Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Mimi

He kicks his clothes to the side.

His long powerful legs move in confident strides showing off the Arabic writing around his left leg and the snake coiling around his right.

He loves his tats, loves to be inked and I love it too.

He makes his way around to my ass and rubs his finger over the cheeks and down to my pussy lips.

Backwards and forwards then he pushes inside and starts a slow pump to get me ready to take him.

He pushes in deeper then moves faster and a moan of satisfaction tears from me.

“You like this baby?” he asks.

“Yessssss….”

“You want more babygirl?” He goes faster. I can’t believe he’s even asking me the question. The only two things that are better than his fingers are his tongue and his cock.

“Ahhhh yesssss….” I practically choke out the sounds in a strangled cry.

That just encourages him to speed up, finger fucking me so hard I’m close to orgasm. He strokes over the hard sensitive nub of my clit and a low chuckle resonates from deep inside his chest.

“Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good Mimi,” he growls.

That’s when I feel it. The tension coiling within me rising on the wave of a fierce crescendo. “I’m coming,” I moan.

“You may come now if you wish, little sub, but you may want to save it for later when you go over the edge.”

I look back at him. He’s being serious.

“Salvatore…” I moan.

“You choose. Come when I say and save the reward for later, or come now when we’ve only just gotten started,” he explains further.

Something inside me tells me I want to save my reward to come for later. Something inside me tells me I’ll need it.

“I want it later,” I strain to talk. The cunning smile that lights up his face tells me that’s the answer he wanted to hear.

“Perfect baby, perfect… so you must only come when I tell you to.”

It feels like another reward when he nuzzles his face between my legs and starts licking and sucking on my clit. His clever tongue tastes me, teases me to open wider, claims and possesses me. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge he spoke of and my God do I ever feel alive.

Holding on desperately to my release I start bucking and thrashing, grinding on his face as he eats me out. The chains clink against my movements. At first it’s torture. It’s torture as I move wildly against them, wanting to reach for something and being held back unable to. Then the combo of the restraint, holding my release, and the pleasure he gives me sets me on fire. It ignites me and my whole body luxuriates in the sensation.

I can’t describe it. I just know it will either make me crazy or push me to somewhere where all I feel is pleasure beyond my wildest imagination.

I move towards the latter, like moving to the light , and scream, my cry mingling with the other sounds coming from outside the room of pure sexual satisfaction.

I’ve joined them and I’m up there in the height of desire and raw ecstasy.

I’m there and I don’t want to come down.

It’s too much though. Far too much.

“Sal…vatore… Oh God… Salvatore I’m coming… please let me come,” I wail.

He answers by sending a series of licks over my clit and I see sparks of electricity dance before my eyes.

“Please….”

“Please what baby?”

“Please Sir,” I correct myself quickly.

“You may come babygirl. Come for me.”

I do, I come hard, so hard I feel the gush of nectar from my pussy. I feel it flow and run down my legs, then I feel him lapping it all up, taking it all up and tasting me as I continue to cry out.

He stays there licking it all up until he appears satisfied that there’s nothing left to take.

I’m breathing so hard I can’t catch my breath. So hard I feel I might faint, but at the same time I feel amazing.

He stands up and through the strands of my hair that have fallen forward over my face I see his perfect erection that seems longer and thicker. I love him in my mouth and I want to give him pleasure too.

He moves around to me and kisses me hard. I kiss him back with the same force and the taste of me on his mouth arouses me all the more. The kiss turns hungry and greedy. So greedy I feel the stir of need inside me. It’s there and rising again.

It threatens to come for me and take me.

Just from a kiss.

He pulls away and his cock strains towards me in a perfect arc.

“What do you want baby? Give your request.”

I see his cock and I know what I want.

“I want to suck your cock,” I tell him and he smiles at the answer.

“That sounds like it’s more for me than you though Babygirl.” He chuckles.

“I want you,” I say and I sound desperate. I am. I’m desperate for him.

He steps closer and takes hold of his cock running his finger over the length.

I open my mouth and he guides himself in. It’s strange not touching him with my fingers but the difference is nice and exciting, especially when he starts pumping into my mouth, fucking my face.

He takes hold of my head lacing his fingers through my hair so he can hold me in place and pump harder.

I take him in deep, deep throating him, taking him in so deep I almost choke. Again the restraints make me submit to him, allowing him to do what he wants to me.

I get it. It’s all trust. All of it. I trust him with my body and really that’s where it starts.

The heart is a deeper thing to reach.

My body is truly the first step. I have to trust him not to hurt me.

He won’t hurt me now, even when he sees I’m taking his thrusts and won’t say red. That’s why he pulls out.

I gasp for breath, but before I can catch it he moves behind me, grabbing hold of me with desperate need and slides right into my already wet pussy.

Fire licks over my skin in waves from the roughness and rawness in the grasp of his hand and the way his cock sears into my body. Branding me. Claiming me.

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He grips my hips and starts rutting into me like an animal. I’m close again. Close to the edge and ready to come once more but I know to wait. I know to hold it and wait until I have to beg him to let me come. The lure of the thrilling sensation that took me moments ago wants to do exactly that. Wait until I feel like I’m gonna go batshit crazy, and wait some more.

I make the mistake of glancing over my shoulder because I want to see him. I want to see what he looks like as he fucks me.

I wanted to see his face. I’m not sure what I expected but the man looks cool and in control even when fucking my brains out. And he winks at me.

He winks at me with that cool, sexy bad boy edge that just drives me wilder and I whimper in response. My gaze snaps back ahead when he smooths his hand over my asshole again. Salvatore slows his pumps and my mouth falls open when he slides a finger inside. I look back to him and there’s a wicked smile on his face.

“Here, I want to take you here,” he declares and the smile becomes more sinful. “I want your perfect ass to be all mine. Has anyone ever been in here before?”

My whole body flushes with the wave of anticipation as I shake my head. “No,” I can barely talk.

My answer however, is much to his satisfaction. The delight beams from his eyes.

“I want to be your first. Red yet …Babygirl?”

I stare at him and pull in a shallow breath. “No, take me.”

I want him to be my first and my heart wants him to be the only. He pulls out of my pussy and I’m not sure what he’s up to.

He takes the chains off my legs and then my hands. He then extends the side of the table making it wider.

Wide enough so he can get on top of it next to me. I fall into his embrace as he pulls me over and my back connects with his chest. My body is still buzzing with the need to give in to my climax, and his touch. I’m not sure which has me more.

I do like that I can touch him though.

I reach back and cup his face and he smiles down at me.

“Get ready to feel better baby,” he promises and I want it all. Everything he’s promising and more. I want all of it. He doesn’t give me the chance to answer.

He lifts my leg and presses the head of his cock to my asshole. Holding me to him he inches in and I moan at the strange but fulfilling sensation. It’s strange and it hurts a little.

“It’s okay baby, you’ll feel good in a second.”

He knows and just as he promises I do feel good. It starts with a jolt of the wild pleasure that’s already coursing through me. He moves faster, holding me tighter, fondling my left breast to give me more pleasure.

I arch into him when he speeds up. He only goes as fast and hard as I can take though because I cry out when he starts to fuck me and everything becomes too much. For him too. I can tell from the pulse of his cock inside my ass. He’s at his limit too.

He speeds up like he’s lost control and I know I can’t hold any more even if I was told to. I’m at the height of pleasure. I’m up there with it and I can’t hold on any more. I scream as my release comes for me.

Seconds later he thunders into me, blowing the spray of his cum into me.

Everything is a wild combo and mixture of something that makes me lose control of whatever concept I have of reality.

That was the moment when we both lost our minds and suddenly everything was about him and me.

Me and him in the now and the moment.

I don’t remember much after that. I have a vague memory of leaving the club. Then time skipped and I had an awareness that we’d been crazy for each other for the last two weeks but I don’t know what happened from one day to the next.

Just sex.

Me at his apartment. Him at my apartment. Us at The Dark Odyssey in the sex dungeon, us having sex in public, us in his office there and at Giordanos inc.

Anywhere, everywhere. Wherever. One fantasy after another and another, and another.

It didn’t surprise me that he wanted us to be the first to grace the exhibition box outside of the exhibitionist he’d hired.

He’d finally decided it was ready for booking when he had a waiting list as long as the street. Salvatore Giordano declared however that no one else would be in there until we had it, and Jesus Christ we’re in there now giving fucking a new meaning.

People are watching. I’m just aware of that fact, but I don’t see anyone except him. I don’t feel anything besides what I feel with him.

He was just pounding into me from behind and I was pressed up against the glass like the woman weeks ago. It’s me now.

He then pulled out of me, picked me up so I could wrap my legs around him and he plunged back into me.

“Fucking perfect babygirl,” he growls.

Like always I can’t speak.

I just answer with a kiss.

A kiss that feels as wild as everything else the second our lips meet