Sexting the Don: An Age Gap, Mafia Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

I can still feel the softness of her skin under my fingers, her back arching, her moans filling the air, urging me to explore further. I think about the way her tight walls gripped my cock, the way she quivered as I made her come again and again.

And her taste … goddamn. The whiskey I’m sipping is two-thousand dollars a bottle, but it’s swill compared to how sweet her pussy tasted.

I’m hard as hell again, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.

And I always get what I want.

As the whiskey warms my insides, my thoughts drift to darker, more thrilling territories—my more adventurous tastes.

I picture introducing Mandy to a world she’s never known, one of ropes and restraints, dominance and submission. I imagine her initial surprise, maybe a hint of hesitation, quickly replaced by a spark of curiosity and a burgeoning desire to dive into these new depths of pleasure with me.

Memory melds into fantasy.

I can see her, elegantly bound, her body a beautiful gift for me to unveil, her trust in me complete as I guide her through the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain, teaching her the exquisite balance between the two.

Another sip of whiskey and the smoky flavor deepen my dark fantasies.

I imagine her bound before me, completely at my mercy. I’d make her come over and over, make her beg for more.

I know that bringing Mandy into this world of heightened sensations and control requires patience and careful handling. Trust and mutual understanding are crucial in these games, and I’m prepared to take the time to build that with her, to introduce her slowly to the ropes, both literally and figuratively.

I set down my glass, my mind made up.

I’ll begin leading her down this thrilling new path, eager to discover how far she’ll go with me. The anticipation of it all—the teaching, the touching, the absolute control—is as intoxicating as the whiskey itself.

A sharp knock on the office door pulls me out of my reverie. I scowl, irritation taking over as I remember where I am. It’s a stark reminder not to get too lost in my thoughts, no matter how enticing they are.

‘Come in,’ I call out, my voice gruff with annoyance.

The door opens, and Ryan, my assistant, steps in.

‘Apologies for the interruption, Mr. Martelli,’ he says, his tone crisp but respectful. ‘You have a visitor. Sean Culpepper.’

I smirk. “Send him in, Ryan.”

Ryan nods and disappears through the door.

Moments later, Sean Culpepper steps into my office. Sean is a sturdy man in his mid-fifties with graying hair slicked back and a presence that demands attention.

He’s been in charge of the gambling enterprises a decade longer than I’ve been boss. I trust this man, who worked for my father, more than most.

“Sean,” I greet him, standing up from my desk. “What brings you here?”

Sean closes the door behind him and approaches the desk, his face set in a serious expression. “Got some news about the Venice Beach gambling rings,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Figured you’d want to hear it in person.”

I gesture to a chair. “Have a seat.”

Sean sits down, his movements deliberate and steady. “We’ve had a couple of new players trying to muscle in on our territory. Nothing we can’t handle, but it’s escalating. I wanted to get your take on how to proceed.”

I lean back in my chair, my mind shifting from fantasies of Mandy to the gritty reality of our business. “Tell me everything,” I say, my tone commanding.

Sean nods. “We’ve identified a few key individuals, small-time operators who think they can carve out a piece of our pie. They’ve been moving in on our gambling dens, trying to lure our clients with better odds and flashy promotions. It’s nothing we can’t squash, but they’re getting bolder.”

I listen carefully, my mind already formulating a plan. “Names?”

“David Cortez and Ricky Sanchez. They’ve been running their operations out of a couple of nightclubs downtown. Their main guy, though, is someone new—he goes by the name of Tony Varela. He’s ambitious, and from what we’ve gathered, he’s got some backing from a rival family, possibly the Garadinos.”

I nod, absorbing the information. “All right. Here’s what we do. First, send a message to Cortez and Sanchez. Rough up their operations and make it clear they’re playing a dangerous game. I want them to understand that their little experiment ends now.”

Sean’s eyes gleam with approval. “Got it. And Varela?”

I lean forward, my voice dropping to a lethal level. “Varela needs a personal touch. Arrange a meeting. I’ll handle it myself. We’ll see how ambitious he is when he’s faced with the real consequences of crossing us.”

Sean nods, understanding the gravity of my words. “I’ll set it up. Anything else?”

“Yes,” I say, my tone still icy. “Increase security around our main hubs. I don’t want any surprises. And find out if the Garadinos are really behind this. If they are, we need to be ready to hit back hard.”

A thought occurs to me, one only vaguely related to the matter at hand but one I want to know about, nonetheless.

I gesture toward the bar, and Sean nods.

“What’s the latest on Jimmy Charles?” I ask, stepping over to the bar to make his drink.

Sean chuckles darkly. “That lowlife piece of work? Why are you asking about a small fry like him?”

“I have my reasons.” I hand him his drink.

He shrugs. “He’s a shithead, through and through. The worst part of my job is dealing with guys like that. And the best part of yours is not having to.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “Anyway, funny you should ask. He paid off a bit of what he owes today. Not nearly enough, but it’s something.”

I smirk, finding the irony almost too perfect. It’s almost certainly the money I gave Mandy this morning.

“Guess he found some generosity somewhere.”

Sean shakes his head. “Jimmy’s always been a slippery one. He always manages to get himself in deeper. If you ask me, he’s not cut out for our world. There’s not a chance I’d ever convince him of that, though. Guys like him, they’ll bang their heads against the wall until they lose every last marble they got.” He takes another sip. “Anyway, he still owes me big.”

“Which means he owes me,” I add, my tone firm. “He doesn’t get to play games with my money.”

Sean nods in agreement. “His payment today barely touched the principal. Oh, and another thing, he’s been working for the Garadinos. They’re the ones feeding his habits, keeping him in debt.”

I narrow my eyes. “Seems like all my problems lead back to them these days. Are there still rumors about them moving in on our turf?”

Sean sighs, rubbing his chin. “Yeah, the whispers haven’t died down. They’re getting bolder, boss. We need to keep an eye on them, especially if they’re behind Varela.”

I nod slowly, my mind racing through the implications. “We need to figure out what the Garadinos are planning and cut it off before it becomes a real problem.”

Sean’s eyes meet mine, a silent understanding passing between us.

“I’ll get my guys on it,” he says. “We’ll know their next move before they make it.”

“Anything else you learned about Jimmy?” I ask, the edge in my voice sharp.

Sean leans back, crossing his arms. “He’s a total lowlife, like I said. But I like to know about the guys who are in deep with me. The house is mortgaged to the hilt. They might lose it soon.”

I nod. “Not surprising.”

“His wife’s working multiple jobs, trying to keep them afloat,” Sean continues. “He treats her like shit. Same with the daughter.”

I grit my teeth, the anger bubbling up.

Sean shakes his head, his disgust evident. “It’s a wonder they’ve held on this long. But they’re running out of time. And options.”

“So, he’s desperate,” I muse. “Desperation makes people reckless. Dangerous.”

Sean nods. “Especially someone like Jimmy. He’s already a liability, and now he’s got nothing left to lose.”

“And the Garadinos are exploiting that,” I say, my mind working through the angles. “They see an opportunity.”

“They do,” Sean agrees. “And if they push him too far, he might do something stupid. More stupid than usual.”

“We need to use this. If Jimmy’s that far gone, he can be useful. But we need to control the situation.”

Sean’s eyes meet mine, a silent agreement. “We’ll keep him on a short leash. And we’ll find out exactly what the Garadinos are planning.”

“Good,” I say, a cold smile forming. “Let’s remind everyone who really controls this city.”

Sean smirks, leaning back in his chair. “I got to say, Jimmy’s got a hot daughter. She might be fun for a round.”

My first impulse is to tell him to shut the fuck up and stay away from her, but I control myself. There’s a bigger picture to consider.

“She may prove useful,” I say evenly, masking my irritation. “Especially in dealing with the Garadinos and their little flunky, Jimmy. But she’s off-limits. I’ll be the one to handle her, understood?”

Sean raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push it. “Got it. Just saying, she could be a distraction we could use.”

“I know exactly how to use her,” I reply, my tone hard. “And it won’t involve you.”

Sean nods, understanding the finality in my voice. “All right, boss. Just let me know what you need.”

“I will,” I say, standing up. “For now, focus on keeping Jimmy in line and finding out what the Garadinos are planning. We can’t afford any surprises.”

Sean stands as well, his expression hard. “I’ll get right on it. We’ll keep things tight.”

“Good,” I reply, watching him leave. As the door closes, I let my mind wander back to Mandy. She’ll be useful, all right, but in ways Sean can’t even imagine.

I refresh my drink, letting the warmth of the whiskey slide down my throat as I imagine sultry images of Mandy. Her body is a vision I can’t shake. I think about her luscious ass and perfect breasts, the way her long, brown hair splayed around her face as I made love to her.

Her innocence … God, it was a turn-on. I can’t believe she was a virgin. The way she responded to my touch, the way she gave herself to me so completely—it was intoxicating. I want to have her again, to claim her over and over.

I swirl the whiskey in my glass, staring out over the city. The lights twinkle below, a constant reminder of the power and control I hold. But right now, all I can think about is Mandy and the way she made me feel. Her vulnerability, her purity, mixed with the passion she showed, was unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

The night stretches ahead, filled with possibilities. I take another sip of whiskey, savoring the burn.

I’ll have her again. And this time, there’ll be no holding back.