The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

“What? I can’t hear you,” I say to Alessio as he rages at me from the other side of the window. “I’m going upstairs to take a nap. I’ll talk to you later?”

I go upstairs, tremendously pleased with myself. I’d say I’m winning this kinky game of hide and seek.

The sound of breaking glass from below instantly causes me to rethink. Peering down the stairwell to the bottom floor, I see my husband reaching through the glass panel on one of the doors to unlock it. He lets himself inside.

Shit. Not winning.

He rushes to the staircase and starts stomping up it, forcing me to run up the steps. At this point, it feels pointless: I’m trapped. Unless I can go out a window…

As I fumble with the window screen, I hear his feet hit the second floor. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away from the window.

“Nice fucking try,” he growls, pushing me all the way down to the floor and pinning me roughly. He forces my hands behind my back and cuffs them, then he slides the collar back around my neck. “That’s better,” he says smugly, buckling it closed and clipping on the leash. “Got you right back where you belong.”

I try to struggle, but he just laughs, holding me in place by the collar and covering my ass with stinging spanks.

“No, no, you don’t get to exert any control over the situation now. Not anymore. Now it’s just me in charge, and you getting punished.”

I take shaky breaths as he stands over me, pulling off his leather belt.

“Spread your legs, Ayla.”

When I ignore him, he pries my legs apart and gives me several harsh spanks as I whimper.

“From now on, I will acceptzerodisobedience. You submit your body to me in every fucking way or get disciplined for it.”

He spanks my ass a few more times with his hand, and then I wince as he slides the leather belt up my inner thigh, tapping it against my pussy.

“Oh!”I gasp as it hits my clit, giving me a pleasurable tingle.

Slap! Alessio smacks my pussy with the belt, causing me to yelp.

“This is what happens, Ayla. You had your fun. Now you pay the price.”

He keeps spanking my pussy with the belt, forcing me back into position whenever I hunch my back or close my legs. It’s humiliating, and I have no choice but to submit.

“Back in position, Ave,” he warns me, slapping the belt back and forth across my inner thighs as my legs start to close. “Don’t let me see you close these again.”

“Fuck,” I gasp, feeling so dominated, I can hardly speak. I part my legs again, then moan as my clit gets another sharp hit from the belt.

“Okay, we’re going to put the plug back in,” says Alessio, patting my ass.

***

Alessio

Ayla whimpers as I push the plug into her tight little hole. She’s going to submit to me now in ways she hasn’t before.

“That’s one hole plugged. Now for the other.” I press the ball gag into her mouth and buckle it behind her head. Her whole body shakes as she crouches facedown on the floor, hands behind her back.

But it’s not enough. I want to take everything from her. Every sense, every ability, every option she has other than to receive. Retrieving my bag of toys, I wrap a blindfold around her head, making sure there’s no gap for the light to leak in.

Next come the earplugs, and then over that, the noise-blocking earmuffs I use at the shooting range. She starts squirming at this point, as though realizing how truly vulnerable she is, and I take that moment to wiggle the plug, making her whimper.

“Yeah, you’re really mine now,” I say to my helpless little toy, giving her ass a slap. I pick her up and lead her over to the bed by her collar. She submits more readily now, relying on me to guide her safely now that I’ve taken her vision.

I secure each of Ayla’s limbs to a bedpost so she’s spread-eagle on the mattress. Then I go around and make sure that all of the connections have zero slack, leaving no room for her to move. I step back, watching her acclimate to her new environment.

She twitches her various body parts, testing the range she has to work with. AKA, basically nothing. A moan escapes her.

Perfect. Just the way it should be.

Satisfied, I go downstairs to pour myself a drink. I’m going to make her wait for a while before I play with her some more.

***

When I come back upstairs, Ayla is right where I left her. The first thing I do is check her pussy, which is dripping wet as I expected. She startles when I first touch her, clearly not having realized I was in the room.

I grope her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she moans into the ball gag. Then I give each breast a slap, and then her pussy for good measure. She gasps, having no way to tell what’s coming next.

Next, I get my belt again. Ayla’s tummy ripples as I brush the leather down her body, teasing it between her legs. Her thighs quiver, and I love knowing that she’s unable to close them.

I keep stroking her with the belt, letting it brush against her pussy every time it goes past. Soon, her breathing starts to sync up with it, like she’s expecting the little jolt of pleasure when the leather touches her clit.

The next time my belt slides between her thighs, I pull it back and give her pussy a smack.

“Hhhhhhnnnhhh”Ayla moans, cunt twitching. I cackle and do it again.

Her pussy is pink and swollen now, gleaming with wetness. Groaning with desire, I pull down my pants and climb on top of her. My wife sighs, feeling my weight. The head of my cock presses against her pussy lips, then I thrust it inside, pulling back only once to gather more wetness before pushing it all the way in.

I fuck Ayla until I come inside her, holding the leash attached to her neck. When I’m done, I take the vibrator out from my bag and hold it against her clit until her toes curl.

Then I stop. She fights against her restraints, groaning. I just smile, my fingers lightly stroking her wet, swollen pussy as it twitches in desperation.

I don’t bother taking out the gag. I know she’s frustrated and needy, and I don’t care.

I’m going to torture my wife even more before I let her come. And there’s nothing she can do about it.