The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

I spend the next 24 hours constantly in some combination of naked, bound, gagged, and taking dick. Alessio unties me only as much as is necessary for me to eat and fulfill bodily functions, and other than that, I’m either getting fucked or tied up like a piece of furniture, completely immobile while he goes about his day.

That evening, he packs up his suitcase while I’m tied to the bed in the same bent-over position I’ve been holding for the last hour. I’m naked and gagged, and also wearing the plug. Every time he passes by, he takes a moment to feel me up, usually finishing with a spank. I’m used to it by this point, but it still doesn’t make me feel any less dominated as he comes up behind me, slides a finger through my pussy lips to check my wetness, then presses on the plug until I whimper.

“It’s so cute the way your butt wiggles when I play with the plug,” says Alessio. He gives my ass a little slap. “You’re giving me such a pretty view, bent over like that.”

I grunt in frustration, the words muffled.

Another light spank, this time on the other cheek. “I love the way it ripples.” He brushes my clit, causing my whole body to shake. “But the really fun part is, there’s something I know about this situation that you don’t.”

I turn over my shoulder to look at him, confused. I really don’t know what he’s talking about.

He just grins, putting a hand in his pocket.

And then my entire reality explodes.

I cry out, back arching, fingers gripping the sheets with what little slack my restraints allow me. Incredible, shocking pleasure emanates from my lower parts, accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound…

“Yeah,” he says smugly, “the plug you’re wearing is a different one from before. And this one vibrates. And comes with a remote control.”

Motherfucker.

I can barely process what’s happening. The vibration of the plug is shattering, and my body is so sensitive from being held here, turned on but denied.

The vibration stops. Alessio pulls a little white plastic remote out of his pocket, showing it to me. “You see this button? It turns the vibrations on and off.”

He clicks it twice, demonstrating. I gasp at the sudden jolt. He watches me, clearly enjoying himself.

“Do you want to know what this other button does?”

“Unnhh?” I reply through my ball gag.

His eyelids lower. “It changes the intensity.”

A couple more clicks on the remote have me writhing in place as he ups the strength of the vibration. He reaches behind my head, and I feel him unbuckling the gag.

“Oh my god… I can’t… it’s so intense…”

Grinning, Alessio presses the button again, and the plug starts vibrating even more ferociously. My breathing gets faster, and I can barely string words together even though my mouth is finally free.

“Well,” he says calmly as I squirm and moan, “I was going to finish packing up the suitcase. But I think I’m actually going to take a break. Because I can’t resist fucking your pussy right now.” He walks behind me and grabs my hips, pulling them into place at the edge of the bed. “Stay like this. Don’t lose the position.”

A deep, wailing moan comes out of my lips as my husband unbuckles his pants and slides himself inside me. Fuck, I’m so full. I scoot forward instinctively, but he wrenches me back into place, spanking my ass.

“Stay, Ayla.”

“I’m trying,” I whimper, the sensation overwhelming as his thick cock bottoms out. “Alessio, oh my fucking…”

“That’s right,” he growls, pressing my face into the bed. “Take this fucking cock. Just like that. Just like fucking that. Oh fuck, that’s a good girl. Yeah, squeeze my cock with your pussy just like that…”

His words devolve into animal growls and his fingers dig deeper into my soft flesh. Soon, the thrusting becomes so powerful that my whole body is moving on the bed, pulling at the restraints. He keeps fucking me until his growls get throaty and his cock twitches inside me, filling me with his sticky warmth.

“That was so fucking good,” he grunts, slapping my ass as he pulls out. “I just…fuck.”

I whimper, trying to grind my clit on the edge of the bed. The plug in my ass is still buzzing, and I’m desperate for a release.

Alessio spreads my pussy with his fingers, making me moan. “I love leaving my cum inside you. Feels like marking my fucking territory.”

I sigh as I feel another vibrator press against my clit.

“Are you ready to come for me now, Ayla?”

I nod eagerly.

“Words.”

“Yes,” I tell him, blushing.

“Yes, what?”

It takes everything I have to control my glare. “Yes, I’m ready to come for you.”

He smiles. “Good girl. But you know I’m going to make you beg for it.”

A defiant growl rumbles in my throat, earning me a spank.

“You know you’re just making it sweeter for me when you finally give in.”

Another growl, another spank. He keeps working the vibrator on my clit, and I can’t help but grind myself against it. Before long, my breathing is heavy and I’m feeling the tingles of a coming climax.

“Please,” I whisper, “can I come?”

His response is a chuckle. “That didn’t sound very much like begging to me.”

I keep grinding myself on the vibrator, but he pulls it back slightly, not allowing me to get the full stimulation.

“Please, I want to come!”

“Better. Keep begging.”

Oh, fuck, I can’t take this anymore.”Please!”I beg, desperately chasing the vibrator with my clit. “Please, sir, can I come?”

There’s a deep satisfaction in Alessio’s voice now. He presses the vibrator against me, using the perfect amount of pressure. “Nowthatsounded like begging. Good girl, Ayla. You can come for me now.”

“Thank you…oh my god, yes…”

My toes start to curl as my eyes roll back.

***

Alessio

I give Ayla zero chance to escape, all the way up until the point that our bags are packed and it’s time to get picked up by boat. To her consternation, I walk her out to the dock still wearing the collar and the leash.

“You know, this is the first time I’ve worn clothes in days,” she comments, looking down at her crop top and shorts. “Almost feels weird.”

“That’s what the leash is for,” I tell her, grinning. “To maintain some consistency.”

She blushes. “And the plug?”

I wink, noticing the boat getting bigger in the distance. “That’s for me to have fun. I suppose I should take the collar off now.”

Ayla glances at the boat, and then back at me. “Yeah, I suppose you should.”

I unbuckle it, gently kissing her neck where the leather once sat. She sighs softly.

“You’re still mine,” I whisper, clicking the remote in my pocket. My wife gasps, her whole body stiffening as the vibrator comes to life.

***

I keep teasing her on the plane ride back, turning the vibration on whenever I feel like it. Eventually, I just leave it on the highest setting, watching with pleasure as Ayla squirms in her seat, moaning. Soon she starts to touch herself, and it makes me so incredibly satisfied when she looks up at me as her climax gets nearer.

“Can I come, please?”

I smile. “Such a good girl. Yeah, come for me, Ave.”

I start to rub my cock through my pants as I watch her bring herself to orgasm, her hips jerking. I love that she’s asking permission now without being prompted, and that she’s so comfortable touching herself in front of me. She really is my fucking pet.