Mafia Obsession

Alicia

Rick grabs hold of my hips and forces me to my knees on the bed. His rough hands kneading my butt cheeks as he teases the paddle over my skin. I bite my lip, waiting for the pain with a mix of fear and desire ruling me.

He brings the paddle back and spanks my ass with it. It shocks me how good it feels. It’s not as painful as I expected.

“Do you like that, princess?” he asks. His voice is gruff and laced with desire.

I nod my head, biting my lip. It’s crazy what kind of shit turns me on, but being at the mercy of this man gets me going like nothing ever has.

“I want to hear you say it,” he growls, spanking me again on the other cheek.

“Yes, I like it,” I say, bucking my hips backward.

He kneads my cheek with his other hand. All I can think about is feeling him inside of me. The man who took my innocence, and who I can’t imagine ever being parted from. When my father said he’d come and get me, all I felt was panic. The prospect of being taken away from him makes me crazy.

He’s the one that stole me away from my home, but now, anywhere Rick is has become my home.

Rick brings the paddle down against my right cheek, making me moan. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, dripping down my skin. He does the same repeatedly until my ass is stinging, and my body is coiled with pleasure and pain.

All he has done is spank me, and I’m a dripping mess. A molten puddle in the middle of his bed, panting and moaning. “Fuck me, Rick,” I cry, barely recognizing my voice.

This man has turned me into someone I can’t identify with anymore. He has changed me in a few days. It feels like I’ve woken up to what I’ve been missing in my life.

His fingers tease through my wet folds, making me arch my back to sink them inside of me. The burning ache deep within so desperate to be fulfilled. “Please, Rick.”

He growls behind me and spanks my ass. “Call me, sir, when you beg me.”

My thighs quiver, and my arms feel weak as I try to hold myself up. “Please, sir.”

His fingertips sink into my hips, and he leans over my back to whisper into my ear, “Good girl.” He kisses the back of my neck, sending a shiver right down the center of my spine. “I will fuck you so hard you won’t remember your own name.”

The promise caresses my skin and ignites a fire burning deep in my stomach. I want this. I want Rick to take me hard and rough without mercy, giving me what I crave. His dominance and the way he disciplines me speaks to a part of me embedded in my soul.

I feel the swollen head of his cock nudge against my entrance, filling me with anticipation that makes me tremble. He kneads my ass cheeks with his hands, pulling them open and spreading me wide for him.

This is my punishment. A rough fuck that will make me scream the place down. Who knew punishment could feel so good?

I groan as Rick holds still, teasing me with the tip of his cock so it is barely pushing through my wet lips. “Please, sir, give it to me.”

He groans behind me and slaps my ass with his hand. “You are so, fucking filthy, begging me for my cock like a good little girl.”

I moan at the way he talks to me. He barely lets me catch my breath as he slams into me with one hard, forceful thrust. His cock buried as far as it can go. He holds still, throbbing inside of me as his balls rest against my aching clit.

“Fuck,” I breathe, loving the way it feels to be so full.

He moves out slowly, letting me feel every thick, long inch of him, before slamming back inside of me hard.

I cry out, arching my back toward him. The need to feel him taking me harder, faster, rougher drives me crazy. My hand slips to my clit, and I circle it.

Rick slaps my ass and stills inside of me. “No touching yourself, I’m the only one that makes you orgasm, princess.”

I whimper, removing my hand and slowly placing it back on the bed. Rick is so dominant and controlling, and I love it. He grasps my hips hard, digging his fingers in so hard I’m sure he’ll leave red marks. I gasp as he pulls his huge, thick length from me. Before I can figure out what’s happening, I’m on my back.

Rick’s heavyweight pins me to the bed, his length pressed against my entrance. “Do you understand me? I’m in control of your orgasms from now on.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I nod my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “Let me hear you say it,” he snarls.

I swallow hard. “You’re in control of my orgasms.”

He bites my bottom lip and sucks on it, making the heat pulse through my veins. His hand quickly finds the sensitive spot between my thighs, rubbing in a way that builds and stokes the fire inside of me.

“Rick,” I moan his name, drawing his fiery eyes back to mine.

His lips crash into mine hard as he moves in and out of me more slowly. Each stroke filled with such passion it makes my heartache. A meeting of two souls connecting as we fuck so tenderly, I’d almost call it making love if I hadn’t only known this man for six days.

His tongue searches my mouth with deliberate, slow strokes.

He turns me to a molten puddle beneath him, sending a hot inferno blazing through me. Each stroke edges me closer and closer to the cliff edge.

I clamp my eyes shut, unable to process all the sensations and emotions flooding my body.

“Eyes open, princess, I want to look into them when I make you come.” I moan, forcing my eyelids to flicker open against their will. The intensity between us makes me ache and shiver. It’s so intimate. He kisses

me again, slow and soft, and I ache for release.

This moment differs from the night before. He’s treating me gently, but dominating me all at the same time. Bringing me to the edge only to back off at the last minute. “Please, Rick,” I moan.

He dips his tongue into my mouth and tangles it with my own, increasing the intensity between us. I hum into his mouth, losing my mind with the way he makes me feel. The rush he ignites inside of me is insane, and I never want it to stop.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he utters, teasing his lips against my throat.

I groan as he fucks me slowly still. Moving his mouth to my collarbone and biting down on it hard enough to make me cry out. It increases the pleasure building deep inside of me, lingering on the edge of the explosion.

He slides his arms around my waist and lifts me up, still inside of me. He shifts to sit on the bed with his legs outstretched, forcing me to sit in his lap. The position drives him deeper than I believed possible, as he kisses me frantically.

It is so intimate and soft, the opposite of the way he has treated me up to now. It’s crazy how good he can make me feel no matter the way he treats me. He can be so dominant one minute and then so tender the next.

“Rick,” I moan his name, letting my head fall back as I rise and fall in his lap.

He presses a kiss against my throat, nipping at my pulse. It speeds up beneath his lips. “You are my queen,” he groans.

I meet his gaze, and his dark brown eyes appear lighter, flecked with a deep amber that makes them almost glow in the dim light.

“My king,” I breathe, pressing my lips to his and kiss him with all the emotion I feel at that moment.

I could almost cry from the mix of emotions flooding me. My orgasm is building so gradually, closing in closer to me with each slow stroke. “Fuck,” I say, feeling myself unravel.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cock,” he groans.

His permission only intensifies the pleasure, as my muscles flutter around his shaft. “Rick, oh God,” I moan, keeping my arms around his neck.

He sucks on my nipples, intensifying the explosive climax rocking through me. The tension coils through my muscles as I explode, leaking all over him.

He groans, “That’s it, baby.” He slaps my ass gently, making me moan again.

His cock thickens and hardens inside of me, and he growls. I feel him explode deep inside of me, spilling every drop as deep as he can go. My lips remain sealed to his tightly as he keeps thrusting in and out of me, ensuring a part of him is embedded deeply.

I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of getting pregnant until this moment. I wonder whether Rick has considered it. Not once has he suggested using protection. The desperate need for this man out ruling my senses. Every time he kisses me, I forget about anything else.

He shifts and lifts me off his lap as if I weigh nothing, lying down with me tucked into his side. The air fills with our ragged breath, and his heart races beneath my head. I’m unsure what to say.

Instead, I keep quiet out of fear of tainting such a tender moment between us. Enjoying being held by this man. A man who I shouldn’t be falling for, but can’t seem to stop myself.