Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“That’s right. Bad girls get hard spankings.” I quietly get off from my chair and undress. Her chest rises and falls faster, her breath hitches. The little tremble of her thighs raises a flag for me.

“And they don’t get to come home and masturbate over the memory either.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, her eyes fling open. I lean over the side of the bed and clamp my hand down over hers, stilling all movement.

A protest bursts onto her face, raw panic pulls her mouth into a pout. And fuck me if that doesn’t make my cock even harder.

Nicole is a far stronger woman than I ever would have thought I’d find myself latched onto. She takes no shit from anyone, which only makes these moments when she bends to my will all the sweeter.

“Jakub,” she whines. “Please.”

I shake my head with a grin. “No, sweet girl. You have to make me feel good first.” I move my hand from her cunt to my own cock, wrapping my fingers around my thick shaft.

She licks at her lips and quickly rolls to her belly, scrambling to the edge of the bed. When she reaches for my cock, I push her hand away.

“No, no. Lie on your back, drop your head off the side,” I order her.

A moment of confusion crosses her eyes, but she doesn’t wait to ask questions. Flipping around again, she scoots backward until her head is hanging off the bed, her mouth even with my cock when I straddle her face.

“That’s a good girl. Do as you’re told and you’ll get to come. Now open that mouth of yours.” I push the head of my cock against her moist lips and she parts them for me.

“This dirty mouth got you in trouble earlier; let’s see if it can make things all better for you now,” I say just before I thrust hard into her mouth, over her tongue and straight down her throat.

She gags instantly, but I wrap my hand around her throat, holding her in place. Fuck, it feels too fucking good to pull out, but I have to. I don’t leave her mouth all the way, just enough for her get some air.

“Breathe deep, baby,” I tell her and once I see her chest fill, I plow forward again. My balls hit her nose and a jolt of lightning ricochets through my cock.

“Play with your pussy for me, sweet girl. Finger yourself again,” I tell her as I continue to fuck my wife’s face, down her throat, while squeezing.

Obediently, she slips her hand between her thighs, and she’s back at it, rubbing and fucking herself. She’s too confident to be shy about this. I may have startled her earlier, but she’s all in now.

Fuuuuck, she’s perfect. As my cock glides over her hot, wet tongue she swivels it, hitting the sensitive spot beneath the head of my dick. I plunge forward, dropping my hand to the bed to keep from falling onto her.

“You better hurry if you want to come, Nicole. I’m not waiting on you tonight. Make yourself come before I do, or you get nothing.” My balls pull tight, the familiar tingle building in my spine. I mean what I say, I’m not waiting on her.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s then I see the tremor in her thigh again. She’s going to come, she’s so close.

“Come, bad girl, come for me. Show me you can be good. Show me you want to be my good girl,” I say even though the words bring my orgasm too close to ignore.

One more thrust of her fingers and she’s screaming her release. The vibrations of her moans hit my cock. My stomach clenches, my back stiffens, then my breath sticks in my chest. Waves of pleasure compound and drown out my own cry of release as my orgasm rages within.

I pull back from her throat, letting my cum spurt across her tongue and her chin as my vision fades at the edges. She’s settled beneath me, licking at the tip of my dick while I try to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” I say, pushing off the bed and straightening up to my full height. “No, let me help you.” I sit on the bed beside her, my cock still hard for her. She sits up, wiping her hand across her chin where several drops of milky white cum have landed.

As I watch, she wipes them onto the back of her hand then licks it clean. I clench my jaw. Fuck me, how did I ever let this woman out of my sight all those years ago? I should have chased her down right then and dragged her ass back to Chicago.

“You’re going to kill me,” I mutter and get to my feet. I duck into the closet and pull on a pair of boxers and grab a nightgown from her side.

“Did you have a good night at the club?” she asks when I return with her nightgown.

“It was fine. What did you do?” I ask, looking around the room. Everything’s put away, no books laid out, no evidence she’s even been in the room all night.

“You mean besides…” Her attempt to tease me sends another blush across her cheeks.

I laugh and hop into bed beside her, pulling the thick blankets over my legs. My girl likes it cold when she sleeps, so the air conditioner is turned up making the room more an icebox than a bedroom. Not that my body even realized it while I had my cock shoved down her tight throat.

“Yes, besides that.” I pull her up to me once she’s under the covers with me. “And about that… you keep your hands away from your pussy unless I know about it.”

This dictate earns me a raised brow. “Seriously?”

“Damn right.” I nod, but I’m not delusional. I fully expect her to rebel against this rule first chance she gets. I can only hope I get to catch her in the act.

She rolls her eyes, then scoots down until she can lay her head against my chest. I wrap my arm around her, enjoying the feel of her body against me. I’ve snuggled women before, but never has it felt so… intimate. I press a kiss to the top of her head.

“I read for a bit, took a bath. Watched the news.” Her words are followed by a yawn.

It’s not late, but she’s stolen my energy.

“You watched TV?” I ask, a little surprised.

She snuggles further into me. “I had it on while I ate. That sushi you sent over was amazing by the way.”

I hate sushi even more than Thai food, but she’s big on it. “Good.”

“I’ve had the taste for soup lately. Maybe I’ll make some borscht tomorrow night.”

“You can cook?”

“When I want to. My mom used to make it on my birthday, it was my favorite soup. We had on it Christmas Eve every year, but she made it special on my birthday.”

It’s the first time she’s talked about her mother willingly.

“She wasn’t always a drug addict. It was just the last year before she overdosed. Dad was working more and more, and they fought a lot. I think she finally realized what he did to earn a living. I think it was her way of rebelling against him, but it backfired.”

I remain still, letting her talk.

“After she died, we moved a few times before we ended up here in Chicago. This was the longest we stayed in one place before we moved to New York. I think Dad was trying to outrun his guilt.” She shrugs then yawns again. “I’m sleepy.”

“I can see that,” I whisper, enjoying this peek into her. She’s always had to be strong. Always had to be ready to go. And with the work her dad did, they were able to move around as much as he wanted. There’s always someone to hurt somewhere in the world for a few bucks.

I say nothing else for a few minutes before I realize she’s fallen asleep. Another look around the room, at the lack of her possessions, the lack of her touch.

She’s still ready to leave everything behind and run.