The Mafia’s Obsession

Alessio

Six weeks later

Even though I’ve only been out of town for a week, I feel some anxiety lift when I spot Ayla waiting for me at the airport. She’s dressed as I instructed, in a short skirt and this yellow crop top that I like.

Immediately, my mind wanders between her legs. I want to know if she’s followed my other instruction as well.

She sees me and comes striding over. “How was your flight?”

“Uneventful,” I say, glad to squeeze her again. “Come here.”

I pull her into a deep, shameless kiss, not caring about anyone else around us in the airport. In this moment, she’s the only thing that exists.

“You dressed exactly how I asked,” I whisper in her ear, breaking the kiss.

“Commanded, more than asked,” Ayla whispers back. “And I’m wearingeverythingyou said.”

Blood rushes to my cock at the thought. I move my hand to her waist, guiding her in the direction of the exit.

“Okay, okay, someone’s in a hurry,” she giggles.

When we get to the car, I can barely contain myself. “Passenger seat,” I order, stuffing my suitcase in the trunk and slamming it shut. To my satisfaction, she obeys me immediately.

I climb into the driver’s seat. “Take those panties off and spread your legs for me.”

She looks slightly shocked. “Do you really-”

“If I have to say it again, I’m stuffing them in your mouth.”

Flushing, she does as I command. A growl rumbles in my throat as I lean over, peering at her wet, swollen pussy and the hint of a jeweled butt plug peeking from between her cheeks.

“I love how wet it makes your pussy, wearing that plug in public,” I breathe, transfixed.

“That and obeying you,” she admits. “Wow, I’m really wet.”

I put the car into gear. “Touch yourself while I drive us home.”

She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. Without another word, she starts rubbing her pussy.

“Good girl,” I tell her, putting a hand on her thigh.

It’s as we’re driving through downtown Bover City that she starts to whimper.

“I’m close,” Ayla gasps, clenching her legs. “Can I come? Please can I come?”

“No,” I tell her flatly.

“What? Please!”

“Not yet, Ave.”

“Whyyy?”she whimpers. “You fucking dick!”

I smirk at the insult. “Somebody needs a spanking. We’ll revisit that remark when we get home. Have you been wearing your plug for me while I was away?”

She’s been instructed to wear her plug every day for the last week, for increasing amounts of time. My way of preparing her for me.

“Yes,” says Ayla, her voice shaking.

“Good. After your punishment, I’m going to claim your ass.”

***

I can tell Ayla is going nuts from when I made her touch herself in the car. Good. I like her needy. Nothing gives me that rush of power more than knowing she’s desperate for a release only I can provide. She follows me from the car to the house, face very red.

“Hands on the wall,” I growl the moment we get inside. “Leaning forward, butt out.”

She doesn’t do it immediately, so I grab her by the waist and force her into position, eliciting a squeal. Flipping up her skirt, I deliver several hard spanks. “Want to tell me again who’s a fucking dick?”

“You are, obviously.”

“I missed you too,” I taunt, pressing on the plug in her ass until she gasps. “I can tell you’ve really been needing me to put you in your place.”

“Asshole-ow!”

I rain spanks down on her ass, pinning her arms behind her back when she attempts to cover herself. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let all that defiance out. You won’t need it when I’m claiming your tight little hole.”

Ayla lets out a growl, pushing against me, and almost manages to escape from where I’m punishing her. I grab her by the waist to stop her, then fling her over my shoulder and carry her to the living room.

“Okay, over my knee,” I say, sitting down on the couch and forcing her into an undignified bent-over position across my lap. I pin her legs with one of mine so she can’t escape. “Time for the spanking you so clearly need.”

I spank Ayla until her breathing is heavy and I can see my handprint on her ass.

“Okay,” she whimpers finally. “I’ll be good.”

I grab a handful of her hair. “Do you mean that, or are you just saying it?”

“I mean it.”

“Why don’t you show me. Let’s see you get on your knees and swallow my cock now.”

Shivering, she sinks to the floor, kneeling in front of me. I smirk, staring down at her. “Unbuckle me.”

Ayla does it, eyes fixed on my cock as she takes it out of my pants. Fuck, I missed this.

“You know what to do.”

I sigh as her lips wrap around my shaft.

“Let me see how deep you can go.”

She makes eye contact, almost gagging as she tries to go deeper.

“There you go, good girl.” I move my hand to the back of her head, keeping her on my cock. She looks at me with wide eyes, and after a few seconds, a tear trickled down her cheek.

“Yes,” I whisper. “You’re doing such a good job taking this cock. Just let me fuck this little mouth now.”

I cup Ayla’s chin as I thrust into her throat, watching her eyes get red and teary. Every so often, I reach down and spank her ass, making her squeal.

“There’s my good fucking girl,” I growl. “Fuck yes. That’s exactly what I fucking need. Oh fuck.”

My cock twitches and I hold Ayla still, stopping the stimulation. I’m not ready to come yet.

“Okay,” I breathe, pulling her mouth off my cock. “Okay. I’m going to fuck your ass now, okay, baby?”

***

Ayla

Involuntarily, my muscles clench around the plug. I’m a total fucking mess, with spit running down my chin and wetness leaking down my thighs. I came so close to coming in the car ride, and it was so hard to pull back. Now my whole body is screaming for release.

Alessio keeps his fist in my hair as he walks me to the bedroom, controlling me tightly. When we reach the bed, he bends me roughly over the side, holding me down by the back of my neck and giving my ass a spank.

“Where are you about to take my cock, Ayla?”

“My ass,” I squeak in a small voice. Alessio likes making me say dirty things, and even though I’ve gotten a bit better at it, it still makes me so embarrassed.

His voice is husky. “That’s right. Relax for me now.”

I do my best to relax as he slides the plug out of me. All of a sudden, I feel empty. I’ve been wearing it for a while.

“Goddamn, your little hole is so nice,” comes his voice from behind me. My cheeks get hot as his finger starts to circle my asshole, slick with lube. Then he puts something in my hand, and I realize that it’s a vibrator. “You’re going to use this on your clit.”

Fumbling at the buttons, I click the vibrator on. I must have a Pavlovian response to that sound, because immediately, my pussy begins to tingle. I press the toy to my clit, pleasure emanating through me.

Alessio groans and his hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. His cock presses against my hole, straining, and it’s so intense that a whimper escapes me.

“You’re doing such a good job,” my husband praises me. “Just keep relaxing for me so you can take this cock where it belongs.”

“Oh fuckkkk!”I moan out loud as he breaks through my body’s resistance and his cock slides all the way inside my ass. “Oh my God, fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, stroking my hair. “Just take a moment to get used to me.”

He feels so big. Sobig. All I can do is breathe and adapt to the overwhelming new sensation.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. Stay like that while I fuck you now.”

He starts to move himself inside me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He feels so much deeper than when he fucks my pussy, so much tighter, so much…more. It’s right on that line between pain and pleasure, like I’m so tight, I can barely take him.

“That’s it,” he growls, starting to move faster. “Just like that… Fuck yes, take this fucking cock…”

My fingers scramble at the sheets in front of me. “Yes,” I gasp. “Alessio, I want you to fucking use me…”

He snarls, spanking my ass, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he thrusts faster. “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God…”

My pussy starts to twitch as I rub it with the vibrator, and I realize that I’m perilously close to orgasm.

“Please, let me come!” I beg, any hint of dignity forgotten. “Please, I need it, please…”

“You can come,” Alessio growls, his voice strained. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming too…”

I grind the vibrator furiously against my clit as he rails my ass, cock starting to pulse. My orgasm continues as his thrusting slows. “Oh my fucking-”

My voice goes silent, like the pleasure went so high, I got stuck on mute. I white out, my brain glitching, ass clenching around my husband’s cock.

“Good girl,” Alessio whispers when my twitching stills, stroking my back. He’s still inside me. “Fuck, Ave, I needed you so fucking bad.”