Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He was aware of the harsh breaths he was taking to control himself as he followed his wife who was swinging her hips saucily as she walked ahead of him

‘F*ck,’ he thought, urgently, ‘But he needed to get his shaft into her sex quickly or he would ejaculate right here. She could tease him to death sometimes, she knew just how to bring him to the edge and then leave him, with a teasing, dimpled smile on her lovely face. He would make her pay.’

He reached out, placing a rough hand on her rounded ass and squeezed hard. Immediately, she turned in alarm.

“Lucien.’ She hissed,’ There are people around…’

They had reached the washroom and he pushed the door open, every movement a jerky one as he felt himself grow harder by the moment.

Uncaring for her protests, he pushed her in and locked the door behind him.

‘Take off your blouse,’ he said hoarsely,’ I want to punish your tits.’

She trembled in the tiny space of the cubicle but knew better than to protest. He had a wild, compelling look about him and he was already unbuckling his trousers.

She obeyed, breathing quickly.

‘Take off your skirt’ he ordered ‘and give me your panties, my little sl*t.’

Her face flamed as she followed the instructions and stood naked before him wearing only her shoes. There was something unimaginably erotic in standing there, with no clothes on but in a pair of stylish pumps. She balanced herself carefully as she took off her damp panties, her face flaming.

He reached out and one touch of her wet underwear made his eyes flare.

“Ahh…’ he breathed and looked at the woman who stood before him, naked and trembling in anticipation of what was to come.

”Turn around, woman.’ He growled and took a step toward her.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She did as she was told, and felt her body flame as he reached out. They were facing the mirror and he was fully clad except for his trousers which were about his ankles. She stood completely nude, her face burning as she met his eyes in the mirror.

“Touch your tits.’ He said in a gravelly tone and she hesitated, shyly.

Immediately, his hand snaked out and gripped her waist. His large, dark hand on her breasts, he twisted a nipple cruelly and she gasped as the sensation of pain and pleasure became one, throwing her head back to rest helplessly on his shoulder, legs shifting automatically, her body arching in a silent plea.

‘Lucien…’ she whispered.

“Oh, no, little one.’ He murmured, his hand sliding down to between her thighs. She parted her legs obediently.

“Such a little sl*t .’ he smiled savagely, his eyes hot with lust as he met her eyes in the mirror. She whimpered, her full breasts wobbling enticingly, the nipples standing out like diamonds.

He chuckled hoarsely. He had the upper hand and he was enjoying it, teasing the woman who was now entirely at his mercy. She had teased him earlier. Now she would take what was coming.

‘Naked and begging to be f*cked, eh? Have you done this before?’ he asked almost in deep concern.

Poor Proserpina could barely manage a reply; she shook her head, too far gone to reply as he increased the tempo of his fingers which were now playing with her dripping wet sex. Two of his large fingers slid in and out rhythmically and she whimpered, helplessly.

‘You are my plaything, little one.’ He grated, his voice showing the tight control he was exerting on himself as he brought her to the very edge. The sight of his woman, her body on display, utterly compliant to him, was making him crazy with lust.

“Say it.’ he rasped hoarsely. He held her steady as the aircraft shifted slightly.

He increased the tempo of his fingers and she cried out a stifled moan.

“Open your eyes, my little slave and say it. NOW.’ He spoke through gritted teeth and she obeyed him.

‘I .. I ..’ she gasped, her eyes on the way he was playing with her as she sobbed, ‘I am your…plaything, Master.’

She closed her eyes and turned her face into his neck, trying to shut out the voluptuous figure she was cutting in the mirror. Her hips rocked in answer to his searching fingers as he played with her body.

‘Open your eyes, watch yourself come, my little fu*ktoy,’ he grunted.

And then, hoarsely as the sight of the woman in his arms, obeying him blindly made him uncontrollable with desire, he growled, ‘Reach behind and take my coc* in your hand, woman.’

She moaned, whimpering.

“Lucien…please…let me come…’

He lowered his head and bit her sensitive neck and she arched, shuddering, turning her face into his shirt collar blindly, panting.

‘ No woman,’ he commanded roughly.’ You are not allowed to make a sound. We do not want everyone to know how you are naked and being fu*ked so thoroughly in the tiny aircraft washroom, do we?’

As she whimpered and clutched his arm, he suddenly shifted her body so that she was bending over the washbasin and taking his co*k, he slammed into her, the thrill of hearing her cry out softly making him pound her fiercely, urgently. Her heavy breasts swung as he took her ruthlessly, mercilessly and he saw her glazed expression as she climaxed repeatedly. He held her nape as she moved, controlling her easily.

She was holding on to the counter, biting her lip, trying not to cry out and he bent his large body over hers, a hand reaching down to flick her clit and she threw her head back, sobbing softly as she shuddered at the release. He placed a hand over her mouth and thrust his thumb still wet with her juices, between her plump lips.

“Suck it, my little …’ He growled and she eagerly followed his instructions.

He grunted and emptied himself in her, holding her firmly, a hand on her pert nipple, teasing it relentlessly as she thrashed in vain.

***

Proserpina

When I had climaxed repeatedly and was reduced to a mass of shuddering nerves, barely able to stand, Lucien released himself into my womb again and I cried out softly, sobbing his name.

He held me to his body as I all but collapsed and gently wiped me clean. I sagged against him while he helped me to dress but he refused to let me wear the panties.

‘The next time we are travelling together,’ he growled, his mouth on mine after I had cleaned his shaft,

‘You will not wear them, do you understand? I want you to be accessible for me whenever I feel like f*cking you.’

I nodded obediently as he bit my lower lip to make his instructions clear.

Leaning my forehead against his broad chest, while I was sitting on the tiny counter trying to regain my breath, I sighed.

‘Lucien…’

He chuckled and kissed my hair and murmured,

“Think again before you tease me sexually, little Woman.’

I raised my head and nipped at his mouth, his eyes darkening as he growled,

“So you are asking to be punished again, my insatiable little sl*t?’

I shook my head with a tired giggle and kissed his strong jaw and the firm square chin.

And then, I met his eyes and asked, in a whisper, forlornly,

“You have done this before, haven’t you? With other women, in aircraft washrooms?’

I tried to keep my voice from wobbling but the sadness escaped.-

He looked at me and then, grabbing my chin, he said clearly,

‘I have fu*ked many women in many ways at many places. But the only woman I want in my life now and forever is the one before me.’

He gripped my chin hard and brought his mouth down on mine. Raising his head he growled,

‘You.’

We looked at each other for a long while.

The honesty in his words reverberated within me. How did his past matter? He was all I wanted now and forever.

“Yes, Lucien.’ I whispered and pulled his head down to kiss him lovingly.

We kissed longingly for a while. Then he helped me down and led me to the bed where the children, including Claude, were all asleep.

‘Rest for a while, little one.’ He said gently and helped me into the bed.

‘You have deserved it.’ He added arrogantly as he rose to his height and stood, looking at me with an air of possessive pride.

I smiled tiredly and dozed off, knowing that I was loved…