The Mafia’s Obsession

Alessio

Tonight is the most alive I’ve felt in a long time. I scan the hotel room around me, filled with complete satisfaction at the level of control I now have.

This isn’t her room anymore, it’s mine. And so is she.

“Ayla, Ayla, Ayla,” I say, savoring the taste of her name on my lips. I stroke my fingers down her stomach, causing the flesh to ripple.

Her voice is sarcastic. “Congratulations, you’ve learned my name.”

That’s enough attitude for now. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, guiding them down her legs as she struggles to prevent it. Then I ball them up and stuff them into her mouth.

I pat her cheek as she glares at me. “That’s better,” I smirk.

Walking around to the other side of the bed, I find her suitcase. The top is still open, just as I left it earlier. “What do we have here?” I ask, pulling a pink rabbit vibrator out from the rolled-up clothes.

Her eyes bulge, and I smile. “Yes, I was here earlier. I’m full of secrets, aren’t I?”

She doesn’t know the half of it.

Turning the vibrator on, I hover it right above her clit. She whimpers, the sound muffled by the panties in her mouth.

I smirk. “Seems like you like this toy better than the last one.”

When I press the tip against her, her eyes roll back and the whimpers turn to moans. Then I take it away, savoring the desperate look in her eyes as she chases it with her hips. “Oh, is there something you want?”

The furious look she gives me could cut diamonds.

“I’ll give it back,” I offer. “If you say please.”

Ayla squirms in frustration, bucking her hips and kicking her legs. I just laugh, giving her clit another tap with the vibrator. Just a taste. Just enough to make her need it even more. I keep doing it, enjoying the way her pussy twitches when I pull the vibrator away from her.

After another round of teasing Ayla’s pussy, she goes limp. Then she looks at me, and there’s surrender in her eyes.

“Do you have something you want to say to me?” I ask.

I wait for her to nod before I pull out the gag.

She takes a deep, shaking breath, then closes her mouth.

“Let me hear you say it. Or the panties go back in.”

“… Please,” she whimpers in a small voice, not looking at me. It’s barely more than a whisper, but it’s the word I wanted. Unmistakeably.

Soon, I’ll train her to beg, to make eye contact, to say the whole thing in a sentence as it pleases me. But for now, this is enough. The submission I’ve gotten so far deserves a reward.

“Good girl,” I whisper, pressing the vibrator against her clit.

Ayla sighs, arching her back. Her little nub is swollen, peeking out of its hood, pussy leaking wetness. Slowly, I slide the vibrating shaft back and forth through her folds, allowing the head to dip inside her until it’s glistening.

She takes a great, shuddering inhale as I start to work the toy inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, struggling against her restraints. “Oh my fucking god.”

I fill Ayla’s pussy with the toy until it bottoms out, then make sure the rabbit ears are positioned on her clit.

“From now on, you belong to me,” I growl, starting to pump the toy inside her, the motions slow and rhythmic. “You may not have my ring on your finger yet, but do not mistake me. I will never let you go. I will never let anyone else have you.”

“I’m not… fucking… marrying you,” she gasps, the furious objection less convincing when she’s moving her hips in rhythm with the toy. Her words trail off, turning into little whimpers.

“Keep telling yourself that,” I smirk. “Your pussy seems to like me, even if you don’t.”

She straight upgrowls, an impassioned, throaty sound that makes my cock ache. Her arms strain against the ropes, muscles flexing, like she’s using all of her strength just to prove to herself that there’s no escape.

“Let’s put these back in,” I say, and I stuff her panties back into her mouth while she fights me. “Now be a good girl and come for me.”

I use both hands to move the vibrator, one thrusting inside her, the other making sure the rabbit ears stay right on her clit. Her thighs clench and release, hips shaking. I can tell she’s getting close.

Then the dam breaks. Ayla’s back arches, her lower body shaking, pussy clenching around the toy. I keep thrusting, watching her face, seeing the incredible release. If she wasn’t gagged with her own underwear, it would be almost angelic.

“Good girl,” I whisper, continuing to thrust until her orgasm fades. I turn the vibrator off, but leave it inside her. Her pussy twitches.

I walk around to the front of the bed. Ayla is breathing heavily. I stroke her cheek with my hand and when she nuzzles against it, I have to swallow to push away the warmth that it brings me.

“Mine,” I tell her, removing the gag from her mouth. Her lips hang open, and for a moment, I almost think she’s going to echo “yours.”

Then her mouth closes, and she turns away from me.

My eyes darken. It doesn’t matter. This is an arrangement, not a love affair.

She’ll say it soon enough.