Page 38 of Married to the Mafia

All I have to do is react. The couple of boyfriends I’ve had never acted like this. They were as nervous as me about doing anything. Unlike him. He’s a mature man who knows exactly what to do with me.

His hands move around my asshole, teasing it with the cream and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet. I feel on the edge of orgasm already and I try to shift my thighs, wanting to bring it on. I think about that cock of his again. Am I about to see it?

When he came back into the office, I was terrified and when he carried me down here; I had no idea what he was going to do to me. I never would have guessed it was this.

Does he know what I was thinking when he showed me the buttplug? That I was in two minds whether to obey him. The thought of him commanding me to walk up and down the street wearing only that was both humiliating and exciting in equal measure.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I only know he’s in charge and in this moment, I no longer care about trying to escape. All I care about is reaching my orgasm, but it remains out of reach, like trying to capture a shadow.

He shifts himself down my body, leaning down to lick my asshole as I groan into the bed. God, I want him in me so badly.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

I nod as best I can, given the position I’m in. “The pill,” I try to say through the gag. I think he understands because he replies a moment later.

“Good.”

Is he going to fuck me? I want him to, but I’m scared.Scared of how much I might enjoy it. If I do, will I even want to get away anymore?

I should fear him. He’s a killer. He’s cruel, he’s cold, he’s mean. But he’s also gentle. He saved me from Ricardo. His tongue is doing things to me no one has ever done before.

He’s dipping into my ass and bringing me feelings like nothing I’ve ever known. “On your back,” he says, standing up at the foot of the bed.

I roll over and he shoves my legs apart, kneeling on the floor and yanking my ankles until I slide down the bed, my thighs around his face. He glances up at me. “Soaking wet,” he says. “And so sweet smelling.”

He traces a line around my folds, and I groan into the gag in response, my body shuddering. “Such a beautiful pussy.” He leans forward and kisses me right in the spot I need it the most.

I cry out, thrusting my hips up toward him. One more touch like that and I’ll come. I just know I will.

He seems to know it too, slipping a finger inside me, adding a second a moment later. He hooks them upward, sliding back and forth, getting gradually faster as he stares up at my face. “You cannot come until I give permission,” he says. “Got it?”

I nod, not caring at all. I’m so close I can feel it right on the edge of my consciousness. He kisses my clit again before standing up, moving around the bed and twisting my head to one side. He undoes the gag and tosses it aside.

“You will ask me for permission to come,” he says, returning to his place at the foot of the bed. His tongue flicks over my clit. “You cannot come until I say so.”

“Please let me come,” I say, my voice a loud whine. I shift my hips, pushing toward his face, wanting to tip over the edge more than I ever wanted anything in my entire life.All I care about is my climax, but he’s not letting me get there yet.

He licks my clit again and then stands up, undoing his zipper. He reaches inside and pulls out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. He strokes it slowly as he looks at me and I stare at it, my insides squeezing around nothing, wanting him in me.

“You will not come yet,” he says, grabbing my hips and lifting me off the bed as if I weigh nothing at all. He moves me so my pussy is on the tip of his cock. I try to push down onto it, but he holds me in place, ignoring my writhing body. “Not until I grant permission.”

He slides me down onto his shaft. I stretch wide as he enters me, but just as I’m sure it’s enough to make me come, he pushes me back off him, lowering me to the bed. I’ve no idea how he’s got so much self-control. “Put me in your mouth,” he says. “Now.”

I sit up and take his shaft in my hands, getting my fingers around the base and gripping him tight, running my tongue over the head, tasting the salty warm drops that form there. He looks down at me and nods. “Good girl.”

He thrusts forward, grabbing my hair, choking me on his length. He holds himself in me, fucking my mouth until I’m desperate to take a breath.

He pulls free and I gasp for air, but before I’ve even recovered, he’s lowered me onto my back and is licking my clit yet again. I moan and curse and beg him to let me come, but he doesn’t, not yet.

He slides into me again, further inside this time. I try to get my legs around his back to keep him there, but he’s already out, his tongue on my clit, flicking faster this time. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Ask me if you can.”

“Please, let me come.” I’m whining, but I don’t care.

“Come for me. Right now.” The command is enough. My entire body obeys him at once. His tongue is on my clit, his fingers slamming into me, and it happens an instant later.

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