The Mafia’s Obsession

I glare absolute daggers at him. “Asshole!”

Immediately, his hand goes to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but it’s very, very clear what the message is. “Try that again. I would start with’please, sir, can I come?'”

I pout, looking away. He just chuckles and resumes fingering me. Having his hand on my neck like that is a major, major turn on. Soon I’m squirming again, and can feel an orgasm mounting.

“What do you say?”Alessio growls, slowing his movement. “I’m waiting to hear some magic words.”

No. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction. I buck my hips, chasing the pleasure of his fingers…Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He brings me right to the edge again and then stops, smirking as I squirm in frustration. “I want to see you come tonight, Ayla. Are you really going to deny me?”

“You’re the only one denying anything,” I pant.

“We’ll see.”

Fuck. I might hate him for it, but this kind of playreallyturns me on. His casual dominance, the level of intimate control he expects to have over me… It’s checking a lot of boxes, including some I didn’t even know I had.

By the time he brings me to the edge a third time, I’m ready to explode.

“Please,” I whimper, my voice barely more than a breath. It’s hard to say it, but I need to come so badly.

A satisfied grin spreads across his face. “What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Please!” I beg, my pussy aching. Dignity be damned, I need this. “Please, make me come.”

My husband brings his mouth next to my ear. “Good girl, Ayla. You can come for me now.”

His fingers circle again, and a moment later, I tumble over the cliff.

Alessio keeps his hand on my neck as I thrash around on the bed. It feels like I’m having three orgasms at once, like the first two climaxes got saved up instead of wasted.

“That’s right,” he purrs, voice filled with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl. All you need to do is come for me now. You earned it.”

It takes a moment after my pussy stops twitching for me to spiral back to reality. When my eyes focus, I see Alessio in front of me, taking off his shirt. It isn’t exactly a chore to look at his ripplingmuscles or the neatly trimmed hair on his chest, so I stay where I am until he makes eye contact in the mirror.

“We’re going to take a shower,” he says, taking off his pants.

Even though he’s already fucked me, this is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at his cock. My eyes linger without me meaning them to.

Alessio raises his eyebrows. “See something you like?”

“It’s… big. I can’t believe that was just inside me.”

“You did such a good job taking all of it.”

My cheeks flush. “I did?”

“Yes, you did. You took my whole cock inside you, even though it was tight and I had to stretch you open. I’m impressed.”

I try to deflect with sarcasm, but even still, I can’t bring myself to meet his eyes. “Aw, shucks, you really know what to say to a girl.”

His gaze doesn’t falter. “You like being praised, don’t you?”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“Most people. But you especially like it.”

“What makes you say that?”

He takes a step forward, grinning. “Because your eyes lit up when I told you what a good job you did of taking my cock.”

I sit up on the bed, taking a deep breath. “Wow, okay. I won’t deny that’s a turn-on.”

Alessio moves to take off my bra, and I allow him to lift it over my head. “Let’s get you undressed now. It’s shower time.”

He peels off the rest of my lingerie and carries me into the master bathroom. I feel awkward at first as the shower starts, and then a strange sense of comfort as we go together under the hot water. He holds me from behind, running his soapy hands up and down my body, cleaning me. There’s something incredibly intimate about it, and as I see the ring on his finger, it becomes more real to me than it ever has:

For better or for worse, Alessio is now my husband, and I am his wife.