Page 2 of Dominated By the Mob Boss

“Well, if you can’t talk, then you don’t need your mouth,” the dark-eyed man told me.

He brought the gag up to my mouth, guiding the phallus of silicon inside. It wasn’t large. The gag settled heavy on my tongue, leaving me to drool over the cock that kept my jaw loose and lips parted as he buckled it around my bed. Moaning, I suckled, clenching around the still humming vibrator.

I was completely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I didn’t even know his name. This was insane. I had absolutely trusted myself fully to a man that I wasn’t even sure I could pick out in a line up. The ease with which he flipped me around, adjusting the ropes and leaving me utterly at his mercy.

Pleasure coiled in my belly, and the wet pop of the vibrator pulled from my pussy left me drooling around the gag. Three fingers plunged inside me. In and out, they stretched, spreading me wide as he ducked down, sucking on my clit until I saw stars. His thumbs spread my cunt wide, parting me like a book whose spine he intended to crack, and his tongue swirled before spearing me. I could do nothing. My entire body trembled, fighting the hold of the ropes even as I melted, and when a fourth finger drove inside me, I saw stars, squirting like a fountain as he laughed.

I trembled, eyes rolling back in my head. His thumb curled, slipping inside, and I came back into my body, writhing as his whole fist drove inside me. Back and forth, he fucked me on it, spreading me wider and wider.

“There you go. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get you nice and loose. By the end, you’ll be gapping and leaking like the whore you are,” he crooned, opening his fist inside me and spreading me so wide I swear I could see his hand coming through my stomach.

In and out, he dragged his fingers over my insides, touching me where no one had ever done before. I had no idea that being so full could feel so good. Everything tingled. My thighs ached to clamp shut, but the ropes held me tight. In and out, he claimed me, dominated me. Heat coiled in my belly, and I cried out in eager desperation, but the gag choked my muffled cries. His fingers curled, and he pulled his first free with a lurid squelch.

“You’re so pink and loose, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up until you see, god,” he purred, unzipping his trousers and revealing the thick length of his manhood.

His fist filled me so well, and I imagined that would leave his cock an easy take, but there had to be horses with smaller cocks than the man who made himself at home between mythighs. He rubbed his bare cock against my folds, spreading the slick over him.

“You look so good like this. Splayed and entirely for my enjoyment. You’re a sweet treat, baby girl,” he drawled as he guided himself inside me.

The warmth of his fist couldn’t compare to the heat of his cock. I cried out, arching as much as I could. His hips snapped forward, driving his manhood into me again and again. Stars flashed before my eyes. His fingers toyed with my clit. His other hand found every place that sent shivers down my spine. Nails dragged over my peaked nipples, toying and teasing and twisting them. When he brought his mouth down, biting me hard enough to leave a mark.

“That’s it, baby girl. Love how you milk my cock. That’s it. You want it so bad, don’t you? I’m going to breed you just right, sweetheart,” he panted against my skin.

Driving forward, he unlatched the gag, slipping it out from my lips. Rubbing my jaw, he held my face in his hands, smirking as his thrusts punched cry after cry from my lips. All sense tore from me. I wanted him. I needed to feel the wet heat of him spilling inside me. He felt so good, rearranging my insides — it would be so good. I needed it. I needed it.

“Beg me for it,” he whispered against my jaw. “Beg me to breed you.”

Clenching around him, I sobbed. “Please! Please, sir, I need you — I need, please, Daddy!”

“Daddy, hm?”

Any other day, any other time, and I would have fled in embarrassment, but tied down, I couldn’t move, and more than that, I didn’t have the brainpower for shame. He had fucked it right out of me. Driving forward, he used the ropes to draw me back onto his cock as his teeth descended, leaving marks across my body as I cried out, pleading for more.

“Daddy! Please! Please!”

I had no idea what I was crying out for. Everything inside me desperately wanted more, but I had never had more to know what that would entail. Instead, I panted and drooled and cried out as I came again and again. Having already lost track of time, I floated inside my own body, feeling every load, enjoying every time he plugged me up and untied me just to take me again.

He fucked me in the shower, kept me caught on his cock in the bath. Gagged and locked into a breeding bench, he left me to take a meeting once, and when I begged him to not leave me alone again, he dressed me up, putting a plug inside and telling me to be on my best behavior. I curled up on his lap, trembling as he made a deal, and it was only as he brought me back that I realized I had lost my entire weekend to his touch.

Like an addict, I trembled after the other men left. “I should go home.”

“Do you want to leave?” he asked.

I flushed as his fingers drifted down, finding their way beneath my skirt and into my underwear. “I-I don’t — ”

“You look so delicious stuffed with my cum, but you’ll look even better round and soft the way you deserve to be. Barefoot and bred,” he teased, pulling at the plug and guiding me back onto his thick cock. He pulsed, inside me, grinding into the mess he’d left. “You’re doing so good for me, Shannon.”

Frowning, I blinked. “You know my name?”

“Of course I know who you are. I arranged for the picky little virgin lawyer to get an invite to my club,” he crooned, running his fingers through my hair.

My mind barely had a chance to catch up before he bounced me on his cock, lifting and dropping me onto his cock until I screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck until he filled me up again and plugged me tight. Then he patted me on the bottom and sent me home.

I took a shower, fingering myself until I came. The next night, I couldn’t help it. I ordered a vibrator, and when it arrived the next day, I fucked my brains out until my wrist cramped. None of it assuaged the desire for more. I wanted to live in that space, to feel caught on his cock until my womb swelled. I ended up taking an early weekend, leaving on Friday the second the club opened. The dom waited by the bar.

“Welcome back, baby girl.”

Biting my lip, I trembled. “If this is going to become something, I should probably know your name.”

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