Arranged Mafia Marriage

Seb

The buttons of her blouse pop off, hit the floor, and roll away. The lapels of her blouse gape, exposing the tops of her creamy breasts. I grip the edges and pull them further apart, baring her breasts encased in a black lacy bra. There is a bow nestled in the valley between her breasts. I bend, clamp my teeth around the bow, and rip it off.

She screams, “What… what did you do?”

I spit out the bow, then straighten. “Damned if I know.” I shake my head. “You fucking mess with my head, you know that?”

“I… I…” She swallows. “Seb, I-”

“Shut up.”

“What?” She gapes at me. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to hear anything from you except for moans, groans, or the sound of you screaming my name as you come, although it will be a while before that last bit happens. So, all I need from you right now is your obedience. Can you give me that?”

She nods.

I peer into her features. “Say it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” I study her eyes, as if I’ll find the answers hidden there.

Why did she push me to lose control? Why did she taunt me and test my patience? Why did she throw those filthy words back at me, knowing they would arouse me? Knowing they’d send me over the edge.

I drag my thumb across her mouth, and her gaze widens. She stares at me, beseeching me with her gaze. She licks my digit, wraps her lips around my thumb and sucks, and goddamn her, but I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. I swipe my wet thumb down her chin, down her throat, to the valley between her breasts, push the blouse off one shoulder, then the other.

She shivers and goosebumps rise on her skin.

I reach for the waistband of her skirt, unhook and unzip it, then push it down her legs. She steps out of it, kicks it aside, then stands clad in only her bra and panties.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

She places her palm on her stomach. I frown. “Don’t hide from me, Princess.”

She shakes her head, her gaze wide. I pull her hand to her side and survey the silver stretch marks on her lower belly, the scar from what must have been the caesarean operation of her pregnancy. I sink down to my knees and press my lips to the puckered skin. She flinches, tries to pull away, but I grip her hips and hold her in place. I press tiny kisses across the marks, then sink my nose into the flesh between her legs.

A whine spills from her lips as I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her essence. I am instantly hard. Goddamnit, where is this tenderness coming from? Why is it, since I laid eyes on her, I’ve wanted to take care of her and protect her, even as I’ve wanted to throw her down on her back and thrust deeply inside of her. I grab her buttcheeks and squeeze.

She trembles. I press my lips to the fabric covering her pussy, then close my mouth over her swollen clit. She moans, digs her fingers into my hair and tugs. Pain prickles down my spine and my cock lengthens further. I rub my chin down her pussy lips and she cries out. She thrusts her pelvis forward, chasing the friction as I increase the intensity of my ministrations. I slide a finger under her panties, then inside her soaking wet channel, and she freezes. I close my lips over her pussy and bite down, and that’s when her entire body shudders. Her spine bends and the scent of her intensifies. I glance up just as she throws her head back, revealing the curve of her creamy throat. I rise to my feet and she sways. I scoop her up in my arms, walk over to the settee, and drop into it.

She cuddles into me, then turns her head into my chest. “Permission to speak, Sir?”

I nod.

“Why didn’t you let me come?” she asks.

“Told you, I’m not going to let you climax easily.”

She wriggles around in my lap, and the thick ridge of my arousal digs into her thigh. She freezes, then tips her chin up. “I don’t understand. Clearly, you’re turned on, so why don’t you-”

“Fuck you, and give you what you need?”

She nods.

“I’m not sure.”

She holds my gaze, her blue eyes growing stormy. “You don’t want me.” She tries to pull away, but I hold her in place.

I maneuver her so she straddles me, then fit her firmly over my thickness. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”

She firms her lips. “You said you’d be my Dom. You promised me you’d use my body for your pleasure.”

“And I will.” I grip her hips, then clamp my palm around her nape so she has no choice but to stay still. Then, I reach over and grab a box from the side table.

I hold it out to her.

“What is it?”

“Open it,” I urge her.

She takes the box from me, her gaze wary, then glances at me from under her eyelashes.

“Go on.” I allow my lips to kick up. “I promise, it’s not anything you won’t like.”

She opens the box and stares at the pink circular-shaped object inside.

“What is it?”

“Something you’re going to enjoy wearing.”

“I’m supposed to wear it?”

“Take it out,” I order.

She scowls up at me, but reaches for the vibrator and pulls it out. She surveys the comma-shaped gadget. One side broadens out into a balloon-shaped bulb. The other side ends in a slimmer tail.

“Take off your panties.”

“What?”

“Go on.” I take the vibrator from her and urge her to her feet.

She scowls at me, then tips up her chin. She slides her fingers into the waistband of her panties and shoves them down. She kicks them aside and stands there, dressed only in her bra. “Take that off, too.”

“You don’t need me to take it off to use the vibrator.”

“I want to see how your entire body reacts to it. How your nipples harden in response to the stimulation.”

She huffs, then reaches behind to unhook her bra and shrug it off.

I rake my gaze over her creamy shoulders, her swollen breasts. Her nipples so rigid, they seem hard enough to cut through my skin. Her waist is so tiny, I could span it with both palms. Her pussy lips glisten, and the nub of her clit peeks out from its hood. A fat drop of cum slides down her upper thigh, and heat sluices through my veins.

“Come ‘ere,” I order.

She hesitates.

I raise my gaze to her face. “Don’t defy me,” I say in a hard voice.

She shivers, takes a step forward, then another, until she comes to a halt in front of me. The scent of cherries, mixed with the sugary, sweet whiff of her arousal envelops me. My groin hardens and my thighs flex. I grip the vibrator in my hand and lean forward to tap the outside of one thigh.

“Open,” I growl.

She slides her legs apart, and the scent of her arousal seems to deepen.

Goddamn it. I reach between her legs, and place the head of the vibrator at her entrance. She shudders and another drop of moisture slides down her upper thigh. I scoop it up and bring it to my lips.

“Oh, god,” she moans as I suck on my finger and take in her essence.

“You taste like cherries, do you know that?”

“It… it’s my favorite fruit,” she admits.

My chest tightens, my balls harden, and the discomfort in my groin grows until I’m sure I’m going to burst out of my pants. I thrust the vibrator forward and it slides smoothly into her moist channel.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Oh,” she gasps.

I raise my gaze to her face. “Did it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

I make sure the tail end of it is positioned above her clit. Then, unable to stop myself, I bend and press a kiss to her belly.

“What was that for?”

I glance up at her. “Can’t I be affectionate?”

“Why do you want to be affectionate?”

“Something about you, Princess, makes me want to treat you like a queen in public, and a whore in my bed, and like my asset every other time in between.”

Her gaze widens. “Is that supposed to be romantic?”

“I wasn’t trying to be romantic,” I admit.

“But it’s the most surprising thing anyone has ever told me.”

I slip my hand into my pocket and press down on the remote control.

She stiffens. Her gaze widens. Her shoulders tremble. “Was that-”

“It was.” I depress the button on the remote control again, and keep it pressed. Her entire body jolts. She squeezes her thighs together, and her nipples harden into tight buttons of need. The blood rushes to my groin. Desire tightens my balls. My fingers tingle to cup her swelling breasts. To pinch her nipples, and tweak them and intensify her pleasure while I plunder her mouth and suck on her sweet tongue. Instead, I take my finger off the remote and reach for her panties. I hold them out and she steps into them. I drag them back up her legs and over her hips.

“So that’s it?” She blinks.

“You won’t go anywhere without my permission.”

“Eh?” Her forehead scrunches. “So, I have to check with you before I venture out?”

“Is that a problem?” I glare at her.

She juts out her lower lip.

“Something you want to tell me, Princess?”

“What about work?”

“Adrian or Massimo will drive you there and back. Anything else?”

She opens her mouth and shuts it. Then shakes her head.

“Good, you may now wear your clothes.”

I lean back and watch as she pulls on her bra, then searches around for her clothes. She fastens her skirt, then dangles her blouse from one finger. “You destroyed my blouse,” she whines.

I shrug off my coat and offer it to her. She slips it on. It engulfs her completely and reaches her knees. I do up her buttons, and she frowns down at herself. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look adorable.”

And completely off-limits to anyone else, since she’s dressed in my clothes.

“Now what?” She pouts.

“I’ll drive you to work.”

She gapes. “So, I wear this… this thing the whole time I’m at work?” She points down between her legs.

I nod.

“And what if you… if you…”

“Activate it while you’re at work?”

She nods.

“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”