Page 30 of The Mob Boss' Pet

And now, as I realize what he has in his hands, my pussy is getting slicker by the second. My fucking mouth is basically salivating, and my heart can’t quite catch up with the rhythm of my breathing.

“Come here, and we don’t have to talk about how much all of this actually excites you.” He taps the floor again.

Taking him up on the offer, I maneuver to my hands and knees, sure he won’t like me using my actual feet. The dark swirls of the carpeting hold my attention as I crawl to him. Anything is better than watching the victorious grin spread across his lips.

“Good girl.” He reaches down and pets my head, sending a fire across my face.

Moving down to his haunches, he places the first item before me. He’s covering most of it in his palm but what I can see of it makes my asshole clench.

“You’re not a virgin,” he says with authority. “But have you ever had your ass fucked?”

The casual way he asks the question stifles me for a brief moment.

“N-no.” I finally find words.

“But you know what this is.” He touches the rounded tip of the metal butt plug with his forefinger.

“Yeah. I know what it is,” I say, keeping my eyes glued to the damn thing.

“Good.” He flips it around in his hand and shows off the other side. The very white, very round, very fluffy bunny tail side of the plug. My throat clenches around the protest.

“I’m not—” Vincenzo cuts off my words with a finger pressed to my lips.

“Bunnies don’t say no,” he chides me. “But you’re a special bunny, aren’t you?” He taps my lips. “If you disobey me now, you’ll be punished, but if you’re my good bunny, play nice and obey, that release you were denied earlier will be yours—and it will be even better.”

My reward is to be an orgasm?

I stare at the little tail.

“I won’t force you, but if you aren’t going to play nice, then you’ll have to go back in your crate,” he warns. “After your spanking for defying me, of course.”

Of course.

He moves his hands from my mouth, sliding them down my body and between my legs. Easily, his fingers find my wet slit. I close my eyes, hoping to ward off the pleasure he’s building in me. He’s teasing me, just making me want to say yes to things because my body likes his touch.

“Your pussy is soaking wet. Imagine how good it will feel with my cock buried inside. How hard you’ll come for me.” He increases the friction on my clit.

The spice of his aftershave mingles with the obvious scent of my own arousal. Tingling overtakes my nerves, coursing heat throughout my entire body.

“There’s my good little pet,” he says in a bare whisper. “Now, turn around, press your face into the floor and raise your ass up for me. It’s time to get you dressed.”

I swallow, trying to moisten the desert that is my throat. Obey or consequences. His fingers fall away and I’m completely free of his touch. I can hurry to the crate, away from him and avoid this, but the longer my eyes linger on the promises in his eyes, the harder that option becomes.

The carpet is soft against my cheek as I press into it, lifting my bare ass up toward him. He’s broken something in me, so easily I’ve become compliant.

“Spread your ass cheeks for me.” He lightly touches my ass cheeks. It’s too much, participating in this moment with him. “Go on, bunny.”

Clenching my eyes closed, I reach back with both hands and pry my ass apart. The tight ring of my asshole is exposed to him now, and my heart pounds in my throat.

“First, lube,” he announces and thrusts the bulbous plug into my pussy. The sudden fullness catches me unaware, but before I can wrap my mind around the intrusion, he twists the plug and plucks it back out.

“Little more, just to be certain,” he says and I brace myself to have the plug inserted again, but I’m left waiting.

He spits on me. Hot saliva runs down the crack of my ass, over my untouched hole.

“Press back at me. It will open your hole a bit and it won’t hurt so much for you.” The tip of the plug presses against my entrance and I squeeze tight. “Or don’t, and I’ll push it in anyway and it will be uncomfortable.” It’s not an empty threat. He will shove it in, lubrication or not, ready or not. It’s up to me to make this easier on myself.

“There you go, ease up some more,” he says, encouraging me as I push out at him. The first bit of the plug slides in, but the wider portion takes more effort on my part to remain calm. He’s not waiting for me to relax, so I have to dance to his melody.

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