The Mafia’s Obsession

AlessioCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Just the sight of Ayla’s naked body is enough to send blood rushing to my cock. I’ve got her now. She can run, but she won’t outrun me. She stares at me, standing in the tide, and I can sense her whole body tensing. She glances around, as though looking for an escape route.

“I thought you were on the other side of the island,” she shouts, backing away from me. “I heard your engine.”

I grin, tapping a button on my phone screen. Across the island, my vehicle’s engine roars. “My quadison the other side of the island. But I’m right here.”

Ayla watches me walk toward her, still backing up, then her eyes focus on something behind me. She gasps in shock. I turn aroundinstinctively, and fuckingof course, she starts sprinting away from me down the beach. I take off after her, my boots sinking into the sand with every step.

She’s pretty fast for someone who can’t be any taller than 5’3″. Thankfully, I’m a foot taller than that, and I do sprints on the treadmill every week. I catch up to her easily, my eyes glued to her ass as I jog to keep pace behind her.

Ayla glances over her shoulder, fear and concentration written all over her face. Then she does some type of maneuver like a basketball player, changing directions quickly to try to trip me up.

It almost works. I have too much momentum to change directions easily, and my feet slide on the sand. But I reach out an arm and I’m able to hook it around her waist. This stops her abruptly. She gasps, struggling to break my grip.

“Nice try,” I say, wrapping my other arm around her to keep her in place. “Very nice try. But you’re mine now.”

In nature documentaries, I feel like there’s always a part where the baby gazelle stops struggling when it gets caught by the lion. But with Ayla, it’s a different story. She keeps fighting me with everything she has, trying to pry my arms off of her, and she’s so spirited that she almost succeeds.

But I keep my grip on her waist, and with my other hand, I retrieve the handcuffs hanging from my belt. She sees them, and immediately, all of her energy goes into not letting me get a hold of her wrists. After a short struggle, I manage to get a cuff around one wrist, and then the other.

She growls with defiance as the second cuff clicks shut, her arms now stuck behind her back.

“Mine,” I growl into her ear, my hand closing around her throat. “Now comes the part of the fantasy where I make you my submissive little fucktoy.”

“Never,” she spits, still trying to get away.

I smirk. “I guess you really want me to train that defiant streak out of you. Don’t worry. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be a good little girl who knows her place on my cock.”

She shudders, her resistance fading somewhat. I use the opportunity to take something else off my belt: a leather collar I had crafted just for her. Removing my hand, I put it around her neck and buckle it into place.

Ayla’s reaction is adorably outraged. “Did you just put a fucking collar on me?”

“Yes,” I gloat, the small chain links clinking in my pocket as I pull out a short leash. “And it’s staying on. Because for some reason, I think my pretty little captive might be a flight risk.”

“Bastard,” she says as I clip the leash onto her collar.

***

Ayla

I don’t think I’ve ever been more vulnerable in my life. Or more turned on. I’m completely naked with my hands cuffed behind my back, wearing a collar while Alessio controls the leash. I feel like an animal. A piece of meat. My heart is still hammering, and even though part of me is looking for an escape, part of me is also glad that the chase is over.

Now that he has me, I’m burning with excitement at what he’s going to do.

“My birthday girl in her birthday suit,” he gloats, groping my chest. “And now she’s mine to do whatever I want.”

I watch my nipples harden at his touch, tingles running through me. Fuck, I’m so helpless.

Alessio’s hand moves lower. “Are you wet from me dominating you like this?”

“No,” I say immediately, even though I know it’s probably a lie.

My breath grows shaky as his finger slides between my legs. He shows it to me, glistening with wetness. “Well, well, well. I am going to have a lot of fun with you, Ayla. A lot of fun.”

“You… wish,” I argue. I know my defiance won’t get me far at this point, but it’s fun to keep fighting.

He’s going to overpower me either way.

“This way,” says my husband, tugging on the leash. “We’re going to the beach house, where you’re going to be a very good girl for me.” When I don’t move immediately, he gives my ass a slap. “Come on now, hurry up.”

***

Alessio

I feel primally fulfilled as I lead Ayla back to the beach house. It’s like I’m scratching my caveman itch of dragging a woman back to my cave. There’s not much she can do to resist me now with her hands cuffed and the leash on her neck, and I take pleasure in reminding her of that fact, spanking her ass to make her speed up and occasionally stopping to grope her tits or her pussy.

When we get to the beach house, I push her inside. She looks around, taking in the combination of rustic vibes and expensive luxury.

“Cute cabin,” she says. “Can you unlock me now?”

I just laugh. “Yeah, you’d like that. You’re going to be under lock and key every moment until we leave here.”

“You don’t seriously mean-” Her words are cut off as I press a ball gag into her mouth. She glowers, cursing me pointlessly through the gag.

“Yes, I do seriously mean,” I say, patting her cheek. Gripping her upper arm, I lead her to the staircase and lock her collar onto the railing.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I tease, starting up the steps. “I’m going to make us a shower and get you all cleaned off.”

***

Ayla

I have no choice but to wait where Alessio put me, clipped by my collar to the railing. Upstairs, I can hear him walking around, and then the sound of a shower running. My fist clenches with frustration as drool begins to build up around the gag.

When he comes back downstairs, I stiffen. He unclips me without a word, then leads me up the steps, holding me by my collar. I feel like an object, or a pet.

Okay, wow, the bathroom is gorgeous. Huge walk-in shower with black tiles and double waterfall showerheads, already filled with steam. He takes me in front of the mirror and I’m forced to look at myself: naked, collared, gagged, completely under Alessio’s control. He smirks, putting an arm around my neck and looking at our reflections.

“Good-looking couple, huh?” he purrs into my ear. “The collar suits you.”

God, he’s so good at pressing my angry and horny buttons at the same time.

He removes the collar and handcuffs before taking me into the shower, but leaves the gag. As his hands run over my body, covering me with foamy soap, I feel my submissive side starting to come out. He’s firmly dominating, but gentle as he cleans me, his fingers sliding through every crevice without a hint of shame.

“Good girl,” he praises me as I open my legs, allowing him to slip a soapy hand between them. “Let’s get you all clean before I make you dirty again.”