Page 23 of A Mafia's Treasure

I run my hands through my hair, moving a few stray dark strands that have escaped from my ponytail in the wind outside.

I finally reach the room I’ve been thinking about for the past two weeks! I inhale deeply, knowing what’s going on behind those doors. I reach down and adjust myself before I place my hand on the cold silver handle and let myself in.

Chapter16

Nico

Iclench my jaw as I cast my eyes on the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her long golden hair cascades down her back, some falling to the side as her head moves back and forth, swaying as her hips move rhythmically up and down, without hesitation.

She hasn’t realized she’s been joined by anyone yet, too taken by the thrill of following my orders, which makes my cock pulse with the need to be inside her.

Her moans filter around the room as her hands grip the rug in front of her and she slows her pace. I smile to myself when she stops completely and lets out a frustrated growl to ensure she doesn’t come. I swallow down the lump in my throat, ignoring the feelings bubbling toward the surface at seeing her this way, and I know I don’t want to see another woman like this. I only want, no, need her.

That in itself makes me crazy! I have never needed anyone before, and I don’t want to feel this way, not now I know what it’s like to lose someone you love so much. Shaking my head in frustration … I haven’t lost him yet. There’s still a chance he could be alive!

Exhaling, I move my neck side to side to ease the tension that has built up quickly from the thoughts I have allowed to enter. I need to shake them from my mind, and what better way to distract myself thanil mio tesoro.

Stepping in, I close the door quietly as she starts to ride the dildo again, and I watch as the shaft glistens with her juices. I can hear how wet she is as it enters her again and again.

“I see you are capable of following some orders,” I tell her sarcastically as I make my way over to the bed, shrugging out of my black suit jacket.

She jumps a little and her head swings around to the sound of my voice, stopping her movements.

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account. I was enjoying the view.” I lift my lip in a smirk as she drops her head briefly, hiding any expression from me, which annoys the shit out of me … but I will wait. She will show me everything, all her vulnerabilities, in time.

“Why did you want me to do this?” She looks back at me with a slight crease in her brow.

“Why did you do it?” I avoid answering and lean back on the bed, resting on my palms.

She sighs deeply. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you do.” I purse my lips. I’ve been eager to taste her since I entered, and I don’t think I will ever get enough of her taste.

She doesn’t respond, so I stand, removing my shoes and socks, feeling the coolness from the hardwood floor. I go over to the drawers in the corner and find what I am looking for.

“What are you doing?” she asks quietly.

“I think it is time for your punishment, don’t you?” I ask as I walk around her, watching as her back arches to follow my movements. I pull the rug from her reach, and she looks at me in confusion. I don’t want her to have any comfort, not while she takes what I have to give her. This time I’ll only stop once she admits why she came back, and it wasn’t only for the punishment. It was because she wanted to please me.

“Open your mouth … wide,” I tell her as I stand in front of her watching to see what reaction I get … but nothing, still…nothing, a few seconds pass and she opens wide as instructed and allows me to strap an open-mouthed gag and secure it tightly at the back of her head.

“You will tap the floor twice if you want to get out, understand?” She nods.

I stroke her face, admiring how this looks on her, and smile as I run my hand along her spine and inside the crease of her ass, which makes her jolt. I chuckle at her reaction and continue with my plan.

Normally I would use lube for this but given how wet she already is, I won’t need to. I drop my hand and rub longingly across her cheeks before sliding between her thighs, gathering her juices and spreading them upward, around her forbidden entrance … Well, forbidden to anyone who isn’t me, that is.

Her moans start low and husky, but as I tease her sensitive bud, my other hand explores and teases her puckered hole. “Relax, it won’t hurt for long,” I say as I push the butt plug in. Her gasp is music to my ears, but in hindsight maybe I should have started her off on a training plug. But I am too impatient for that. It won't be long before she’ll be taking my cock in her ass, and no amount of butt plugs will prepare her for that.

Standing up, I walk away from her, and it takes all of my restraint not to look back and admire how fucking stunning she looks right now. I know she’s almost stopped riding the dildo because of the plug in her ass, and I won’t have that.

“I know you’ve stopped riding. Did I tell you to stop?” I question, my back still to her.

“N-no, but it’s too tight,” she tells me.

“Il mio tesoro, that’s the best part.” I laugh. “Now keep moving until I tell you otherwise.”

I hear her start to do as I say and I continue to rummage through the drawers. I begin to get frustrated when I can’t find what I am looking for. I emailed a list of items that should be in here at all fucking times. Then looking to my left, I see they are all hung neatly in a row. What a sight. I pick up the ones I want and place them on the floor next to her.

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