Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

With a rumble in his chest, he came forward.

‘Little one.’ He growled. I remained where I was, looking up at him, my love in my eyes.

He pulled me to my feet and fisting my hair, jerked me around, moulding me to his body. I could feel his hardness against my back and I trembled, in longing and a strange kind of fear. He looked as though he was about to give way to his darkest desires.

I tried to look at him, there were times when I felt he was trying to drive me away, when he would be vulgar on purpose, hurt me with his harsh use of my body deliberately. But I knew I loved him enough to take it, to wait for the storm to pass over.

Now I let my body relax against him, slowly.

“Yes.’ I whispered.’ Whatever you wish to do to me, My Master.’

“Damn you,’ he growled and jerked me closer, a fist in my long brown hair, holding me still as he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking and then sinking his teeth into me, hurting me. I whimpered, shuddering in want , pain and pleasure becoming one as I felt the familiar tingling in my belly, the wetness gathering between my thighs. I groaned, aware of the rush of heat between my thighs. I wanted him.

I gasped helplessly, my own desire to be with him making the wetness seep through to my thighs. A rough hand caressed my breast punishingly, kneading and then rolling the tip harshly, making me sag against him. Without warning, he twisted me around and lowered his head to my aching nipples, flicking his tongue.

His hot mouth sucked and then bit the tender buds and I whimpered, begging him:

“Please, Lucien.’

He raised his head and brought his hard mouth on my soft lips, thrusting his tongue and dominating me. I leant into him as his hand slipped to the wetness between my legs. He rubbed his thumb across my clit and I trembled, on the edge of climaxing with just a touch from his practised hand. His fingers, thick and hard, entered my soft wetness and I felt my body move with the rhythm that he set for me.

Suddenly, he pushed me away and I looked at him, bemusedly, breathing heavily.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

***

He was going to gamble.

Take the biggest risk of his life.

He wanted to make sure of his woman.

She was staring at him now, her plump lips parted invitingly, a dazed look of desire on her face. He knew he could bring her to the edge, make her come repeatedly and he revelled in his power over her. But she had humbled him with her love.

Now she looked at him,

“Lucien?’ she whispered hesitantly

He gripped her arms and growled,

“You have to trust me, no matter what, little one. ‘

She stared at him, desire giving way to confusion and alertness. Proserpina would have freed herself but he had her wrists tightly captured in his hands. She stood, naked, her breasts crushed against his powerful chest, offering no resistance.

“Answer me,’ he snapped, his voice harsh and she nodded, a moan of acceptance was all she could manage as his body, the heady smell of him made her weak with longing. Standing on tiptoe, she brushed her lips against his and said softly,

“Yes, Master. I trust you.’

He turned her around and positioned her on the bed before she could react. Made her kneel on the bed, facing away from him. With a push, he shoved her so that he was kneeling behind her. Even as she regained her balance, he gripped her hands, hauling her into position for his pleasure. With no warning, he moved, thrusting his long co*k into her, with no foreplay. She was kneeling upright, and he was fuc*ing her upward, as he grabbed her heavy hips to hold her steady. He shifted his grip, one arm around her waist, the other grasping her long hair, holding her prisoner, holding her in position for him to use as he pleased.

It was as though her body melted under his dominance. He reared back and slammed into her before she knew what was coming and she cried out in shock, in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her muscles involuntarily gripped his powerful shaft. Repeatedly, feeling her body strum under his harsh touch like a well-tuned instrument that responds to its owner. He slammed into her, mercilessly. She was climaxing before she had time to become aware of her own reactions. But he kept on pounding into her, not allowing her respite as she climaxed, sobbing, calling out his name. She was powerless, having no grip on anything, wholly depending on his arms anchoring her.

He had said, Trust me. She obeyed him and succumbed to his wishes.

He thrust harder and he felt her shudder with reaction as she came again, unable to enjoy the wholesomeness of a climax as he continued to use her.

Leaning over her, his body, damp with sweat, he growled into her ear hoarsely, biting her earlobe, painfully, a hand-rolling her nipples tightly,

“I want to feel your pussy juices, little one; I want to feel them running down my balls, coating my cock…’

He shifted and pinched her clit and felt her cry out as she shuddered, obliging him with a gush of hot liquid as her sex squeezed his cock, milking it fiercely with her muscles. His balls hurt as he held back till the last moment and then, suddenly, he was shooting his seed into her womb in long streams as she sobbed helplessly, calling out his name as she shuddered with an orgasm…

Lucien was aware of his voice roaring, shouting as though from a long-distance away. A blinding white light of supreme pleasure seemed to flood him as he surrendered to his need. He knew again at that moment that he could not live without this woman who he had used so thoroughly for his own pleasure. He would be lost without her. It was as simple as that.

She was everything he needed, she was his life.

***

Proserpina

I was tumbling through space, aware only of my lover’s harsh hands as they played with my body. I moaned, whimpered as he used me and then I felt myself, shattering as he climaxed with me.

He wrapped his arms around me gently and lowered me to the bed, cuddling me to his broad chest. His voice, gentle and anxious,

“Little one, are you alright…?’

I opened my eyes with some difficulty. I wanted to float in that zone of lightness he had taken me to and I smiled slightly at the tone; he sounded worried.

‘Proserpina…?’ This time I opened my eyes and smiled drowsily at him. My nipples felt tender, my sex felt sore where he had rammed into me but I loved him.

“Can we… can we do that once more please?’ I murmured and he stared at me in amazement before he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

“Woman, do you know what you do to me?’ he grunted, as he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck, his head moving greedily to my aching nipples that had perked up immediately to invite his mouth.