Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

“I want you…” Nick growls and trails a finger between the deep valley of my breasts.

“Take me,” I say breathlessly, like a mindless puppet on a string, ready to do whatever he tells me.

I remember how I freaked out when he told Marco Antonella that I was his sub. Right now I’d be willing to be whatever he wanted me to be. anything for him to touch me. Just like this.

It’s just like wearing the mask at the club.

When you put the mask on it gives you freedom to hide yourself but also to see without restriction. The chains are the same. I’m tied up but I’ve never felt more in control in my life.

I can’t explain it other than that.

His finger traces over my skin, tracing every inch of me. Nick leans in and replaces his finger with his lips and kisses the flat plane of my stomach.

He’s so gentle and his so tender. It’s the opposite of him, unlike him, but I know he knows what he’s doing.

I watch in bliss as he kisses his way down to my pussy. Oh how I love his mouth tasting me and eating me out.

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Fuck…

I don’t know what to do with myself. Not that I can do anything much at the moment besides enjoy him.

The lash of his tongue holds me prisoner to desire. His tongue tantalizing and teasing is stroking, licking, petting my clit just like he did before but the binds of the chains makes it more thrilling. His questing, conquering tongue starts a feast of sucking and it feels so damn good.

Pleasure shoots through me at his touch, rippling and sizzling through every part of me.

I can’t believe I feel another release brewing. I start to pant when he alternates between sucking and a burst of short flicks over my clit.

“Nick…” I moan.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Oh God … I’m coming.” I pull against the chains and they rattle.

“Don’t come,” he says. “Don’t come until I say.” The authority in his voice grabs my attention.

“Oh G…o…d.” I pant. “I can’t hold it.”

“You will hold it,” he orders and I suck in a sharp breath to try.

I hold it. I try my best and its torture. More so when he returns to lick my pussy and adjusts himself so he’s massaging my nipples. Tweaking them and rolling.

My body jolts in response.

Shit!

He feels too fucking good. I don’t know how I’m fighting off my release. I don’t know and it feels like the pleasure is ripping at my skin from the inside out.

“Nick…” He squeezes my breasts hard and I gasp. “Please,” I pant. “Please, please … Nick.”

I want to grab him like I did before but I can’t. I’m bound in chains and

writhing against his hard body. Lost in the throes of passion and raw ecstasy.

It’s cascading over my body in waves.

“Nickoli …” I scream and then he looks up releasing me with a wide fascinated sinful grin.

“You may come, Angel Doll.” He commands and it feels like I let go. I allow the buildup to slip and I cry out with absolute pleasure, my body shuddering with the liquid fire that sweeps through me.

His eyes darken and penetrate my thoughts and the wildness of the orgasm he gave me.

That handsome face of his looms over me. Sexy as fuck in my vulnerable position. Desire pools in my stomach, and my pussy aches for him to do something more. When his smile darkens, to a sinful smirk I know he’s about to take me to the next level.

Hot fingers tease the taut skin of my waist and I notice his cock is perfectly aligned with me in the position he’s placed me.

Bending to kiss my collarbone, he breathes and tantalizes my skin.

“How badly do you want me Angel Doll?” he taunts me.

“Extremely.”

“Good, then all you have to do for this part is lie back and let me fuck you.” The power in his voice sends tingles down my spine. “Let me fuck you and give you the wildest pleasure imaginable. You’ll see how much fun being restrained can be.”

Holy hell.

He didn’t have to convince me. I was there and ready for him. My heart races in the anticipation and my nerves dance all over my body.

He moves back and his cock, perfectly erect, juts towards me.

I arch into the bed when he takes my right nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard and I pull against the restraints wanting to bring him closer to take me deeper.

He scrapes his teeth across to my left breast and sucks, then flicks his tongue over the peak working the tip to life.

He goes purposely slow and I writhe against him and the chains.

His tongue traces down to my belly button, and down, down, down until he’s back to my aching pussy.

Everything takes me higher and higher. He’s licking and then he starts nipping, biting around the skin of my mound.

I wince from the jolt of pain that ripples through me and he smiles.

“Pleasure and pain baby. Trust me, you’ll like it.” He promises and I believe him.

He bites me again. This time on my inner thigh and smiles.

“You scared Angel Doll?”

“No.” It’s not a lie. I’m not scared. I’m excited.

“Fucking perfect,” he beams, and takes a grip of my hips so he can thrust his fully erect cock into me.

The pleasure now spikes through me, rocketing from my core, spiraling and spreading over me like wild fire.

I grasp at the air and tug on the chains as he fills me up. Filling me up so completely.

“Oh God, Nick,” I wince.

He smiles wide and starts to fuck me like he promised. I’m so wet that I don’t need time to adjust to take him. I’m all ready for him to do what he wants to me.

His balls slap against my ass as he thrusts in again and again, and all over again. With a wicked smile he begins to truly fuck me hard.

Every grind of his hips and thrust of his cock burns me up from the inside out.

I moan and prep for another wild orgasm.

I can’t think. I don’t know who could.

Pleasure builds and it comes and it’s all I know. Scandalous and powerful.

His relentless thrusts are so wild it brings out something primal in me too and I want to fuck him just as much as he fucks me.

The rawness of my needs come out in full force and my body starts moving against him too. The chains on my wrists become painful, but I don’t care.

He likes it.

He loves it.

The blue silver of his eyes turn to a molten heat watching me come undone beneath him.

It’s like I’ve gone fucking crazy and I can’t stop. The climax that takes me has me screaming. I throw my head back and scream, feeling drained

“Oh fuck,” I cry.

I can’t catch my breath. I just can’t and I gasp as I try. He slows and I realize he didn’t climax with me. I’m not sure how.

He pulls out of me, his cock coated with my cream and I see he’s still erect and looks like he’s not done with me yet.

He chuckles deep and low when he sees me watching, then lowers to plant a kiss on my lips.

“You okay baby?”

“I… am. I’m okay.”

“Red yet, Angel Doll?” He’s actually asking me if I want more. My body takes control and my head shakes even before my brain can process the question.

I want more. More.

He wants me to want more. Everything. I haven’t gone over the edge yet and I want to.

“I want more Nick.”

Sliding off the bed again he stands and moves over to the closet. My eyes land on his ass and I take in how perfect he is. My mouth waters at the sight of his rock hard muscles and his thick cock.

He makes his way into the walk in closet and emerges with another bag. This one is velvet. Purple. It’s one of those drawstring bags.

Nick pulls it open and takes out a black silk cloth. He comes back to me, sets the bag on the nightstand and smiles.

It’s a blindfold. My nerves spike.

Lord, I’d only ever heard of things like this. And I had Chloe. She’d told me stuff, but never delved into details because she knows how squeamish I am.

Look at me now.

“You trust me,” he reminded.

“I trust you,” I confirm and he wraps the blindfold around my forehead.

I can’t see anything, but I sense him. I feel him near me. It’s not like the mask.

Not at all. The exhilaration of the unknown heightens my other senses.

I’m listening to his steady breath and feeling his fingers flutter over my skin.

The flutter stops and I hear his footsteps then there’s nothingness … then a spark. Like someone flicking a lighter.

I don’t know what’s happening and I’m more confused when I smell burning. I guess he’s lit a candle from the rose fragrance that tickles my nose. It reminds me of the Yankee Candle rose water collection I like which is great but this is a little torturous because I don’t know what he’s doing.

Footsteps sound near me again and I turn my head in the direction. I sense his presence close then my body jolts when dripping heat falls onto the flat of my stomach.

I cry out and realize in an instant that it must be candle wax. The recognition makes me arch off the bed, and clench my teeth.

“Nick!”

As soon as I hiss his name he places cool kisses along the path he laid the wax, and my God does that feel amazing.

“Ohhhh… ahhhhh…”

“Yes. Massage candles, so don’t worry, I’m not going to burn you. Pleasure and pain… baby,” his voice low and sexy is right next to my ear.

The minute I get comfortable in the feeling he does it again. The wax first dripping all along the line of my stomach, then his tongue. His hot, sexy, magical tongue cooling and licking the skin.

Oh God. I pull against the chains, moaning at the thrilling sensation and he gives me pleasure beyond my wildest imagination.

It’s exactly as he promised and the man does not disappoint.

The combo of heat and coolness captivates me.

All over my chest, all over my breasts, all over my nipples as he covers me with the heat of the wax. The flutter of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth .

Backwards and forwards, sucking and tasting, pleasuring me like the sex god he is, Nick truly makes me his and I’m wet all over again.

He heightens the sensation with the feathery touch of something else and I realize that’s exactly what it is, a feather.

“Bad girl, you like it too much.” He states. I love when he calls me that.

“I do,” I confess.

Another deep chuckle resonates from his chest and he licks over my clit.

“Ready for the next part?” he asks retracing the feather over me.

I answer with a hum from the peace I feel.

“I’m ready.”

Footsteps sound again and there’s a clink and my ankles come free. I half expect him to undo the chains on my wrists too but he doesn’t. Nick slips his arm around me and flips me around so that I’m kneeling on my hands and knees.

The chains are long enough so that my hands reach the bed but don’t meet, and I can’t see. He’s left the blindfold on and I’m just feeling and listening my way through this.

I have to admit being blindfolded and chained up on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air feels a little more exposing and vulnerable than lying on my back.

My body tenses with anticipation. Different to the peacefulness that graced me moments ago.

I know he’s near, and I can only imagine he’s looking at my ass.

I feel a warm tickle of his warmth near my clit and flicker of his tongue over my pussy lips. Then out of nowhere a blow to my ass from his heavy hand makes me cry out.

He slaps me again across my ass and in an instant the sensitive skin starts throbbing.

It’s like the other day at the office when he spanked me. Different though because that felt like some kind of punishment. This is painful but the pleasure that shudders through my body is so unreal I forget to breathe.

One more slap and then another a little bit harder this time makes my hips jerk and my body shudder. A tear falls down my cheek.

“Red yet… Angel Doll?” he asks. He must see the tears.

Red…

I should say red. My ass hurts like a bitch.

The skin’s sore, battered, and aching.

Yet… I want more.

I can’t explain it. I think it’s to do with the powerlessness, and knowing he’s pushing me to the limit and if I fall he’ll catch me.

He is in control, but I’m in charge. I say when he should stop. I’m the boss of me and what he does to me. Not the other way around. So I want to go over the edge. I want him to push me over. It’s a place I’ve never been. All my life I’ve travelled the safe roads. Nick makes me want to see what’s on the other side.

“No…” I breathe.

He growls and I tense waiting for more.

Another slap lands on my ass and more tears come. I can sense he’s not trying to hurt me, just giving me as much as I can take although it hurts.

It’s… pleasurable and freeing all at the same time. I cry and there’s a release of the pressure and burden of everything that’s been weighing heavily on me. Everything loosens as I let it out.

Another slap and then…no more.

Instead I feel his lips kissing the soreness away from my skin. His sweet sensual lips brush over the sore spot, kissing me.

Pain and pleasure.

“Ready for the next part?” His voice is a rumble, a deep, husky caress against my skin .

My breath hitches and I wonder what more there could be. But it’s like that drug filled sensation takes me again. The addiction to wanting more.

Seeing what more he can give me.

“I’m ready,” I tell him.

He runs his hands over my ass and I arch my hips toward him. The pure desire that washes over me is insane after the mad combo of pleasure and pain he gave me.

The air is pregnant with the tightness of wild sexual pleasure and expectations.

What is coming next?

What could he be planning? I’m getting wetter just thinking about what he’s going to do next. I can certainly say hand on heart that I’ve done more with this man than I did with Chad, and what I’ve done with Nick is not something Chad would have ever dreamed up, much less thought of .

I push that prick out of my head, and promise myself that’s the last time I think of him.

I can feel Nick’s eyes on my body. I can feel him, although he isn’t touching me.

A few seconds pass then the fat head of his cock brushes over my pussy, skimming over my slit, and I smile. Yes I want his cock. I want his cock inside me again. I get excited at the thought of more fucking.

He chuckles and runs his fingers over my pussy…then he goes up towards my ass and circles over the tight rosette of my asshole.

I think he’s just touching me there then my eyes snap wide open beneath the blind fold when he pushes his fingers inside.

My jaw drops when he rubs his cock against my ass, up and down my asshole and between my cheeks.

Oh my God… I know what he wants to do to me.

“Did that asshole of an ex take you here Angel Doll?” His voice pierces through me and I forget to breathe again.

“No…”

The chuckle comes again and I swallow hard. Everything we’ve done so far has been new to me. But it feels like stuff I can deal with. What he plans next is… well I just don’t know.

“Red yet, Angel Doll? You know what I want to do to you.” He brushes my hair and I feel it fall forwards over my face. “I want to be the first in your sexy as fuck asshole. You can say no,” he adds. His voice hot like fire on my skin as he leans close to my ear.

I’ve lost my mind, I know it because I can’t say no.

“I want to. I want you to fuck me.”

“Bad girl…” he growls and that’s it.

I gasp as he slides his cock into my asshole. It’s not like the way he goes into my pussy. He inches in a little at a time. I wince and pant at the painful and pleasurable feeling.

He pushes the length of his massive cock into me and then his hips buck against mine, signaling that his cock is completely inside my ass. I can’t believe it and it feels wild and wilder when his cock starts a slow pump in and out of me.

He speeds up to a rhythm we both get lost in building a little faster each time and I gasp and moan as he does.

Then suddenly he starts fucking me, balls slapping against my pussy lips with every pound.

It’s too much. There’s too much pleasure.

The greedy orgasm that roils within me feels different like everything else tonight.

I can’t control it.

My entire body vibrates in response to his relentless thrusts, melting into him.

“I’m coming Nick!” I scream.

As I do he pulls out of my asshole and plunges into my pussy, spearing me with his length to rut into me with animalistic need.

Awash with overlapping waves of earth-shattering pleasure, my body bows to the sensation and the force of him.

“Come for me baby. Come for me,” he commands and I do. I come, and I come and I come. Toes curling, back arching, everything spinning then me falling over the edge. My knees give but he catches me.

Again I can’t breathe.

“Fucking hell, ” he groans and pants against my ear.

He holds me to his chest and we stay there for a few seconds until he pulls out of me and removes the blindfold from my face.

Nick cups my chin and looks me over, checking me like he’s inspecting me for injuries.

“You okay, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I grin and try to move to him to kiss him but the chains are still on my hands.

He takes them off and I’m free to touch him.

I grin and kiss him. We could easily go again from the hunger fueling the kiss. Easily. He pulls back though and looks me over again.

“Doll… that didn’t scare you?” he asks.

What a question to ask me. He seriously tied me to his bed –chained me. There are bruises around my wrists and my ass feels like it’s on fire.

I should be scared. I think I should but I’m not.

I shake my head. “No.”

No I’m not scared.

It could be that I’m kinkier than I thought I was, or maybe I like to be dominated and be a sub.

Maybe it’s him though. Maybe I like to be dominated by him and be his sub.

Maybe I just like him… and that’s the scary part.

I feel for him, but I don’t know what we are.

Whatever it is, we’re a long way from what we started out to be.

That’s the scary part indeed.

He scoops me into his arms and holds me cradling me against his chest.

Like always his touch makes me forget.

Tonight though I long for more.

More of him.