Mafia Obsession

Leo

My cock is aching as it presses into Ellie’s stomach-the naughty little thief who loves getting punished. Her ass is perfectly red, and her pussy is dripping wet from the two

intense orgasms I’ve given her. Not to mention, she has soaked my pants right fucking through.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” I growl, glancing down at her.

She looks over her shoulder at me, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes are dilated with pure longing and she looks like she is in another world. “I’m not sure I have, sir.”

Fuck.

I’m not sure how much more of this teasing I can take. The need to tie her back to that chair and fuck her hard is making me insane. My balls are aching and my boxers are sticky with precum.

“I need to keep you as my pet then. I need to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, before I release you back into the wild.” I slap her ass again and she moans, bucking against my hand.

“Yes, please, sir.” This woman loves this more than any woman I’ve ever met. Her body responds to the pleasure and pain mixing in a way I’ve craved before, but never known. My fingers dip into her dripping wet heat, parting her lips and delving inside of her.

She whimpers as I thrust them in and out, feeling how tight and soaking wet she is. The fluttering of her muscles around my fingers tells me she’s close to coming for the third time.

Her orgasm so close, but she’s a naughty girl and doesn’t deserve to come. Not until I’m buried balls deep inside of her. “No coming,” I groan, pulling my fingers from her pussy. “Stand up.”

She does as I say without a second of hesitation, turning to face me. “Open your mouth, Ciccino.” Darling, in Italian.

She drops her jaw, opening wide and accepting my fingers covered in her juices. Her eyes flutter shut, and she hums around them, sucking them clean. I unzip my pants and her eyes shoot open, glancing down at my crotch instantly. The excitement and anticipation painted over her face only makes me harder.

I stand, kicking my shoes off and pulling my pants down. Her eyes are fixed to my cock, bulging out of the fabric of my tight boxer briefs. There’s a thick, wet patch of precum at the front. She takes a step toward me, forgetting who is in charge here.

I hold a hand up. “No moving unless I say so.” I hook my finger into the waistband of my boxers and pull them down, revealing myself to her.

She gasps, placing a hand over her mouth. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

I smirk at her, gripping the base of my shaft and stroking it from root to tip. “I want you to taste it,” I say, watching as her lips part and eyes dilate even more. “On your knees.”

I don’t have to ask her twice, as she kneels before me, opening her mouth to accept me inside. My cock leaks precum onto her tongue, making me desperate to shove every inch down her throat. She waits patiently for my instruction, despite the eagerness in her eyes.

“Wrap those lips around my cock, Ellie,” I groan, staring down at her bright blue eyes and perfect face.

She does as I say, closing her lips around my shaft and swirling her tongue around the base of my throbbing, swollen head. I groan as it feels like fucking heaven. It’s been too long since I’ve truly desired a woman in this way-in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted a woman the way I want Ellie.

The moment I set eyes on her, I knew I had to have her. Even if she is a thief.

It feels so fucking good as she breathes through her nose and takes me down her throat, saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth. I grab hold of her hair, wrapping it around my fist and fucking her throat hard, taking control entirely.

She doesn’t hesitate or try to back off, focusing on her breathing. Thick precum spills down her throat, making me grunt. Tears prickle at the

edges of her eyes as she takes every inch like a champ. She is clearly used to being in submissive positions. The thought of her sucking any other guy’s cock makes me crazy.

I pull her from my dick, and she is panting. “Stand up and bend over the chair,” I groan, fisting myself in my hands.

Her eyes dilate with longing as she does as I command. Her ass up high and ready for me. She spreads her legs wide, giving me a teasing view of her perfect little cunt.

It’s clear that I’ve lost all control, which never happens to me. I was supposed to come in here and kill her. The guys outside are no doubt wondering what the fuck is going on.

I step toward her and rub my swollen, precum coated crown in her juices. She’s so fucking wet. Ellie whimpers, arching her back even further toward me. “Please, fuck me,” she moans.

It is like music to my ears. The words every Dom loves to hear from a sub, begging for cock. Normally, I can play on it longer and drag it out, making her beg me more. My control isn’t what it normally is. The need to be inside of her is out ruling the need to dominate her body.

I grab hold of the bindings on the floor, tying each of her wrists to the arms of the chair. She moans as I tie them tightly. They will cut into her skin, but I get a feeling this girl loves the pain. She writhes against them, testing how tight they are. “Fuck,” she rasps, glancing back at me.

“Eyes forward,” I command, stroking my length in my hand.

She does as I say, trembling in front of me. I let my fingers tease over her quivering thighs, lightly. I smack her ass again five more times on each cheek, making them sting a perfect red color. Her noises are pure pleasure as she takes what I give her. “Please, Leo, fuck me,” she moans.

Hearing her say my name snaps all my control, proving to me she knows exactly who I am. Without warning, I thrust every thick, throbbing inch inside of her with one stroke. Her soaking wet pussy stretches for me, so tight it’s ridiculous. She cries out, coming all over my cock the moment I’m inside of her.

Her cunt feels like heaven wrapped around me, as tight as a fucking vice. Ellie responds to me like no other woman ever has. It makes me feel like a god, as I thrust in and out of her tight heat, feeling her muscles contract. She hums and moans, muttering something under her breath I can’t make out.

My fingers tighten on her hips through the bunched-up fabric of her dress, clawing at her so tightly she’ll no doubt bruise.

Good.

I want to mark this woman, make sure any man that goes near her knows she’s claimed. It’s odd and possessive and so fucked up considering I’m supposed to kill her.

My cock throbs as I sink deep inside of her, feeling her body respond. I pump harder and faster, taking her rough. A Dom should be in control, but I know I’m not.

There’s something primal occurring between us, and it outweighs all logic and rules I abide by. Her body is mine to claim. My balls slap against her clit with every thrust. The clap of skin meeting is loud and unmistakable, filling the room and no doubt the corridor outside.

Ellie’s muscles flutter and clamp harder around my length, drawing me in tightly. It’s as if I belong inside this woman. She moans deeply, bucking her hips despite being restrained.

I can tell she’s on the edge of her fourth orgasm, writhing beneath me and shuddering. “Oh fuck,” she moans, trying to claw at something, but unable to because her hands are tied to the chair arms. I’m in control of her body and it feels right. “That’s it, you naughty fucking thief, come all over my cock,” I growl, slapping her ass three times on each cheek.

It sends her over the edge and she comes hard, screaming. Maybe the guys outside will think I’m killing her from the sounds she’s making. I thrust twice more into her tight heat, before I explode deep inside of her, marking the little thief with my seed. She slumps against the chair, breathing hard and heavy.

I pump into her again and again, making sure every drop is deep inside of her. Once I’m finished, I take a step back and admire the sight.

Her ass is tinged a perfect deep red color and her pussy is dripping with my cum. It is perfection. The dominant alpha inside of me rises, wanting to go again and again, but I know questions will be asked if I spend the entire night fucking her in here.

Instead, I force myself back into my pants, zipping the zipper up. Then I step toward her and slip her panties on, covering her beautiful red ass and soaking wet pussy. I pull her dress down, and then shift to stand in front of her. She gazes up at me with perfectly flushed cheeks, still tied to the chair.

I smirk as I notice one of the ten thousand dollar wedges poking out of her bra cup. With one quick move, I find the other one and snatch them from it, chucking them on top of the mountain of cash on the desk. She looks disappointed, and it seems to snap her back to reality. The fear I’d seen earlier slowly creeping back into her eyes.

I untie her and she whimpers. No doubt in pain from where the rope has cut into her wrists, leaving marks. She doesn’t even move to stand once untied, waiting for me to tell her what to do. Damn, this woman is perfect.

I walk back around to stand behind her. “Stand and turn to me,” I command.

She does as I say, standing and twisting around to face me with such elegance. Her bright blue eyes look more vibrant than before but full of fear.

“Come here,” I say, beckoning for her to walk toward me.

She does as I say, legs shaking as she steps closer. Once she’s within grasp, I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her tight to me. She gasps, glancing up at me in fear. “No one steals from the Romano Mafia,” I breathe, moving my lips closer to hers. “But, I can’t bring myself to harm you, so instead, I get to punish you like I did tonight as much as I like. Do you understand?”

Her lips part and her eyes flood with longing. A longing that makes my balls ache, again.

She nods. “I understand, sir.”

My cock swells hearing her call me sir. She is the perfect little submissive. I wrap my hand around her throat in a firm, but gentle hold, making her freeze. She needs to know I’m in control here.

“Good, I expect to see you here every night from now on, or there will be trouble.” I press my lips to the base of her ear. “You don’t want to fuck with me,” I whisper.

She shivers in my grasp, but doesn’t pull away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Ellie.” I let go of her throat, and she takes a step back.

“Yes, sir.” She gives me a swift nod, walking toward the door.

My lips quirk into a smile at the way she falls into submission naturally. I turn to watch her as her hips sway deliciously, knowing my cum will drip out of her for hours. A reminder of what I did to her, so she won’t forget me.

As she shuts the door and disappears from sight, reality kicks in. My brothers will kill me if they find out what I just did. Thieves who risk stealing from the Romano Mafia and get caught never live, so why the fuck did I just let her walk out of here?