The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

I have another load of Alessio’s cum leaking from deep inside my pussy before he decides to break for dinner.

“All the food has to be shipped here,” he tells me nonchalantly, heating up pasta on the stove while I’m bound and gagged at the kitchen table. “Obviously. But I’ve got enough here for the next few days, not to mention backups for the supply caches around the island.” He smirks at me. “Not that we’ll be needing them.”

I squirm in my seat, still wearing the plug.

“Almost done, says Alessio, straining the pasta. “Promise not to tell anyone I’m using sauce from a jar?”

A few minutes later, he plates the pasta and brings it over to the table. I stare hungrily at my portion as he unbuckles the ball gag, the smell wafting into my nostrils.

“I suppose I should untie your hands,” he says with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t get any funny ideas.”

The moment my hands are free, I dig into my pasta.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“That was a good trick with the backpack.” Alessio twirls noodles around his fork with much more refinement. “It totally got me to stop chasing you. Which direction did you go after that?”

“Ah, a good magician never reveals her tricks.”

He laughs. “Please?”

I can’t resist telling him. “I didn’t go any direction. I was hiding under the water, breathing through a straw.”

His mouth hangs open. “That’s… holy shit, that is so badass. I’m impressed.”

I shake my head. “Your trick with the quad was pretty good. Remote controlling it from the other side of the island.”

Alessio grins. “That was cool, right? Oh, hey, I totally forgot to pour the wine.” He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a bottle and two glasses. “I still can’t believe you were hiding in the pond. I was so close to you. I could have caught you right then.”

“You caught me just fine,” I mutter as he pours.

His eyes flash. “That I did.” He raises his glass. “To getting what we want. And then enjoying it.”

***

I had thought maybe Alessio might untie me after dinner, but no such luck. He re-cuffs my hands as soon as we’re finished eating, although he does remove the gag and the plug. Then we walk out to the beach, me wearing one of his big shirts, him holding theleash, and he puts down a blanket. We lie together under the stars, watching the waves.

When it’s time for bed, we go upstairs and he unlocks me, and brushing my teeth is almost like a normal night.

Then he wraps a cuff around my ankle. When I lie down, he secures it to the bed frame.

“Wouldn’t want you falling out of bed,” he explains, winking. “Can I get you a glass of water before we go to sleep?”

***

The next morning, Alessio keeps me locked to the bed while he goes down to the kitchen. I smell what I’m pretty sure are eggs cooking.

“You know, I do have to go to the bathroom!” I call down to him, pulling at my ankle.

He releases me, and when I come downstairs, we’ve got eggs and toast for breakfast. He locks me to the table as we eat.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me once he’s done with his plate. He bends down and tugs on my ankle cuff, making sure it’s secured tightly to the heavy table. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“You already used that one!” I call after him as he goes upstairs and closes the bathroom door behind him.

The second the door clicks shut, I stick a finger underneath my ankle cuff and pull out the key I swiped during the brief moment I was unlocked to use the bathroom. I fiddle with the lock, my heart racing, and the cuff opens.

Alessio’s phone is sitting on the table. I take it, toss it into the backpack by the door, and then wince as I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Are you-Aylaaa!”

I throw open the front door and sprint outside, filled with adrenaline. The quad bike is sitting right there with the key fob hanging from a lanyard on the handlebars. Jumping into the seat, I start the engine and gun it, just as Alessio bursts out of the beach house behind me.

I grin madly, the wind whipping through my hair. Over the rumble of the engine, I hear my husband roar.