documents this down.

“The third floor does not contain any inventory, they are just staff offices and employee locker rooms,” I let Charlotte know. “You can take your inventory photos and we can be on our way to the next club.” I notice a slight blush to Charlotte after she leaves the dungeon room but don’t say anything. I feel like I may have pushed her a little too far yesterday.

“This is all I need Antonio; please lead the way and I will follow you to the next location.”

I get in my Ferrari, and she gets in her economy sedan. I won’t be able to fly like I want to now that she is on my tail. We head to the next club in Central Park South and after Charlotte gets the photos of inventory, she needs we move on to the last New York location in Scarsdale.

As we pull up to the Scarsdale club, I am reminded of just how prestigious this building looks. We couldn’t put a club in Scarsdale that looked like one in New York City. This city is one of the most affluent and they like to hide their dirty little secrets behind a wall of wealth. The building here looks like an upscale country club. A beautiful older brick building that is four stories high with a long u-shaped driveway set behind wrought iron fencing. Well-manicured lawns and a fountain adorn the landscape. You’d never think that s*x dungeons exist beyond the door but the demand here is higher than any other club I own. This club has more private rooms than the rest of my properties and they were put to good use all of the time.

“Shall we?” I ask Charlotte as she steps out of her car. The valet takes her keys and mine and we continue into the building.

“This is a beautiful property, Antonio. You would never think that behind these walls such a business exists,” Charlotte tells me.

“Let’s get this last tour over with, it is close to the end of my business day, and I’d rather not drive out here again.”

We head into the building, and I can tell she is in awe. This building is classier than the others and has been decorated to fit the tastes of the ultra-wealthy. There are numerous chandeliers, the main floor is adorned with high end furniture and the bar is sleek and modern. The bar lights are gold and produce a lower light ambiance. The countertop is a black and gold flecked granite. There are golden curtains backing the DJ platform. The walls are dark red with gold and black accents and the dance floor is black with gold and red sparkles that reflect the light from the chandeliers above. The bar itself has only the most expensive liquor stocked. There is no beer on tap here. Behind the bar area is a very large walk-in wine cooler that houses hundreds of thousands of dollars of wine. Charlotte captures all of this in her photos.

We head up to the second floor. This floor contains only VIP and private rooms as well as two offices and a staff changing room. Charlotte notices this and asks with a raised brow, “No dungeons in this prestigious club Antonio?”

I smirk and respond, “You haven’t gotten the full tour yet. Please follow me to the third floor.” We head to the third floor, and I can see the anticipation on Charlotte’s face. “How about we make a bet Charlotte?”

She looks at me with one eyebrow c****d and I can see she is battling herself in accepting the bet or turning me down. “What kind of bet?” she finally asks.

“If you can tell me the correct name of the furniture in one of the dungeon’s I will stop pursuing you until after the audit is completed.”

“And if I can’t?”

“I’ll have you demonstrate one of the pieces of furniture as soon as your shift ends.”

She looks at me for a second and I think she is going to say no when she responds, “I have been doing research Antonio since the first time I saw one of your rooms. I think I will take that bet.” She looks so smug, but she has no idea that these rooms contain more items than any of our other rooms.

“These rooms are all identical other than two of them containing optional viewing windows for certain fetishes. You are more than welcome to look to ensure that they all contain the same furniture before you start naming the items off.” I smugly tell her.

She steps into the first dungeon room, and I notice she presses her thighs together slightly. I can tell she is turned on and I want nothing more than to take her to one of the highest highs she will ever have.

“I trust that you are telling me the truth and will take my photos before naming the furniture,” she says as she starts taking photos. She hurries to the other rooms and does the same thing.

“I know all but three items for sure and could probably guess the other three, but I am not 100% sure if I am correct. I see the St. Andrew’s cross, a bondage table, bondage bench, submission horse, s*x swing, s*x chaise, four poster bed, cage and stockade. I will guess on the rest, and I hope I am correct. I am going to guess this is called an oral s*x chair, this is called a f**k chair, and this is called a f**k bench.”

I get the biggest smile on my face, “you were so close yet didn’t get the last three items correct. The oral s*x chair is actually called a queening chair, but the purpose is what you would think, for one partner to sit on the chair over the hole and the other to pleasure from below. The f**k chair is actually a leg spreader obedience chair with a s*x machine attached. The f**k bench is actually a punishing bench. I will be nice and allow you to choose which piece of furniture you’d like to try out tonight Charlotte. It is now the end of your workday, you are off the clock.”

I watch as her breath increases, and her eyes go dark. I can tell she is extremely turned on. I want to push her just a little bit more, “It will be after your work hours and can be our little secret. There are no witnesses here other than you and me Ms. Smith,” I whisper in her ear. I can see her shiver and squeeze her thighs even tighter.

“I choose the St. Andrew’s cross. From what I read it doesn’t usually involve f*****g. I am not willing to step over certain lines Antonio,” she responds.

“While in this room call me Master. You will only answer when I have spoken to you. I want you to have a safe word, one you can easily remember if needed. Do you understand?” She nods in response. “Words, Charlotte.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” I tell her. “What safe word did you choose?”

“Taxes”

I laugh, “of course you would. If you get to the point where you cannot handle anything else and you want to stop, you yell out ‘taxes’ and we will stop. This will stop everything going forward so make sure you are at the point you physically, emotionally, sexually and mentally cannot handle anything further. I will be testing your soft limits tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

I smile. “You learn quickly. I will be getting some items from the shelves. I want you to be naked and kneeling in front of the cross in less than 60 seconds Charlotte. If you aren’t I will be punishing you.”

I leave to get a few paddles and whips from the shelf along with a vibrator and bring them back to the St. Andrews cross. Charlotte is now naked and kneeling on the floor. What a site to behold. Seeing this beautiful woman who pushes me to my limits kneel before me has my c**k so hard it might break my zipper. I stand in front of Charlotte and notice her eyes go wide at the sight of my hard c**k bulging in my pants. She licks her lips and turns me on even more if that is possible. I can feel the precum leak out of my p***s and want nothing more than to shove it into those juicy red lips but control myself. Tonight is about finding out what this sexy auditor can handle.

“Stand up and face the cross. Put your hands up to the top and spread your legs against the bottom of the X. I will be securing you in place before we begin,” I tell her and notice that her cunt is dripping down her legs. God this woman is going to be the death of me. “We will begin with a soft paddle; you will count and thank me for every swat you receive. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she responds in a breathy moan.

I lift the paddle and bring it down on her soft, round ass. The red mark contrasts against her milky skin and I can’t wait to paint the rest of it dark red.