The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 62

Dayana Berlusconi

I stand in front of her door, I hold the handle and inhale deeply to open and enter the room, I stay to observe the surroundings and her heavy steps heading towards me make me turn my face towards the place from which they came. Her shirt is unbuttoned and a cigar rests in her mouth. She looks at me with a frown and removes the tobacco from her lips to expel the smoke.

-What are you doing here? "She," she questions.

"You said that after my second month of pregnancy...

" "I know what I said, but I haven't called you," she blurts out. "You should be with your brat," I frown.

"His name is Dylan," he makes a gesture, dismissing it.

"I'm not interested in the slightest, but since you're here I need you to give me a massage," he requests, I sigh and nod.

I will follow Mia's advice to not say no to anything she requests.

He finishes taking off his shirt and lies face down on the couch. He gives me instructions on where to replace lotion and then he asks me to sit on his buttocks.

>>Focus on the shoulders and the middle of the shoulder blades, I put light pressure on those places after applying the lotion that is cold and with a strong mint smell, he sighs-. Well, don't stop.

I massage his shoulders, and silence reigns in the room after several minutes. His breathing is slow and I have the suspicion that he has fallen asleep, I climb down from his buttocks and look at his face checking my theory, I sigh, I have no idea what to do. "Sergey," I call until he opens his brown eyes, sighs, and sits up.

-And now what do you want?

-Can I leave? -She questioned.

"You should have done it when I was asleep," he denies. "Now, follow me," he walks to the bathroom and finishes undressing, turning to look at me. Look, Dayana, I'm not going to touch you, I'm not a man who rapes women, but when I ask you to come and let me f**k you, you must comply, since you know what will happen next if you don't do your part," he announces, he approaches me and He passes his hand around my waist to press me against his body. "Dylan doesn't want to be away from his mother, I guess, and you don't want to lose your son," he whispers.

"That's why I'm here," he nods.

"But you're afraid," he clicks his tongue. "You don't have to be afraid of me...

""You threatened to take my son away from me," I remind him.

"Everyone here has something to lose, but you must do your part and you can keep your creature," he says.

-What do you want? -I question defeated, she smiles and lowers her face to my ear.

"Get naked," she asks, I nervously do what she requests and he moves away from her several centimeters to look over my naked body with her gaze, walks to the tub and enters it. Stand here, and do it with your back to me.

I place myself between his legs and feel his hardness on my lower back. He forces me to lean my back against his chest. He stays like that for a while until I feel his hand rest on my belly. I tense.

"You must be calm," he whispers in my ear, his hand continues lowering until it sneaks into my center, he separates my lips and his thumb rubs my c******s. You know, I don't have much patience with people and I am a man who always takes what he wants, whether by hook or by crook and I really hope Dayana that you are on good terms, he kisses my neck and two fingers penetrate me- "It feels exquisite and imagining my c**k inside your s*x is painful," he murmurs.

I don't respond to anything he says. I want this to end once and for all because her touch is causing my body to react and I don't want that to happen, damn it, I absolutely refuse to get turned on.

>>You resist Dayana, but I know that you will scream for me to f**k you, she bites my shoulder and before she reaches o****m her fingers come out. You can go," she announces, I turn to look at her face where it lacks expression, but I can glimpse a lot of mischief in her eyes. I don't mean to say anything and I get out of the water, she took a towel and I picked up her clothes. "Leave the panties," she orders and I do it to get out of that place, I walk to the room and I get scared because Dylan is not there, but I remember that Mía has him.

Sergey is a bastard, I put on my pajamas and leave the room to look for my son, I don't feel well and as strange as it may seem I'm frustrated, that man gets on my nerves with the way he behaves.

"Mine," I call and he comes out, he watches me.

-Are you OK? -I nod, I don't want to give too many details.

"I came for Dylan," we went into her room and there was her husband cuddling my son, that man who took me to the jeep on the day of the auction.

"They are good friends," Mía comments. He looks at me and his smile fades. He picks up Dylan, walks up to me and hands him to me, but it doesn't go unnoticed that he seems to be watching to see if I have anything different. -Thank you for taking care of him.

-You can always bring it.

I thank you again and go to the room, lie down with my little one and breastfeed him, sigh.

-Dylan, you are everything to me and I will do everything to keep you with me, I know Donovan would do the same.

Sergey Ivanov

I smell his panties while I masturbate, I never thought I would do something like this, but touching his p***y and feeling the softness of it has excited me too much, I don't know how much longer I'll be able to continue with this game.

I bite my lower lip at the moment my semen comes out, I gasp and rest my head on the edge of the bathtub, Dayana I hope it's worth the wait, since I'm not a man who gives up so easily. The look on her face when she called her son a brat was epic and I know perfectly well what the boy's name is and I even hired a private investigator to replace out about that woman's life. For now the only information is that her last name is Berlusconi.

The investigator told me that he has a lot of information, but that he must put together a report before sending it to me, I hope that soon it will be in my hands to know more about it.

After several minutes of thinking nonsense, I get out of the bathtub, walk to a towel and wrap myself in it, walk to the closet and put the panties in a drawer along with others that I usually keep. I choose a black suit, I get dressed and put on perfume, I'm not one to stay at home all night and therefore I'll go to one of the clubs we have, I'll drink and then I'll f**k until the next day, but there's the point where my father turns on and wants to grab me by the balls like right now.

"I don't understand your obsession with going out, Sergey," he chides. I'm tired of telling you that it's dangerous for me to expose you so much in that club, I don't like the idea," I sigh.

"I need to relax, drink, f**k...

" "I bought you a woman to f**k and you have a liquor store in your room," I avoid rolling my eyes.

"I don't want that woman just to f**k," his eyebrows arch.

-What are you saying? -She questions.

-He will sooner or later become your daughter-in-law, and that child your grandson, -she pointed out.

-That is unacceptable, Sergey.

I can see that he clearly dislikes the idea and that's something I don't care about.

"It's unacceptable to you, but you know my opinion regarding what you want for me," he murmured.

-And Nikita Volkok?

-She's just another bitch in this world.

I don't know what they see in that woman, since she usually sleeps with a man to create a bond and agreements for her father. I care little what others do with their bodies and if that is her way of being happy it is her problem that does not concern me at all, and it is obvious that I f****d her on our first meeting and I had no idea that she was doing that with all the men I knew at the club, but that's a case I don't want to remember.

-How can you refer to her that way?

"Oh father, don't make you a saint of devotion, since your p***s got into that v****a," he pointed out. And don't take up any more of my time-I take several more steps.

-Sergey! -Dayana's voice calling me makes me turn to look at her, her face shows a lot of concern and as strange as it may seem, I worry. -What's going on?

"It's Dylan, he has a fever, I don't know what to do," the poor woman looks on the verge of crying while the child in her arms begins to cry. -Why didn't you go with Mia? -She questioned.

"She doesn't know what to do, she's not a pediatrician," he murmurs.

"I'll ask them to bring one," I walk up to her and touch the little one, and she's right, it's on fire. Let's go to my room-we walk there together.

It doesn't take long for the pediatrician to get home, he checks the child and leaves some prescriptions, it seems that he has a small cold and with those medications he will soon get better.

"You shouldn't worry, Mr. Ivanov, since his son will be better in a couple of weeks," I nod, I don't feel like correcting him.

"You'll get paid on the way out and remember, he was never here," I point out deadpan.

"Yes sir," he leaves, leaving us alone.

I watch Dayana breastfeed her little one.

"Thank you for the help," she looks at me and I make a gesture with my hand to downplay her importance.

-I wasn't going to let the brat die on you, it's the only thing you have left and what keeps you susceptible.

"You don't have to be that way," he blurts out. "A nothing would have been enough," her face showing total disgust, she stands up carrying Dylan.

-Where are you going? -I question.

"I'm going to my room," I deny.

"Stay, Dylan seems to enjoy my bed," I point out since he's asleep.

-And where will you sleep?

"It's something you shouldn't worry about, I won't be back until tomorrow," I blurt out. "Rest, Dayana," I leave there and then the house. "To the club and let them keep what they already know for me," he announced. -As you order, sir.

(...)

I inhale a streak of the white powder and it's the best I've ever tasted in my damn life, I gasp as the woman sucks rather devotedly on my glans. There is nothing more pleasurable than f*****g while enjoying a good coke.

I grab my hand in her hair and make her swallow it whole for several seconds and then laugh at the sight of her teary eyes, I run my thumb over her swollen lip and then I bring it up to her neck, holding it. this and I make strength. -Do you like it? -Moan, there is no woman more masochistic than this and that is why I love coming to this club, she is extremely excited to be spanked and then f****d.

"Master," I loosen my grip. I've behaved very badly," I caress her cheek.

"Look for my riding crop," I order, he gets up and takes it out of a drawer to bring it to me. Position yourself on all fours on the bed, like a dog, obey my orders and raise your buttocks, letting me see the anal pearl that I have placed.

When I bought this woman I paid a lot because she was a virgin and I was barely twenty years old. It was also the first auction in which I participated, that same night of the purchase I stole her virtue with some friends, I cried and thought she would end up dying, I got bored of her and sent her to a brothel where she completely broke down, becoming what she is now..

There is nothing left of that young girl with an innocent soul, she is a different being and proves all the theories that sooner or later humans have to adapt to the changes that life usually gives them, I don't care that she is a submissive and neither do the good ones. profits you generate every night.

"Master," she calls me.

"Be patient," she chides, walking to the bed and watching her p***y drip from it is wonderful, she sighs.

I smash the crop hard against her buttock and she whimpers from it, I don't stop until they are both completely red and the last thing I do is look for a dildo. I torture her s*x and she is not going to cum until she allows it, she cries from the pleasure and her desire to do it. "Please, master," she sobs.

"Cum," she does with a moan while she continues on all fours, her s*x runs from her thighs, I remove the anal bead and my desire to f**k her in that place disappears, since her wet s*x is my center of attention right now..

That night I f**k her several times, there is no kiss or caress, she receives me and begs for more from her master, she fascinates me and we end up totally exhausted, she picks up her clothes and leaves, I stay face down and fall asleep thinking about Dayana. She is the woman I want to tame and who sooner or later will beg for me to take her, and that day without a doubt I will be the happiest man of all.