Proserpina

I stood where I was, smiling benignly at my husband, the Mafia Don who looked amazed and furious alternately at having his terse command so blatantly ignored.

Moving my hand to my peasant blouse, I slowly undid the top buttons, revealing the tops of my plump breasts.

‘No,’ I breathed,’ I think I do not want to. That sounds like it is going to be a little…ummm…uncomfortable.’

And I gave him a big smile, unable to throw my head back and laugh as I saw the growing incredulity on his face.

He roared,

‘I SAID GET THE F*CK OVER HERE, WOMAN!”

Shaking my head, I slowly undid another button,...