Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He watched as his wife checked his bandage, stroking his chest lovingly.

*

They had had a leisurely bath, where she soaped him and bathed him, as they lay in the large tub. It felt as though they had not been together for a million years, he thought as he felt the familiar lust shoot through him and he had reared up, his large manhood erect and ready to take her again. He had grasped her waist and pulled her to him, had forced her to her knees again, taking her doggie style as she knelt before him in the large bathtub, while he pounded her sore sex.

He had bent to bite her nape as he exploded in her, making her cry out, her body arching while his large hands relentlessly plundered her soft breasts and clit, squeezing, pinching till she screamed deliriously. But he had been insatiable and the sight of her wet, round curves had made him lose control.

Her hair clung wetly to her face and she smiled, shyly as his hot eyes devoured her shape within the water as she lay, panting, resting against his hard chest, exhausted.

“Lucien…’ she whispered entreatingly as he moved to tease her clit again and he gave a grunt of assent. He squeezed her large a*se cheeks and she whimpered softly as she carefully stepped out of the large sunken tub. He had insisted on bringing a drink and he sipped as he watched her wrap a towel around her luscious body.

Smiling lightly, she said, reflectively,

‘I missed all this when I was in captivity… a luxurious bath, soft towels…’

He stood up swiftly and joined her, wrapping a fluffy white one around his waist.

“Do not think of that anymore, my love,’ he said softly, bending from his formidable height of 6’2” to take her into his arms. She was shorter than him and she had to stand on tiptoe to reach his hard mouth.

She nodded but there was a distant look in her eyes. She would carry those scars forever, he thought sadly as she ran her hands down his powerful arms. The muscles bulged. When she looked up at him questioningly, he said with a wry twist of his lips,

‘Chopping wood was a good way to keep fit, woman.’

She dimpled then and said daringly,

“Hmmm…looks like Ivica took good care of you!”

He swooped down to bite her throat, moving further down and she laughed, begging him to stop as he took a swollen, sore nipple between his teeth menacingly. He had propelled her back against the dressing table and she was holding the counter, balancing herself precariously as he pushed his hard c*ck into her stomach threateningly. The bathrobe had come open and she was naked under him.

‘Stop it, Lucien, please!’ she panted and then they stopped.

Ria was at the door of their suite, knocking and shouting.

‘Mumma! Mumma! Aunt Rachel is here ! And she has her girlfriend with her! Hurry!’

Proserpina reached up to trail her lips across his mouth as Lucien bellowed,

‘Your mother will be there in a while!’

And turning to his wife, he muttered, ‘As soon as she finishes pleasuring her Master.’

And with that, he rammed his length up into her wet womb, revelling in the gasp she involuntarily gave.

*

As she dressed the wound, he studied her face, the beloved face of the woman he loved hopelessly. She had a maturity about her, a sadness also. Yes, she had been through a trial by fire and he knew it was because of him.

Overcome by guilt, he gripped her waist and tugged her onto his lap. Her hair was swathed in a towel and she was wearing a bathrobe. She looked at him, puzzled. The serious expression on his face intrigued her.

“What is it?’ she whispered softly cupping his face in her hands anxiously.

Lucien could not bear to see the look of love, of consternation on her face. He bent his head and did the only thing he was good at with her, made a physical response.

‘Do you wish you had married a younger man? Someone different?’ he growled, nipping at her soft breasts; he was angry with himself but wanted to know. She pushed him away firmly, dimpling.

“And it if I said yes?’ she queried, her head tilted slightly to the side, smiling sensuously, her wide mouth moist from his kisses.

His hands dug into her, and he frowned as she giggled.

“Why did you ask, Lucien Delano, if you do not want to know?’ she teased and pressed her fingertips lightly, making sure that the bandage around his wound was firm as she made to wriggle out of his confining embrace.

Schwartz’s face swam before his eyes.

“I wanted to be sure.’ he said simply and she stopped.

Then she pressed her mouth to his and they kissed again, the hunger in him growing at once. He yanked her small hand and placed it over his hardening member with the pre-cum already oozing but she laughed lightly and pushed him away.

“No, my love. Enough is enough!’ she said softly and then, relenting, she bent down and took the swollen mushroom head of his large c*ck in her mouth and sucked it, making appreciative sounds as she did so. Then she raised her head, and stepped away, laughing as he grunted, his c*ck now rearing with impatience to plunge into her softness and claim her.

As he scooped her into his hard arms, she pushed at his chest desperately saying,

“Later, Lucien.’ And added, as she saw the look on his face, ‘Please my Master. I swear, I am so sore now, I can barely walk!!!’

He held her for a moment longer and then let her go. She helped him to dress although his eyes kept straying to her now open bathrobe, the soft breasts with the red marks visible, making him harden.

‘F*ck, woman, f*ck you.’ She looked up, startled.

‘I want to take you somewhere, someplace where I can keep f*cking you, away from the children, away from your work, away from your f*cking kitchen.’

She stepped away and said in a prim voice, folding her arms,

“Yes, and when we return, I might be carrying another set of triplets, right?’ The Mafia Don smiled despite himself, a wolfish smile which seemed to say he would not mind at all!

Proserpina shook her head firmly and stepped out of reach, pulling her robe to her body.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“NO! A big NO! I mean it, no more children!’

He laughed and turned away and she moved into her walk-in wardrobe as he followed her, standing, leaning against the door as she pulled out a dress.

‘GO away, Lucien Delano,’ she said, turning pink as he ran his eyes hungrily over her.

“I need to dress!” and he nodded reluctantly.

Turning, he left her, striding out without a backward glance. Ruefully, she sighed and her hands went to her throbbing nipples. Lucien had been rough, and violent and she felt her womanhood was also burning with the fierce attack.

Yet he was all she wanted.

And his sexual urges seemed to be as insatiable as ever. She blushed as she thought of how he never seemed to stop.

Proserpina stood watching him, a small smile on her lips. She adored this man. Her sex felt sore and torn as well but she knew she would do it all over again, that frenetic lovemaking session they had indulged in.

*

Proserpina

I had opted to wear a simple Korean-style midi party dress, pale lemon with small sprigs of flowers on it. It had small cap sleeves and was an A-line dress, short at the front but longer at the back. the only problem was that the neck was low; not so low that it would look vulgar but the low neck now would give my guests a view of the love bites prominently displayed on my plump breasts. I sighed and pulled up the neck, hoping that it would not be too obvious. As I twirled in front of the mirror, I knew it would be a risk but I had no other outfit that was simple and stylish as well! Finally, I arranged a scarf in a way that made it appear elegant but also successfully hid the marks. Shaking my head in resignation, I thought,

“Oh, LUCIEN!!!”