She needs him though. For her plan to work, every detail must be followed to a T. That includes setting Sonny up as her alibi and fellow suspect. Antonia tries to convince herself it's not such a horrid thing to do. She will be his alibi as much as he will be hers. Morgan is a professional, there will be no loose ends. Sure, the press will be all over it and Sonny will have to answer some questions, but it's not like she is framing him for the crime. Her eyes light up when he answers the door wearing her gift. The deep red and electric blue Chinese print ensemble shows off his every asset. He extends his hand to her, pulling her inside. "Hello Querida, you are late."

She looks down at her gold Gucci watch and smiles. "It's only seven-thirty."

"I told you dinner would be ready at six-thirty." He reminds her as he plucks the wine bottle from her hands, admiring the brand and years before setting it on the table. Turning his attention back to her, he takes in the red business suit that drapes over her petite frame. The tight red silk pants hang perfectly over her long legs and flatter her perfect backside. The silky black camisole is barely shown, hidden by the perfectly tailored red blazer. "It's rude not to call when you know you'll be late. Luckily I held off on the final preparations of the risotto or the seafood would have been tough Have you ever had over cooked sea food?" Sonny shudders. "No flavor at all."

"I told you for this to work, you'll have to understand that  I will see you when time permits." Antonia says softly as he smiles at her. Not just any smile, but a slow feral smile of a lion about to attack the zebra. "I do appreciate the trouble you went through for dinner though. I've always loved Risotto."

"I understand that perfectly, Antonia. However, I don't think my expecting a phone call when you are going to be this late is to much to ask." His words are slow, his gaze tantalizing. "I like my gift, thank you."

"No, thank you for wearing it. You look just as I imagined." She takes a step towards him, but he shakes his head.

"Not yet, dinner has been waiting on you. You are overdressed." He comments. "Take off the blazer."

She unbuttons the three pearl buttons that hold it in place and slips if off her shoulders, laying it over the side of the couch as his brown eyes bore into her mocha colored flesh. "Very nice. Remove the pants."

"Sonny." She whispers as he raises an eyebrow. She takes a deep breath as she unzips her pants, allowing to pool at her feet. She steps out of them, leaving her standing in the middle of the room wearing only the short black camisole, black silk bikini panties, her black stockings and two inch high black heels.

He quickly strides across the room, upon reaching her, he slowly moves so that he stands behind her. Noticing the marks on her neck, he brushes his lips over them softly as his hand glides up the length of her body. "He hurt you." He whispers painfully, his arm grabbing her wound the waist, he pulls her close, as he uses his free hand to take down the elegant hair pins that hold her hair up. The raven mass falls softly over her shoulders as she trembles in his arms.

"I'm okay, Sonny." She murmurs as she feels his lips slowly trail down her back as he sinks to his knees behind her as slowly runs his hands over her soft, tan legs. Never before has she felt so completely possessed by a man. His tongue snakes out and laps at her creamy inner thighs. His kiss soft and tender. "I'm sorry I didn't call." She mumbles as she feels his fingers grab the waist of her panties and slowly tug them down. He does this so slowly, that she has to fight the urge to not beg him to just take her.

"Why are you sorry?" He whispers as he eases his mouth up to her glistening sex, his hot breath dances over her aroused pussy.

"Because it was inconsiderate not to.." Her words trail off when his tongue makes contact with her clit. She shudders as she allows a moan to escape from her lips.

Pulling back from her sex, he scolds softly. "Continue with your apology."

"It was inconsiderate not to call." She repeats as once again he laps at her sensitive pussy. He is relentless as he laps at her hungrily, his rough tongue sliding up and down over her clit. Just as she is about to climax, he pull away, nipping gently as her thighs with his teeth. "SONNY!" She screams as he chuckles.

"No, no, Querida. You kept me waiting for an hour, you must make amends for that. We will continue this after your dinner. The mixed antipasto is already and the Risotto isn't far behind." He checks his watch. "So far, you have made amends for five minutes, only fifty-five more to go."

"This isn't fair." She pouts, totally caught up in his seduction.

"I know." He replies with a smile as he enters the kitchen. He returns with the appetizer and then pours fine white wine. "Nice selection, Barberani: Castagnolo and Pulicchio's Orvieto is a perfect selection for our dinner and one of my favorites. Stop pouting, every action has a reaction, Antonia."

"Are you angry with me, Michael?" She asks softly as his head snaps up at the use of his given name. He slowly feeds her a bit of the appetizer before stating.

"My name is Sonny, we've been over this." He reminds her as he pulls out her chair and then eases her up to the table.

"You insist on calling me, Antonia. It only seems fair." She retorts, sipping her wine.

"Okay, Toni, No I'm not angry with you. I do know when I'm being toyed with though. You intentionally kept me waiting on you. I think it excited you knowing I would be here ready and waiting for you at six-thirty, wearing the present you sent me." The timer goes off for the main course as he rises to his feet and goes to retrieve to plates of the dinner. "I give as good as I get, Sweetheart. It will excite me to bring you to her the brink of orgasm over and over again for an hour, watching as your resolve breaks down. How long before you beg me to take you, Querida?" He takes a bite of his dinner as she squirms in her chair.

"What if I don't want to wait?" She asks slowly, her hand creeping up his thigh. "I want you now."

"You'll want me more in an hour. Eat up, I picked up some Chocolate chunk and apricot Cannoli's when I stopped by the bakery for the bread. They are irresistible with espresso and you're going to need your strength." He flashes her a hundred watt grin as he delves into his dinner.

Once dinner is over and the table has been cleared, he leans against the doorway of the kitchen. "Do you want to do this here or upstairs?"

"Upstairs." She answers quickly as he pulls out her chair, resting his hand on the small of her back, he ushers her up the stairs. When she reaches his bedroom, she gasps, he knew she would say upstairs and has completely filled it with red roses, going as far as to sprinkle petals on the black satin sheets. White candles are placed on every surface in the room and sitting by the bed is the basket of goodies from Deception that she sent over. He smiles into the curve of her neck as she asks. "You did this?"

"Who else?  I'm excellent with set ups. Take off the remainder of your clothes and lay up on the bed." He instructs as he removes the short silk robe, leaving him clad only in the silk boxers. His eyes dance with excitement as she peels off the stockings and camisole. Laying back on the bed, she waits with baited breath as he selects a bottle of massage oil from the basket. She groans inwardly when she realizes it's the oil that heats the skin when blown on. He's going to torture her. "Do you want to be restrained?" He asks as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs from the night stand. "We're talking fifty-five minutes of pure pleasure with no way in hell of you being allowed to reach climax, can you resist touching yourself?"

"Restrain me." She pleads as he chuckles. "Do you play this game often?" She asks as she feels her hands cuffed to the head board above her head.

"No, you're the first." He answers honestly. "I can stop if you want." He offers, his eyes boring into her as he takes in the vision of her vulnerable sexuality.

"No, I like it." She whispers. He sees right through me, she thinks to herself as he pours the oil over her breasts. He knows what I want a nd what I need. How is this possible? His fingers work the vanilla scented oil into her soft, fleshy peaks until they glisten admist the candle light. He plucks a rose from the near by vase and slow runs it over her cheek, then her neck, her arms and finally over her aching breasts. He blows on her nipples, sending a heated shock through her as she arches her back and struggles against the restraints. He brushes soft kisses over her ample breasts, blowing on the flesh every few seconds to make her squirm.

"Please." She whispers as she traces her full red lips with his finger tip. He practically jumps, when she captures his finger in her mouth and begins to suckle on it like a mini cock.'

He tweaks her nipple sharply as she bites down on his finger. Closing his eyes as she draws in a breath, before exhaling the warm air over her hard, berry colored nipples. She relinquishes his finger to give into a scream. "Please! I'm sorry I kept you waiting." She whispers as he takes the oil and works it over her inner thighs. She bucks at him, in protest, earning her a sharp slap to her right thigh.

"Be good." He scolds as she whimpers. Dipping  his finger into her wet mound, he rubs the oil over her clit as she cries out his name.

"Sonny! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart?" He taunts as he begins to completely oil her sex.

"Please make love to me. I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

Positioning himself between her thighs, he asks softly. "Are you?" Before blowing on her sensitive pussy. She arches her back, trying desperately to get away from the wonderfully erotic attention he is giving her. Parting her lips, he blows three soft breaths on her clit as she thrusts her hips at him, desperate for him to aid her growing ache. Her entire body is on fire and he is intent on keeping her this way. Damn him, why did she buy that basket?

"Yes, I'm sorry. Please make love to me." She begs as a finger slips into her sex, slowly pumping in and out of her, offering her minimum relief.

"Only thirty-five minutes to go." He informs her after checking his watch. He hears her breathing become ragged as he slowly bring her to the edge of release once again, just before pulling back, leaving her writhing and screaming on the bed. When she curses at him, in English, Spanish and Italian, he clicks his tongue. "Such language, little girl."

"I want you!" She begs. "Please." When he merely grins at her, she curses again. "Fuck you! You're a twisted bastard." She feels him slowly rolls her over as he scolds.

"I warned you about that mouth." His hand descends down on her shapely buttocks, his slaps are firm, but more sexual than painful. When she moans in appreciation and wiggles her bottom to encourage him along, he increases his speed, covering her beautiful ass with tender swats. He stops suddenly as she groans.

"More." She whispers, before cringing as she feels the oil being worked over her quivering globes. He offers her a deep massage, his fingers dancing over her skin. When he stops, he slowly pushes her up so that she is on her knees and says appreciatively.

"You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, Querida." He rubs each cheek gently before giving a firm swat to both. She moans as he the smacks with gentle blows of air. Every nerve has been awakened in her body as she feels him rub, smack and blow over and over again until she becomes lost in the process. A small animalistic growl escapes from her throat as she shakes her hair from side to side.

He checks his watch and smiles. Five minutes left to go. He reaching up after he grabs the key, he uncuffs her, before instructing. "Hold on to the headboard."

She immediately does as asked as she feels him rise from the bed and select something else from the basket. The cooling lotion he works over all over her body provides her with instant relief from the effects of the hot oil. Her senses slowly return to normal, only to feel him position himself behind her, having lost the boxers, the head of his rock, hard cock slowly eases it's way into her hot, wet sex. When he grabs on her hair with one hand and rubs at her clit with the other, she pushes herself back, easily taking him deep into her. His long, pulsating organ nestles between her silk lined walls as he begins to pump slowly and deeply in and out of her. Whenever she tries to change the pace, he gives her dark mane a tug and pinches at her little pleasure nub between her legs, sending a shock wave straight up her spine. Never before as she had a lover so intuned to her every move. It's as if they have become one. He continues the slow, hard pounding into her sex, delighting in the sound of his name escaping from her lips as she quivers from her first mind blowing orgasm. He pulls out as she screams her protest. "Sonny!"

"Shh, I need to slip on a condom, baby." He whispers as he looks into the drawer, he selects one and rips open the package, taking little time to slip it on. He lays back on the bed and pulls her on top of him. "Finish it, you earned it."

She straddles him, taking him deep within her as she bops up and down on his thick shaft. Reaching on to the table, she picks up a candle. "Do you trust me?" She asks in a low, sexy whisper.

He hesitates for a moment, but the complete bliss he feels with her wriggling her hips from side to side as she bounces on his prick takes over. "Go ahead." He bucks into her as he arches his back when the hot wax slowly drips on to his tanned, bare chest. He growls as he feels her blow softly over the wax as it quickly hardens. Again, she drips the white, hot wax over his chest as he calls out her name. "Toni!" She trails kisses over his chest, her silky dark hair soothing his hot flesh as she continues to ride him slow and hard, clenching her soft walls around his cock, to make the friction even tighter. She closes her eyes and pours it over her breasts and torso, a low groan catches in her throat as he immediately kisses away the electrifying sensation. Her second orgasm comes quickly as she feels him climax with her. She stays on top of him, easing herself down so that she is nestled against his chest. He rolls out from under her after a few minutes and quickly cleans himself up. Returning to bed, he takes her by the hand and helps her up. "Let's take a shower." He whispers as he leads her into his spacious bathroom.