Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

Lucien was as good as his word. I woke up sore the next morning,

‘Sore and well f*cked,’ growled Lucien as he leant over me, kissing me on the mouth hungrily, his hard member demanding more pleasure when I protested, laughing.

*

As soon as we had returned from dinner, he shut the door, locking it securely, without taking his eyes off me. I felt a warmth steal over me.

Yawning leisurely, I stretched my arms above my head.

“Take off your clothes,’ he growled as he pulled out his long, thick member.

I obeyed him, feeling the wetness pooling between my legs in anticipation of his treatment.

I ached for him already. But I was not going to go to him without a fight. Oh, no. I was going to tease my Mafia Don !

He grunted.

‘Get over here, woman.’

I stripped slowly, taking my time and his eyes glowed in anger , anger for keeping him waiting. Slowly, leisurely, having shed my gown, I walked to him, in my lacy panties, covering my breasts with my hands.

“Take them off, little tease,’ he growled and when I dimpled at him and made no move to obey him, he made a rumbling sound of impatient irritation.

‘I want to see your tits bounce, woman.’ he added thickly.

“Impatient, old man?’ I gurgled, seeing the way his face darkened.

His erect member twitched impatiently but I made a play of taking off my panties and with an impatient, vulgar oath, Lucien lunged forward and tore off the offending garment , bunching my panties in one large fist.

“No, Lucien,’ genuinely anxious, I panted, trying to stop him, ‘they cost so much…’

‘Get on your knees, woman, and suck me.’ he ordered, gripping my head.

I smiled at him, annoying him and he kissed me hard, his mouth exploring my neck his hands moving to take a hard nipple between his fingers and crush it.

I moaned, trembling and felt the rush of hot liquid between my thighs.

Lucien grunted in satisfaction.

Meekly, I knelt before him and took him in my mouth, sucking, licking, teasing him till he roared and jerked my head back, tugging at my hair.

‘Stop playing with me…’ he gritted, his thick manhood jabbing against my swollen lips.

I dimpled at him

“Anything you say, Master.’ I said mocking him gently.

Then I took him in my mouth and pleasured him, the way he had taught me, so many years ago. Stroking, licking his heavy balls and revelling in my power to bring this man to his knees, his eyes glazed with passion as he watched me, a softness on his harsh face.

I gagged as he forced his manhood, down my throat but then with a sudden grunt, he was emptying his load down my throat and I swallowed, gasping.

Lucien’s thick cock was dripping and moist from having been so thoroughly sucked when I stopped. Licking the cum off his now flaccid member, I kissed the tip before rising to my feet gracefully and pressing my body to his, unbuttoning his shirt and gently peeling off his pants.

When he stood , naked, silent and glowering, I ran my hands over his body daringly, nipping at his flat nipples, kissing his hard mouth now and then, generally teasing him. But suddenly, he lifted me up and slammed me against the wall, held me as I looked into his face, startled. To my surprise, I saw that his limp member was already hardening, wanting to take me again.

Wide-eyed, I looked at him as he rubbed himself against my soft body.

‘Game over, baby,’ he grunted as he prepared to enter me, take me there, standing against the wall,

‘This is how the Big Boys play, little girl. And you have been teasing me for too long now.’

His hands moved to my heavy breasts, seeking my thick, hard nipples and I gasped. I mewled as he took a hard nub in his mouth and I was lost as he sucked savagely grazing the nub with his teeth.

Soon I was riding on the edge of an orgasm, sobbing wildly, my body shuddering with want. But cruelly, he did not let me come, bringing me to the edge only to stop while I pounded my fists on his strong shoulders in impotent rage.

His swarthy face was dark with sweat and emotion as he smiled to see me suffer.

‘Stop it, please, Lucien.’ I begged, ‘Let me come, please. Master.’

‘Little c*ck tease.’ he snarled, biting my lip, my neck, my breasts.

And then, he thrust his thick member into me.

We were on the floor now and he was ramming into me mercilessly while I wound my arms around his shoulders, trying to have as much of him inside me as possible.

He continued ramming himself into me, almost spearing me with his hard member and I sobbed helplessly.

“I want to f*ck your beautiful face again, little woman,’ he rasped, his big body shuddering as he kept himself in control, with his iron will and went on hoarsely,

‘But I also want to bite those tits of yours. And f*ck them as well.’

I whimpered ,

‘Anything …You want…But now, please…’ I panted and then dug my nails into the muscled shoulders as he rammed hard into me, making me shudder as he seemed to be pounding the walls of my womb. I screamed as I came, unable to stop myself as he bit me again, a plump teat between his teeth.

I heard him growl in satisfaction and then, I felt his hot ejection as I milked him for all I was worth., my hips rocking uncontrollably against his hard rock before I sagged limply.

Gradually, I slowed down, sobbing softly, limp and loose as I floated away…

*

When I came awake, I was aware of the ache between my legs, and my nipples that felt sore and ill-used. Lucien was nuzzling my breasts, nipping at my tender buds that were already hard and I moaned, trying to push him away.

‘Lucien Delano, are you trying to kill me? This is supposed to be a honeymoon, not a one-woman orgy…’

He chuckled.

‘Wake up, woman. it’s lunchtime.’

I sat up in shock, blinking my eyes open. It was true, the sun was high in the sky and I groaned.

Lucien who was busy at my breasts grunted.

“It’s Alright, woman. there is no other task for you except to be my sex slave.’ he said tauntingly. And so saying, his hand moved to my thighs as I trembled.

I pushed him away fiercely.

“I want to go out and buy some clothes,” I said fiercely.’ I do not want to be mauled and f*cked to within an inch of my life every night of my belated honeymoon.’

He threw his head back and roared with laugher, eyes gleaming devilishly as he reached for me again. Evading his seeking hands skillfully, I rolled away from him. .

I realized that he had been up before me. He was already dressed.

The phone began to peal and he scowled as he turned to pick it up.

Throwing a pillow at him, I seized the chance to escape, raced to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.