The Music Academy
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Samantha
Wetness woke me from a wonderful dream. I glanced down at my body and found that my dream was
coming true. Dashawn was between my legs having the time of his life, licking away as I slept. My dream
was of him doing just this.
I moaned and widened my legs to give him more room and access to me. I was so d*mn happy. He asked me to be his Old Lady. Cassie, Tawny, Lia and Kiki told me how important this was. I felt honored. I was his
woman, his Old Lady, his wife in the biker world! My body arched as I shuddered and screamed my first orgasm of the morning. I say this because I plan to get another.
He climbed up on me and smiled as he slid into me. We both groaned in pleasure.
“Good morning Sweet Girl,” he grunted as he started to thrust into me. He grabbed my left leg and brought it
high on his hip as he swiveled them, hitting a spot deep inside me that had my breath hitching.
“You like that, baby?”
I nodded and cried out as he hit that spot again and again.
“I need your words, baby. Do you like that?”
“F*ck yes!” I screamed, shattering around him. He chuckled and then went to town on me. He pummeled me and grunted with pleasure. He buried his face in my neck and groaned loudly. I could feel him c*mming, and it triggered a small orgasm that had me clenching around him, and he cursed as he pumped the last of his
seed in me.
“God, Samantha, you destroy me every f*cking time. If it isn’t your p*ssy it’s your mouth. Everything about you is amazing. I love you so f*cking much.”
I still can’t believe this was my life right now. I looked at him and smiled. “I love you too.”
We showered, dressed and had breakfast. Dashawn’s driver looked like he was in the Italian mob. He was
tall, big, bald and wore sunglasses with a black suit on. His name was Vincenzo.
“Is he in the mob?” I whispered to Dashawn. He threw his head back and laughed. In rapid Italian, he told
Vincenzo what I said.
I glared at him and, in Italian, told Vincenzo I only said that because if we were auditioning for a movie, you’d
get the part. He thanked me.
Dashawn looked at me shocked. “I totally forgot you could speak Italian.”
“All the Italian dialects are similar, some words might have different meanings, but I can get the gist of all the
dialects. Don’t forget again that I am multilingual.”
“Yes ma’am,” he teased.
I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my arms. I was slightly miffed he forgot about me being able to
speak Italian. Yes, I know big brat.
“Hey, I’m sorry, Principessa,” he said, grabbing my chin and turning it towards him. I melted of course, no one Has ever called me princess.
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“I know,” I said, taking his hand and biting his pointer finger. He growled low at me and then captured my lips.
“Be good, or I am going to give Vincenzo a show I don’t think you want him to see.”
I felt lust bloom through my body. No, I don’t want to be seen naked by anyone but Dashawn, but the thought
turned me on.
“Don’t even think about it, you’re all mine. No one sees this body but me,” he gritted out.
“So, possessive,” I whispered.
“You have no idea, Sweet Girl. I’d kill anyone that got a look at what is mine.”
“Dashawn!”
“What? You’re used to seeing the sleek CEO billionaire. I’m a biker through and through. I’ve killed people,
Şamantha. Granted, they were bad people, but I have.”
F*ck, why was that such a turn on? My panties were f*cking ruined.
He chuckled as he watched me wiggle in my seat.
We pulled up to a stone house with naked vines behind it for miles.
“This is my vineyard. A little way down is where we store the grapes and make the wine. This house is where
Maria and Marco live. They are the caretakers of the vineyard. It’s their family that works for me and picks
the grapes and makes the wine. I ship all over the world. We are very sought after.”
“What’s your label?” I asked.
“Dally Wine.”
“Wait, you’re Dally Wine? That’s my favorite wine! I don’t drink much, but when I do, I always buy Dally Wine
for special occasions.”
“Well, now you can have a bottle for free anytime you want. The club has cases of it.”
“How did you come up with the name?”
“My first initial and my baby sister, Thalia, we call her Tally. She invested with me when I first got the idea of making wine.”
“That’s awesome. I wish I had siblings.”
“You do now, you have mine,” he said, kissing me on top of the head. I smiled at him.
He took my hand and we walked the fields. The smell of Earth and grapes permeated the air. Dashawn bent
and picked up some dirt. He sniffed it and smiled. I think we’ve had a good harvest this year. I can still smell the grapes in the dirt.
“We did; The yield tripled from the year before.”
“Marco! Hello man, how are you?” Dashawn asked, grabbing the older man who could be anywhere between forty and sixty. He was a very good–looking older man.
“I am well sir. Who is this beauty?” Marco asked, taking my hand and lifting it to his lips. Like before, Dashawn gently took my hand and slowly shook his head when Marco looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow and chuckled.
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“Like that is it?” Marco asked.
“Yes, she is mine,” Dashawn said. “Baby, this is Marco, Marco, this is my woman, Samantha.”
“Well, it’s about time. Maria will be so sorry to have missed meeting her. I’ll need to take a picture.”
He pulled out his phone, and Dashawn put his arm around my waist and his hand low on my hip. We smiled for Marco as he took a picture.
“Where is Maria?”
“Celina is giving birth to our tenth grandchild.”
“What? Little Celina?”
“She’s twenty Dashawn, she’s been married for two years.”
“Wow, time flies.”
“It does when you don’t visit often.”
Dashawn smirked.
“I was just here.”
“You may have been in Italy, but you did not visit here,” Marco complained.
“I am sorry. Here for Celina,” Dashawn said. He took out an envelope and gave it to Marco.
“Thank you, she will be pleased.”
Marco talked about the wine making for the year, and what they were donating this year to the needy.
Apparently they donate crates of grapes to those in need with two bottles of wine.
“Excellent. Thank you Marco. We must go. We have other engagements. Please give Maria a kiss from me.”
“No can do, she is mine.”
Dashawn chuckled, I giggled. Served him right.
I said goodbye to Marco, and we were on our way.
“What was in the envelope?”
“Ten thousand dollars. Celina is Marco and Maria’s youngest child.”
“You gave her ten thousand dollars? Do you always carry that much cash in envelopes?” I asked, astonished
“Of course. I’ve always given money to every single one of his children when they give birth to another family member. Even when I was a teen and before I started the winery. Marco and Maria used to take care of the olive grove. They have watched me grow up. My grandfather gave me the grove for my tenth birthday.”
I shook my head.
We pulled up to the Jul Academy of Musical Arts. Dashawn and I put on our work personas, and we met with the head of the academy. We told him why we were there and the names of the students. He took us to watch the first student. Her name was Ellissia Manciani. She played the piano.
We watched her for an hour as she played piece after piece, ending with a song that she played so passionately it brought me to tears.
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“She’s wonderful,” I said.
“She’s been paying since she was five. Her parents are very strict. I am not sure if they would be happy with a talent agency coming to court her,” said the head of the Academy, Juan Morelli.
“We are more than a talent agency, Mr. Moretti. We make stars, and we make them extremely rich,” Dashawn
said. “You want her?”
I looked at him and nodded.
“I’ll make it happen. Mr. Morelli, get her parents on the phone now.”
Mr. Moretti didn’t hesitate. He pulled out a phone from his pocket. I raised a brow.
“It’s the school work phone. We have all the parents on it.”
He made the call and informed us they would be here in an hour. He took us to the next student. A young
man in a studio singing and playing a guitar.
“He sings?‘ Dashawn asked.
“Yes, he is extremely talented. However, he is very head strong, cocky and considered a lady’s man.”
We stood there and watched him. He was very good. I can see charisma oozing off of him. I can also see
why he was considered a lady’s man. There was a gaggle of girls sitting on the floor around him listening to
him sing. They all had hearts in their eyes. But as I looked at him, I noticed he wasn’t paying a lot of
attention to them. He played with his eyes closed. When the song was done, the girls cheered. He gave
them a polite smile. He told them he was done, and they all left, giggling and gossiping. We walked into the
room. He looked up, and his eyes zeroed in on Dashawn and I saw a ton of interest. I giggled to myself but
Dashawn heard me.
“What’s so funny?”
“He’s not a lady’s man.”
“How do you know?”
“Because, if I had to guess, he is strictly d*ckly.”
Dashawn’s head snapped to the young man. He smiled and turned on the charm. My man the charmer.
“Hi, I’m Dashawn Krew. I am the CEO of Star Media in New York City. My sister found one of your
performances on YouTube and said I needed to come see your talent.”
“I’m Davis Alston,” he said, looking Dashawn up and down. Okay, that was enough. I stepped closer to
Dashawn and stared at Davis.
Davis looked at me and then nodded. He got the message.
“This is my girlfriend and personal assistant Samantha. We really liked your music. I’d like to talk to you
about becoming a Star Media client. We can call your parents and discuss options.”
“No, parents. I am eighteen, I can make my own decisions.”
“Excellent. Well, we are waiting for the parents of one of your classmates. Shall we go somewhere to wait?”
Dashawn asked Davis and Mr. Morelli at the same time.
Mr. Morelli nodded. He took us to a conference room. I asked where the restro
