Cops & Mafia - Ch 10: The Coral Reef Suite ~ Lunch
Story by Eirene Crimsonpelt on SoFurry
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The Cops’ New Toys
A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:
Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)
Part 10: The Coral Reef Suite ~ Lunch
It wasn’t much longer before the car arrived at the resort and pulled into the parking garage. Fredo drove to the owner’s secured spot and parked, then Adriano got out and opened the door for them. After Arsen emerged and held his paw for her, Marci slid from the car, her much smaller and daintier paw engulfed in his large, strong paw. That was one thing about him that she liked - she felt safe with him, like no one could hurt her. Logically, she knew that no one could guarantee that she wouldn’t get hurt, but she did know that if someone did hurt her, Arsen would handle it. Permanently.
As they entered the resort, Marci headed towards the reception desk. “Tell Signore Cisternino that two ‘surprise me’ lunches need to be delivered to the Coral Reef suite, paired with a bottle of blush wine. And then at 8pm tonight, two of his creations for dinner, paired with a bottle of chardonnay. Otherwise, the Coral Reef suite is on a Do Not Disturb notice until late tomorrow morning.”
Arsen would take care of Marci. She was his now, and nothing would ever separate the bond that they were swiftly forming with one another. Once they were safe inside the resort for the moment, and Marci was speaking to the receptionist, the serval reached into his pocket for his car keys, “Fredo, will you get something for me from my car? It’s the black and gold BMW in the lot across the street. I need you to get me the case that’s under the front seat in the compartment there. The first key on the ring is for the car, and second key opens the safe. Just bring me the case that’s inside.”
Fredo nodded and stepped forward to get Arsen’s keys. “Sì, Signore Ra’Arsenio,” he said with respect, before heading out the door and to find Arsen’s car and get the case he requested. Pausing, he stopped and headed back. “Signore, would you mind if I moved your car into the garage next to Signorina Marciana’s?” He waited for permission before heading out to the lot Arsen had parked in the night before.
Meanwhile, Marci had taken care of ordering lunch and dinner to the room, neither of them knowing what the talented chef would come up with for them to go with the wines Marci had chosen for them for the rest of the day. She shifted a little as she waited for Arsen to finish with Fredo so they could head down to the suite, and the plans he had for the rest of their day.
Arsen gave Fredo permission to move his car as well, there was no problem with that, and once the guard had disappeared outside to take care of what he had asked, he turned back to Marci. “Are you ready to go down, my sweet? I just want to wait until Fredo comes back with my case.” he asked and commented, then paused, “I assume that Fredo and Adriano will remain up here while we go down to the suite of course.” He heard his car start up out in the lot and a moment later Fredo was moving it across the street and into the hotel’s private garage. It wasn’t long before the guard had returned carrying the small case from the car. The case was about the dimensions of a tablet in perimeter, but was about 4 inches thick. He took it in his free hand and thanked Fredo for bringing it.
Marci smiled and nodded to Arsen. “I’m nervous, but ready. And yes, the guards stay up here, as they’ll be sharing a room - one on duty while the other catches some sleep, then changing shifts. Even in the relative safety of the resort, they’re on duty.” After Fredo brought Arsen the case he was waiting on, she looked at the two wolf guards. Fredo, as a grey wolf, was slightly bulkier than Adriano, who was a Eurasian wolf, but it was obvious to those who knew the two that Adriano was the one in charge of the two. He looked to Marci and, now, Arsen for his orders, while Fredo tended to look to Adriano.
Marci gave Adriano a nod. “I want no disturbances until late tomorrow morning, if even then. If there are any disturbances, they had better be dire emergencies. And yes, family is a dire emergency, though I doubt they’ll be coming to disturb us. I’ve already let Papai know that we were going to stay here. Do whatever you want until we call for you tomorrow.”
Arsen wished to soothe Marci, but not here and not yet. Once they got to the coral room then things would be ok. He would inject her, let it sit over lunch, and then they could proceed with their afternoon full of fun. He nodded at her words and simply listened while she gave orders to her guards. After that was all taken care of, the two of them departed the reception area to the elevator, and were soon whisked down toward the lower levels and their destination. They once again stepped out into the reef room and Arsen moved to put the case down on a small table, opened it, and examined the two bottles of medicine and the syringe gun.
Once she emerged into the coral reef room, Marci could feel the day’s tension sliding from her, though it was replaced by a new tension. This time, it was more of a sexual tension and anticipation rather than the stress of running three legal businesses and a few illegal ones. She watched as he moved to a table with the case and opened it, then walked over, her heels clicking on the floor beneath her paws. She paused slightly behind him, looking at the syringe and swallowing nervously. Needles were not something she was overly fond of, but for him, she was dealing with it.
The two vials were colored brightly, one a red color, the other blue, and looked rather fantastical as they lay there in the case. He pulled out the red vial and held it up to one of the lights, gave it a little shake, and then picked up the syringe gun. He adjusted a dial on the gun, then slipped the vial into the chamber, “I know that you’re nervous about this, so let me explain a bit. This red vial contains a special concoction that will completely remove all traces of waste from your intestines. Basically it cleans you out entirely, by causing the waste to break down and instead be absorbed as liquid. Basically you’ll have to pee later this afternoon, but nothing else.”
He reached up with a free paw and stroked the side of her face, “The blue vial is to dull the pain of penetration, and I assure you that you’re going to want that, at least for the first time. It’s going to hurt when I fuck you up the ass, at least until you get used to the sensations and the way your body reacts.”
Marci listened to him, rubbing her cheek against his paw, finding his touch soothing, even as he spoke about the drugs he was preparing to inject her with. She looked up at him, moving slightly to be more in front of him, her eyes locking on his. “Does this drug work long term? Or is it something you’ll have to give me regularly?”
With her attention focused on him, she wasn’t paying any attention to the needle, and was his best opportunity to give her that drug. Stretching up on her hindpaws, she kissed him, her eyes closing as she slid one paw to his shoulder and trapped the other between them as she’d stepped even closer.
“The cleansing drug that I have here is a week-long version. I can get longer-acting ones from a friend at interpol who is on the drug task-force. The pain drug wears off anywhere from an hour to five hours after the first injection. This depends on the body’s metabolism and the rate at which it ‘uses it up’.” While he spoke to her and she pressed up against him, his lips tangling with hers, he lifted the injection gun to her upper arm and pressed it to her lightly. There was a momentary flash of UV light as it cleansed the area, then a tiny hiss and he was pulling it away. “That one’s done…”
Marci’s eyes flinched as the first injection went into the arm that was trapped between them. But other than that slight tell, it didn't seem as if she had even felt it. “Same arm for the second one? Or the other one?” She knew he needed to get the syringe ready for the next injection, so she was filling in the time with her questions. Plus they were waiting for lunch to arrive and if the pain killing injection only lasted up to five hours, she didn’t want to take it too early.
Arsen pulled back from the kiss long enough to say, “I’ll do the other arm for the second one. But we’ll do that one right after lunch, it only takes a minute or two to start working and that will be right before we begin.” He nuzzled her with his nose and licked along her muzzle, then kissed her again. He had put the injector down on the table and now wrapped both of his arms around her waist, and started stroking her back and groping her bottom at the same time, just warming her up for later.
Marci wrapped both arms around him as he did to her, though her arms were up around his neck as she kissed him back, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the kiss with him. Even in something so simple as a kiss, she surrendered herself totally into his paws and care, knowing that he would never harm her. There might be pain and ‘hurt’ from rough sex, but that would fade. She also knew that if she couldn’t handle something, he’d wait for her to be able to, or they’d find an alternate method, somehow.
She was the only woman that would ever get to experience those luxuries with him, but then she was special. She was going to be his wife, and she was the girl he had chosen out of all the women he had ever met or seen, to be his own. The other women that would have to deal with him… well, they would have an unfortunate time of it. But that was for the future. This was now, and now he had a gorgeous femme in his paws that he wanted to show the true meaning of pleasurable pain. But not yet, not until lunch came and they were ready for it.
Only when the kiss had stretched on for a long while did he finally break it, smiling down at her and reaching up with the paw from her back to stroke her hair and ears. “I love you,” he murmured. “Always.”
She opened her maw to answer him, but before she could get more than “I-” out, there was a knock at the door, and a muffled voice called, “Room Service,” from the other side of the door. It sounded like the otter waiter they had the day before at dinner up in the restaurant. She lifted her paw and lay a finger across his lips, “Hold that thought, tesoro,” she whispered before going to get the door and their food.
She checked before opening the door, then let the otter in with the tray with their lunch. “Remind the chef that dinner should be at 8 pm, not before,” she said as she reached into her purse to tip him. She handed him some bills, then showed him out. She knew it wasn’t time yet for the other shot, since he’d told her after they ate, but the tension was building in her again. She tried to shake it off, but it clung to her as she turned to the food, reaching to uncover it.
His paws trailed across her body as she stepped away, as if lingering, hesitating to be removed from her when she moved toward the doorway. He shifted to slip down onto the side of the bed nearby, to get a sense of its softness and how it felt beneath him. This would be a very comfortable place for her to experience her first penetration from him. While seated, he watched the exchange of money and the tray of food, and then they were once again alone in the suite together.
While one might think of this being the standard hotel room, the term ‘Suite’ really was more appropriate, for the place held a large bedroom area, a full bathroom, a sitting area that was pushed out from the wall at the far end and was 100% glass enclosed for a 360 degree sea view. It really was the lap of luxury.
“Let us eat,” he said with a smile, standing to move toward her. He could see, and sense, the tension in her form, and he reached out a paw to push some of her hair back from her face. “Don’t be nervous, My Darling.”
She leaned into his paw as he brushed her hair back, looking up at him. “I can’t help it, amado (darling - Portuguese). Last night was my first date, my first kiss, and my first experience, even though we didn’t do too much,” she said softly. Her eyes hid nothing from him, as she continued, “I’m not scared. More…. Anxious. And definitely full of anticipation. Almost enough to say ‘Forget lunch’, but I’ll probably need it, won’t I?” She moved the trolley to the table and slid the plates to the settings and then the wine.
“Well, if you wish to wait, we could have our first little session, and then eat while resting, then go at it again,” he said with a wink. “Work up a good appetite.” A purr left his throat and his paw ran down her shoulder and arm, then he dropped it back to his side. “It’s natural to be anticipating, wondering what it will be like, how it will feel, if you will like it or not…”
Marci murred at the caress and reached up to rub her paw on his cheek. “There is definitely all of that, but I think some of the tension is the second injection. I know I probably need it, cause you want it rough. And I want to give you what you want. Gentle can come later.” She leaned towards him, kissing him softly, then grinned. “Besides, our temperamental chef made us a ‘surprise me’ lunch, so we should eat it while it’s either hot and ready or cold and ready. Don’t want it to go bad because we ate it at the wrong time.”
Arsen smiled at her and moved to sit down at the table in his designated spot, “I’ll tell you what. We’ll skip it at first, and if the pain is too much, we’ll pause and I’ll give you the injection. That way you know what it feels like without it and we can see if you can handle it. If not, then the drug takes only a moment or two to start working, and it won’t delay that much.” He was trying to be accommodating. He wouldn’t have given most whores a second thought when it came to this, but she would be his wife soon, she was Marci, and for her he would make adjustments.
She nodded and slid into the other seat, the staff having set it so both seats were next to each other and looking out to the reef itself. “Alright,” she agreed to his idea. “I know you said it could hurt, but is there anything that can help me relax some so it doesn’t hurt as much? And not just the drug. I'm not talking about killing the pain completely, but something to help get me in the mindframe.”
“Lots of lube.” He said with a smile, “We’ll use some warming lube that I have in the case to help you loosen up. Also sometimes a hot shower can relax you. The important thing is that you trust me and can calm yourself down. We’ll take it slow at first and once you get used to it I’ll really give it to you.” He smirked, then kissed her cheek and turned back to his food so that he could see what it was that the chef had prepared for them.
She smiled at him, nodding slightly. “I do trust you, Arsen. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here, talking about this.” She lifted the domes from their plates, revealing their lunches. One dish was peppered shrimp alfredo while the other was pesto chicken florentine. There was an appetizer of bruschetta, and the wine she’d requested. Picking up a piece of the tomato and cheese topped thin toast, she lifted it to his lips and fed him like a lover would.
“I know you do, my sweet,” he said in response to her. “I was meaning that I have read how women are most relaxed when they are with a partner that they trust completely, and if they can’t trust completely then it will not be as good for them,” he said, but smiled. A moment later, he opened his mouth and took a bite as she handed it to him, finding the gesture romantic. “Mnn..” he said as he ate it. “Good… but I expected nothing less.”
She shook her head as she looked up at him. “I don’t really know about that. No experience with anything other than what we did last night and this morning. And I haven’t really spent time reading magazine articles about relationships. I tended to read the business articles for the winery, oil factory and resort, or the insider magazines about fashion houses. I’ve never been a fashion designer type, but I do love fashion, and have been thinking about getting some new talents into a new fashion house and let them have free rein designing things.” She took a bite from the piece of bruschetta she held, both of them eating from the same piece in a symbolic representation of sharing their meals in the future.
“I think it makes sense though, but perhaps not just for women. I mean, males need to trust their mates as well, and love them, to get full pleasure, I believe.” He shrugged and picked up a fork and knife to slice a piece of chicken from the thickest part of the meat. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed it, then took a bite, before extending the rest of the bite in her direction, “I think that a fashion house wouldn’t be a bad investment at all. You don’t have to truly know about fashion design to appreciate it and be the driving force behind a business.”
She nodded and smiled, leaning towards him to take a bite from the chicken from his fork. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, then leaned even closer to kiss him. “I think it would be fun, but it’s even more on my plate as owner. Which is a key reason I didn’t bring it up to Papai. He knows things, though, without being told. He’s very adept at reading the body language of anyfur. I think he read how stressed I was getting and decided that it was time for me to open myself to a partner, but he knew I wouldn’t take on just anyfur as a partner. I needed a partner who would be strong enough to admit he didn’t know everything and be willing to learn the various businesses, and expand on what we have now. That, combined with your attraction to me without actually meeting me, was why Papai chose you to be my husband and partner. He saw that you were strong enough to not let your ego dominate when you don’t know something, and ambitious enough to make plans to expand the family businesses. That you love me already, and that I’m in definite like with you, is just icing on Papai’s cake.”
“Well, it’s at least something to keep in mind for the future,” he said warmly. “A dream that we can think about as the time goes on. It certainly doesn’t have to be something that is shelved permanently.” This marriage wasn’t going to be the death of any dreams for either of them, it was going to be another step that would lead them to bigger and better things in the future. His lips closed with hers and then he proceeded to begin eating a little bit more while she talked about why her father would have chosen and accepted him as her mate, especially with as protective as Giancarlo was about his family. “I only hope that I can live up to all of that,” he said with a chuckle and a wink. “You’re painting me in pretty wonderful terms there.”
She chuckled at his words, then playfully prodded him with a claw. “I think you like me painting you in wonderful terms. It means I’m not upset about the ruse you and Papai pulled on me. Otherwise, all comments would be snarky and rude.” She smirked then gave a shake of her head. “Mamãe didn't raise me to be snarky, but circumstances, with that one fur we talked about, changed that. But I do my best to limit my snarkiness to him alone.”
“There is nothing wrong with having a quick wit, snark and sarcasm. Even being rude. Some people and situations deserve to be swiftly struck down with a sharp tongue, and followed with claws and teeth if necessary.” He took another bite from their food and then offered her another one as well, “I want to be clear about our relationship, Marci. I don’t ask or desire you to be submissive to anyone but me, and of course your parents. If you find it necessary to lash out at someone for something they have done, I will back you up, unless it was not your place and was better left to me to handle.”
Knowing Sal, she would be using her claws if need be, but she would NEVER sully her maw by biting the son of a bitch! She took the bite from him, then listened as she chewed it. Once he was done and the food swallowed, she took a sip of wine and nodded. “For you, as my husband, I will submit, just as I do my parents. And, HAD you expected me to submit to others, I would have fought with you about that. I can’t run the family business, even as your mate and partner, if I’m submissive to others, but I know you know that.” She leaned towards him and gave him a soft, light kiss. “I plan on leaving anything you can handle for you to deal with, tesoro. And that definitely includes the pateta (idiot - Portuguese).”
“I find the prospect of getting to deal with the ‘Pateta’ rather delightful. It will give me great pleasure to show him just what sort of competition he was dealing with, even though even you didn’t know it.” He laughed, “He had years to try and woo you, I stepped from the shadows and managed to steal your heart even before your father told you that you were pledged to me.” He winked, “at least, if I read your body language right yesterday evening.”
It was perhaps the best example of a ‘blitz-romance’ that he had ever even heard of. The two of them had no real right to even think that things were going to work out, if judged by only the time they had known one another. But even in that short time it seemed as though the two were getting along famously and were dedicated to this path for their lives.
Marci blushed, her inner ears turning a light pink as she fought not to duck her head. “There was something about you that sparked my interest yesterday. And I wanted to get to know you better. I’m glad Papai pledged me to you, Arsen.” She lifted her fork with a bite of their food and offered it to him, then took a bite herself. “You know, with as icy as I’ve been called, certain furs, not just the pateta you’ll be dealing with, are going to be surprised by the change in me. Not anyone that matters to us, but there will be enough to question it.”
“Let them think and say what they will. Their opinions don’t matter. All that matters is us, and our future,” Arsen said, taking the bite of food offered by her and then leaning in to kiss her along the lips, his tongue dancing around her muzzle for a moment. His paw had found its way to her thigh and he was stroking her through her pants as well, wishing to keep up the contact and touch between them as much as possible.
Marci murred softly into the kiss, then felt a shiver spearing through her at the touch of his paw to her thigh, the leather the only thing keeping his paw from her fur. She WANTED his paw on her fur, so she lightly placed a finger to his muzzle as she stood and moved from the table, stripping her shirt off and carefully draping it over the back of the couch in the suite. Next to come off were her boots, set to the side of the couch, so neither would trip over them. Then her tight leather pants and skimpy panties came off and were folded and set on the couch before she padded back to the table, her shoulders back and her hair behind her, letting nothing block Arsen’s view of her nude body.
Arsen turned in his seat and folded one leg over the other. His arm draped over the back of the chair he was seated in as he turned to watch her disrobe. The stripping was not designed to be sexual perhaps on Marci’s part, but her natural movements and casual way she removed her clothing made it all that much more sultry. He lifted a paw and took the closest one of hers as she came back to the table. He drew her close to his chair, and leaned in to press his face against the middle of her body, sniffing her fur and feeling it against his, then he licked her skin and looked up her body at her for a moment. His paws trailed over her waist and hips, and up to cup her breasts a moment, before pulling away, “I think that I’m ready to move onto the main course of this afternoon, what do you say, my sweet?”
Marci murred as her free paw lifted and stroked his hair as he nuzzled and licked her belly, making her muscles twitch under his nose and tongue. She looked down at him and, while a little nervous, she smiled and nodded at him. “Yes, Arsen. I wanna know what you have planned for us,” she said as she held his head to her stomach as he looked up and cupped her breasts in his paws.
His eyelids flickered in a wink and he licked his lips, then kissed her belly again and finally eased her back so that he could stand. Being clothed next to a very naked young canine female gave him a sense of power over her. She was quite the sight, all womanly curves and yet teenage innocence. Innocence he was going to partly strip away that very afternoon with a rough session of anal sex. She had no idea what was coming. She soon would though. He leaned over to lift her chin and kissed her, “Very well, my darling. Let’s get you warmed up…” His lips claimed hers and his paws turned her around and pressed her backward until she was pressed against the table and forced to lean backward onto it. “Sit up on the table, spread your legs wide… I’m going to get you turned on before I take you to the bed...if my dick is going to stretch your ass, you need to be horny.”
He knew how to turn her on without touching her, if he thought about it for more than a moment. Her sheath spasmed, clutching at nothing -for the moment-, at his words. The scent of her need rose in the air of the suite, letting him know, with his sensitive nose, that she was horny. Being that she was giving herself to him as his wife in just six weeks, she didn’t hesitate, but pushed up on the table to get her rear up on it, then spread her legs as wide as she could, the evidence of her desire glistening on her mound, the scent stronger with her legs parted than before. She wanted what was hers. And Arsen was hers, just as she was his.
Arsen knew that simply talking to her could get her warmed up for him, but he wanted to make sure that she was needy, horny, that her body was begging for sensations. He wanted her turned on enough that even the pain she would endure would feel like pleasure to her. Already he could smell her scent, the tones of it rising to meet his nostrils as he backed her up against the table, cornering her there and keeping her trapped. Her legs spread and one of his paws dropped to stroke along her thigh, then place a thumb along her slit and streak through the wetness there. His other paw cupped her neck and he kissed her again, deeply. It lasted as long as he felt was necessary, and he breathed out, “I can feel you trembling...you lust for me…” he purred.
A shiver of anticipation raced through her as his paw stroked her inner thigh, slowly working its way to her core. A soft gasp slipped from her, caught by his maw as it descended on hers, his tongue sweeping into tangle and duel with hers. She wanted to hold him, but knew he wanted to do more to get her ready for what he was going to do to her shortly, so, instead of reaching for him, she grabbed the table edges behind her, leaving her body open to his paws, to his touch, to whatever he wanted to do to her. A dazed look was in her eyes again, similar to the one from the night before, as the kiss was broken and she nodded. “Yes, Arsen… I want you…”
He stroked her neck and shoulder with the paw there, letting it roll up and down over her fur. It tangled in her hair after a moment and he breathed hotly along her muzzle and down to her neck, using his tongue to trace a line of heat along her jaw and to her throat. He nuzzled her a moment as his thumb continued to play over her soaking folds, teasing her virgin snatch with pleasures just out of reach, “And I lust for you.” He breathed out a moment later. His pants were straining to hold the expanding form of his shaft as he too was turned on by this foreplay. He finally put his whole paw over her cunt and began to rub, pressing and moving as if to massage, gathering her juices on his paw and smearing them over her lower lips.
He pulled his mouth back from her skin and stared into her eyes, bringing his paw up from her nethers and holding it to her face, “Lick your juices from my fingers, pet…” He murmured, “Then we shall begin…”