Arranged Mafia Marriage

Michael

She peers up at me from under her lashes. Her dark hair about her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, she chews on her lower lip and the blood rushes to my groin. As if I weren’t hard enough already. I drag my arm to the side, force my fingers to relax.

“Tick-Tock, Beauty.”

She makes a sound deep in her throat, one I am already coming to recognize. That almost subvocal note half-way between a snarl and frustration. My dick lengthens further. At this rate, I am going to jizz myself in my pants, and before she’s even touched that part of my body. Focus, focus. I draw in a breath, pull back my shoulders.

“Perhaps I should take the lead-”

“No.” She scuttles forward, undoes my belt, then seizes the zipper on my pants and lowers it, along with my briefs. My dick springs free.

“Oh.” Her mouth forms a circle; her pale lips shorn of lipstick beckon. My balls tighten. My fingers tingle. I’d told her to blow me; doesn’t mean I am going to let her control the proceedings.

“Drop your head, take me down your throat.”

She swallows.

“Do it.”

She folds her fingers around the base of my shaft and sparks explode behind my eyeballs. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have told her to do this. I am revealing too much of myself, in just how my body responds to her.

I grab the armrests, dig my fingers in.

“That all you got?”

She tips her chin up and her green eyes spark fire. Something hot stabs at my chest. This woman, she’s a fighter. A survivor, like me. Who will break first? Me or her? It has to be her. It will be her, if it’s the last thing I do.

“Maybe you’re scared, huh? Maybe you’re just like your old man, all talk, no-” She lowers her chin, licks my dick from base to head. Lust slams into my groin.

She swirls her pink tongue around the swollen appendage, licks off the precum oozing from the slit. I hold her gaze, lower my chin. One side of my mouth curls and a deep red stains the creamy skin of her neck. Fascinating. I could spend hours…days exploring every millimeter of that gorgeous expanse of womanhood, wring orgasm after orgasm from her, play her body like it’s a finely-tuned musical instrument…

But I want more. I need her open and thirsting for what only I can give her. I have to own her, body and soul, until her every emotion is mine to read. Her every thought is mine to foresee. Her every wish…mine…only mine to grant. If I so deem it.

Hmm. A fierce sensation fans to life deep in my groin. I track it as it spreads up my spine, to my extremities, until it seems to envelope every inch of my body. What would it take for this woman to give up all her secrets to me…willingly? That would be a first. A different challenge. Something I’ve been searching for… for quite a while.

I widen my legs even more, pump my hips forward. My swollen shaft slaps her across her lips. She flinches. I glare at her and she pales. I tilt my head. She stiffens her shoulders, squeezes the base of my cock. Then she opens her mouth, drops her chin and takes me down her throat…in one go.

Che cazzo! It’s clearly not her first blowjob… And I had thought, what? That she was innocent? No way. I had been fooled by her youth, her feistiness. Well, no more. It works better this way, for both of us. I don’t have to feel guilty for what I am going to put her through, hmm?

She sucks in her cheeks, and I feel the pull all the way down to my balls.

She pulls back, saliva drooling down her chin, dragging the rough edge of her tongue across the underside of my shaft. The pulse thrums to life at my wrists, my temples, even at the backs of my eyelids. Goddam her. She pauses, with her lips framing my cock, and my balls draw up. I can’t hold out any more. Damn her.

I swoop down, dig my fingers into her hair. I tug and her neck arches. I wrap my other hand around her neck. She swallows. Every hesitant vibration strums over my palm, sinks into my blood. My heart begins to thud. This is too carnal, too real. This isn’t how I intended it to be. I thought I was in control? I was wrong. As long as she is near me, I’ll never be able to manage my reactions. I pull her back until my dick slips from her mouth with a wet sound that has me instantly twitching again. Hell. I release her.

She sits back on her knees. A tear trickles from the corner of her eyes. I reach forward to swipe it away, and she flinches. Anger squeezes my guts. I tuck myself back in, zip my pants.

She blinks.

“Go,” I jerk my chin toward the seat.

“But.” She scowls at me.

“Do it, before I change my mind.”

She scrambles back and sinks into her seat, snaps her seatbelt back on. What an obedient little girl. Was she as willing to please whoever she had administered blowjobs to earlier? I squeeze my fingers at my sides. The blood throbs in my veins. Why am I so angry at the thought of her with any other man? I had no claim over her…yet. I need to keep it that way. I need to find a way to keep my distance until I have decided what to do with her.

I spring up to my feet, stalk away from her.

“Michael?”

I freeze, turn on her. “You haven’t earned the right to call me by my name.”

She huffs. “So, what should I call you? Asshole?”

“Lord or Master will do well enough.”

“Okay, Lord Asshole it is, unless you prefer Master Asshole?”

I chuckle, then firm my lips. “You have a sense of humor. Good. You are going to need it over the next few days.”

She pales, then squares her shoulders, “If you think you are going to scare me into doing what you want, you have another think coming, buster.” Her green eyes flare with a hidden fire. Color smears her cheeks. She’s truly magnificent. And I need to get my head examined for finding her so attractive.

She’s the woman from your dreams, you asshole. You’ve been looking for her. And now I found her… and all she is, is a debt I intend to reclaim.

I curl my lips, then turn and stalk away, hellbent on finding a way to take care of the raging hardness that tents my pants.

“Wait,” she calls out.

Now what? I glare at her over my shoulder.

She twists her fingers in front of her. “Why did you…stop?”

I tilt my head, “Didn’t you want me to?”

“N…no, that’s not what I meant. I thought that…”

“I wanted you?”

She stiffens, then jerks her chin.

“You thought wrong. I wanted to see how willing you’d be to fulfill my wishes. Seems you are ready and able to do my bidding… Too willing. It’s not enough of a challenge.” I yawn. “I don’t play with little girls, Beauty.”

Her face pales. “I’m nineteen, you prick.”

And I’m a full twenty years older than her. I’d known it, of course, when I had taken her… But having her throw her age in my face…makes the age gap even more of a reality. Of course, twenty years is nothing in the Mafia world. There are other Capo’s who’ve married girls thirty years their junior. They swear by the fact that a younger wife keeps them young at heart, too. Only, I hadn’t ever thought I’d be one of them. Hell, knowing the age gap hadn’t stopped me from being attracted to her from the moment I saw her. Besides, she’s here as an asset. All I have to do is use her as I see fit to consolidate my plans. That’s all this is-a means to an end. There is no reason to attach any other significance to it.

I shake my head. “What you are, is pathetic.”

“You didn’t think so when you kidnapped me.” She snaps her teeth at me. Cute. I almost smile, then school my features into a semblance of seriousness.

“I kidnapped you because you owe me.”

“My father owes you.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s not the same thing.” She draws herself up to her full height.

“Frankly I found the entire experience boring.”

Her chin wobbles. Porco Giuda! I hurt her. But that was the idea, right? It’s why I took her in the first place. So she can pay for the sins of her father. I squeeze my hands at my side, then look her in the eye, “Figured I’d find a woman, a real woman, to take care of my needs. Know what I mean?”

She pales.

A hot sensation stabs at my chest. I glance away, then up as the stewardess approaches me. I snap my fingers and her eyes light up. “On your knees; you know what to do.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.