The Mafia’s Obsession

Alessio

Ayla and I have the honeymoon suite booked for the next couple of days. Closest thing we’ll get to a honeymoon, since I can’t exactly go on vacation right now with two Mafia families to get under control. I’m expecting Ayla to be upset at me when I come in through the door, but instead, she’s curled up on the couch, looking like a total snack in tight purple exercise shorts and a matching crop top. She looks up from her phone and greets me brightly.

“Hi, Alessio. How was your day?”

“Busy. Your father was arrested by the FBI.”

She raises her eyebrows, but overall seems a lot less impacted by this news than I had expected. “Yeah, they did that when I was nine. Had to let him go the next day. He’ll be out soon enough.”

“I don’t know about that. With RICO laws these days-” I break off as I notice that she’s distracted by something on her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just adding pictures to my dating profile.”

My eyebrows just about hit the ceiling. “Excuse me, adding what to yourwhat?”

“My dating profile,” she tells me sweetly. “I wanted to upload some of the bikini pictures from my trip to Europe.”

“I… bikini pictures?” I sputter.

“Yeah.” She holds up her phone. “This is me on the beach in Italy. I look cute, don’t I?”

I snatch the phone from her hand. It’s one of thosehere’s-my-assphotos where she’s looking over her shoulder with her back to the camera. Blood rushes to my cock as I see that her ass is covered only by the thin strap of a thong.

Fuck, she looks good.

“You’re going to delete these photos from the app right now,” I growl, handing the phone back to her, “and you’re not going to answer messages from anybody. In fact, you’re going to delete the app right now while I watch.”

Ayla shakes her head. “Sorry, too late. I already have a date planned for tomorrow, and another the next day.”

“Have you forgotten that you’re mywife?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten anything. This marriage is nothing more than anarrangement, as you made perfectly clear. That’s fine. We don’t have to have feelings for each other. I can get that from someone else.”

Possessive rage rips through me. “Are you trying to get these guys killed?”

“Nope. I might try to get them naked, though…”

I grab the phone back from her and fumble with the screen, trying to find her inbox in the app. “God dammit, how do I work this thing?”

“Bottom-right corner,” she offers helpfully. “There you go.”

“You are going to message both these guys and cancel your dates. Tell them you’re too busy getting your pussy filled by yourhusband.”

“Well, that would be awfully rude of me.” There’s a triumphant gleam in her eye now. I know I’m giving her the exact reaction she wanted, but I don’t care. The thought of somebody else having her makes me ready to fucking lose it.

“Let me make one thing clear,” I growl. “You go on dates with either of these men, it’ll be the last date they ever go on.”

“Okay, now you’re just being silly. I know you wouldn’t-”

“I would doanythingto keep you as mine,” I tell her, my voice deadly serious. “I’d even wear a ghost mask to stop someone else from fucking you at a party.”

It takes a moment for my words to sink in. When they do, her jaw drops. “That was… Wait, no, but that doesn’t make sense. That wasn’t you. I saw his face.”

“Did you see it after he came back from the bathroom? Or when you were running from the police?”

Ayla’s eyes widen in shock. “Oh my god! You motherfucker! You took his mask? You… Where was he?”

I smirk. “Unconscious in the bathroom. Now delete your fucking dating profile like a good girl so I can pin you down and stretch your little pussy open the way you deserve.”

She stares at me. “You’re insane.”

“Completely insane. Delete it. Now. Or you’re going to get a spanking.”

Her cheeks go bright red, and she doesn’t meet my eyes. But to my satisfaction, she navigates immediately to her phone’s settings and uninstalls the app. “There. Happy?”

“That’s better,” I rasp, my eyes exploring her body. “Come here, now. Off the couch.”

She eyes me defiantly. “Why?”

A low growl rumbles in my throat and I pick her physically off the couch, ignoring her squeals. “So I can remind mywifewho fucking owns her.”

She provides only token resistance, allowing me to pull her off the furniture and deposit her feet on the floor. “Yourarrangedwife.”

I cut off any further words by pressing my lips roughly against hers. She stiffens for a second, then gives in to it, her soft body pressing against mine. My hands move almost magnetically to her ass, and I walk her backwards to the wall.

“I told you before,” I growl, pinning her in place with my size, “when I was fucking your cunt with the vibrator in that hotel room. From now on, you belong to me. Nobody else will ever have you. There isnothingI will not do to enforce that.”

Ayla lets out a growl of her own, grinding her crotch into my thigh. She writhes against me, half fighting, half getting herself off.

I can feel my cock stiffening. “You like being tamed, don’t you? You like the feeling of being overpowered, of playing the game and losing?”

She moans, a throaty sound, grinding herself against me. “Oh fuck, Alessio…”

I take a hold of her ponytail, pulling her head back. “Answer me, Ayla.”

She whimpers. “I… can’t. I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be,” I breathe. “Don’t ever be embarrassed for wanting what you want. Whatever dirty, embarrassing things you need from me, I’ve pictured myself doing something twice as filthy to you.”

Her eyes flash with interest. “What’s a filthy thing you’ve pictured yourself doing to me?”

“Putting you on your knees,” I growl, “and fucking your pretty little mouth the same way as your pussy.”

Ayla bites her lip. “So why don’t you?”

Fuckkkk. She’s exactly who I hoped she’d be. Keeping my grip on her ponytail, I push her down to the floor so she’s pinned between my hips and the wall. She looks up at me with big eyes, her mouth hanging open.

“You look so fucking perfect like that,” I groan, unbuckling my pants. “Such a good girl. Keep that mouth open for me.”

Ayla’s eyes follow my cock as I free it from my pants. My shaft is thick, veins snaking up its length, and right now, it’sthrobbing.

“Take it in your mouth,” I rasp, my attention entirely fixed.

She obeys. I sigh with pleasure as her lips close around the head of my cock. “Fuck, Ayla, your little mouth feels so good.” My breathing gets hoarse as she takes me deeper, mouth enveloping more of my shaft. “Good girl. You can tap my leg if you’re going to gag.”

I’m in heaven as she starts to suck my cock, getting comfortable taking more of me. For someone who I can tell is inexperienced, she does a good job of keeping her teeth out of the equation. When I think I’ve gotten a feel for the limits of her gag reflex, I grip her hair, holding her head in place.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Are you ready for that?”

She nods, not taking her lips off my cock. I groan, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. “God damn, baby girl, you’re so good at that… Look how much of me you’re taking. That’s gotta be the first 6 inches. Think we can go for 7?”

Ayla nods again, her eyes starting to tear up.

“Such a good girl for me,” I whisper, filling her throat with the rest of my shaft and holding it there. “Such a perfect little mouth for my cock. I’m going to keep fucking that mouth, okay, baby?”

I hold her head as I move my hips, thrusting into her throat. A tear trickled down her cheek and she moved her hand as if to tap my leg, but then held back.

“Okay?” I ask, stroking her cheek. She murmurs an affirmative, the sound muffled.

Groaning in satisfaction, I keep fucking her throat. “Wow, you really don’t have much of a gag reflex. That feels so fucking good. Yessss…”

Pleasure floods through me as I come. A husky groan escapes with every breath, my cock pumping into her as she sucks me. I lean against the wall to stay upright, reeling. Ayla looks up at me, sucking the last drop out of the tip.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “I can barely think. You want to swallow that for me, baby?”

My wife maintains eye contact as she swallows my cum. I groan, my cock still twitching.