Conquered by the Mafia Boss

It’s not as if I’m a stranger to being dominated like this. Rafael loved to “put me in my place,” but usually that involved beating me into submission. A real man doesn’t need to ask. She submits to him because she wants to, because his very presence makes her clit hum. Tony’s different.

He’s a bad boy, but I know he’d never raise a hand to me.

Well, you know what I mean.

Another hard slap burns my sensitive flesh as the blow reverberates through my body. I can’t really think about the pain. Everything hones in on how exposed we are. Jesus Christ, I can see them in the distance.

The ringing sound of his palm against my flesh snaps me out of it. I focus on his hand, splayed over my ass. He rubs the burn gently and I feel the warmth of his legs against mine. No one ever spanked me like this. Rafael’s hands were always about inflicting pain, but Tony’s caress soothes the slight burn.

“I can do this all fucking day.”

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My body jerks on the table as another blow rips over my right cheek. “Yes-yes, I understand.”

He chuckles, the deep sound filling my chest with an angry glow. His hands roll over my curves, never ceasing their movement. It’s an incredible feeling.

“I never thought I would want to fuck a woman as often as I fuck you. I’m convinced you’ve laced your pussy with cocaine to get me addicted.”

I smile against the wooden table, and then his fingers curve over my hips and slowly descend to my pussy, which still hums with the vibrator. My shrill gasp echoes in the room as his fingers deftly reach inside, pulling the vibrator out. He rests it against my clit and then there’s a click. Suddenly I’m moaning against the table, rolling my tits over the hard wood as it makes my clit scream for more. I arch my back as his laughs wash over my ears. My lip bleeds as I bite down. Electricity shoots into me, making the delicate flesh seize over and over.

He rolls the vibrator up and down, moving it in circles around my clit. It’s torture. It’s maddening. I need him inside me. Now, before I scream out loud and alert the whole place to our shenanigans.

I reach behind myself, touching his leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles before finding his long cock. My fingers slide down his length, feeling the throb beneath the fabric, the cleft of his head, and the slight wetness seeping through his slacks.

With a gritty sort of growl, he pulls his pants down and I feel the meaty warmth of his cock pressing against my ass.

“You want this, baby? You want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, goddamn it!”

“You’re going to have to say it louder.”

“But-!”

But they’ll hear us!

They’re right there, eating dinner. All it would take is one shout, and they’d turn their heads, seeing us partially obscured by the curtains.

“I don’t give a fuck about what they think. You should realize that by now.”

No, he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.

The hand playing with my pussy presses the vibrator against my clit. Severe shocks rip through my core, making it clench madly. I grab the edge of the table, and even the hard surface of the wood against my tits is enough to make me roll my eyes. He takes the vibrator away, and the blaze reduces to a smaller fire. It’s still burning hot, but I’m no longer on the verge of exploding.

“Tony, please fuck me!”

My voice echoes loudly in the room, and he chuckles. I can almost imagine him shaking his head.

“As my wife, you’ll have to learn to satisfy your husband.”

“Whatever, just fuck me!”

The laughter booming from his throat pisses me off. I want to turn around and grab his lapels, and force him to fuck me.

“I need you to scream.”

His cock plays with my pussy, the hard length sliding along my lips. I stick out my ass, trying to grind on him, but his broad hand stops me.

Scream? Scream what?

He doesn’t make it hard. The vibrator returns with a vengeance, and he slips it inside my wetness, pulsing it against my clit, pulling it out and rubbing the sensitive area, and then back inside. It’s agony.

“FUCK ME!”

The scream rips from my throat, and then my cheeks flood with shame as I see people at the table looking around for the noise.

Oh fuck.

But I forget all that the moment he flings the toy away, gripping my hips to position himself. The broad head of his cock pushes against my entrance and then he slides in, my walls tight around him. He sighs as though he stepped into a warm bath and then he digs in hard, knocking the air from my chest. It’s almost painful, but I’m so intent on clinging to him that I don’t give a shit.

I hear the grin in his voice. “I’m going to hammer your cunt so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

And he does. My arms fly out, trying to seize purchase as he thrusts hard enough to throw my body forward. Solid hands wrench my hips backward, and every time his hips connect with mine in a loud smack, I groan out loud.

“Who owns you? Say it.”

A choked-off scream rips through my throat as his cock throbs inside me, pounding so hard I can feel the pain rocking through my body. Then he pulls out and turns me around so that I’m flat on my back, face-to-face with him.

For the first time, I see him as he really is. He’s not some guy I just paid to do a job for me. He’s Tony Vidal, a man who always gets what he wants, a wise guy who has decided he must have me.

My legs hitch over his shoulders as he thrusts inside me. He leans over, my legs screaming as he seizes a fistful of my hair and kisses me. His hot, urgent tongue swallows my protests, chokes off my moans, and I realize how much I’ve been craving this. All this time we’ve been fucking, it was good, clean fun, but it was empty.

This is completely different. It’s dirty and angry-reminding me of home in a twisted way. I need to feel like I belong to someone. He bites my tongue as I scream into his mouth, but he keeps rutting me hard as if he fucking hates me. I love it.

He’s fucking a new feeling inside me, something that makes me kiss him harder. I’m surrendering to him.

His cock pulses inside me, and I cling to his neck, moaning as he utters a groan and his legs slam hard into the table. Then I clench around him, feeling the explosion rip through me. Tenderness clenches my heart as he pulls me upright, wrapping his arms around me as his cock fills me with his essence.

My hand smoothes his lapels as his chest rises and falls, and I curl my fingers around his neck, gazing into his eyes, wrinkled with happiness. I feel lucky to have him. I’m growing more and more infatuated with him, or maybe it’s the glow of the orgasm making my heart pound harder when he gives me a gentle kiss.

“You’ve never fucked me like that before.”

“Did you like it?”