THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

“You fight me, little temptress, but your body knows what it wants. You’re too wet for me. I bet you can’t wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my cock, but naughty girls like you have to wait,” he mused, and I scowled back at him.

His fingers continued to probe my folds, carelessly gliding across my damp skin.

“You enjoy my touches on you here. Every time I go close to your greedy clit, I can feel your body tense with pleasure,” he continued, and I whimpered subtly in shame.

He gently stroked my weak bud before slowly circling it and making fun of me. I jerked in an attempt to escape being touched, but it was ineffective. He was free to take me as he saw fit.

He tortured me as his fingers worked slowly and methodically. I wasn’t prepared for how my body responded to his touch, which was nearly violent. His fingers skilfully brushed my pussy’s folds. I had little choice but to accept it because he understood just how to raise my arousal.

He gave my clit a gentle squeeze before firmly pressing his finger pads over it, and I groaned for the first time as soon as he applied more pressure there. The overwhelming need that sprang from the pit of my stomach caught me off guard. My body compelled me to comply, and I was forced to turn aside as he grinned in victory. He played with my desire while gazing at the wall, taking me to the brink of death and back.

“Look at me, Amore.” He commanded

He removed his hand from my body when I didn’t, causing me to moan forlornly because the melancholy I felt very immediately was too intense. My pussy throbbed, pleading for more of his touch. making it hard to think since my skin ached as my needs rushed through my entire body.

“Please!”  I pleaded.  I lost track of what I was pleading for.

“Now, Mani.”  He firmly commanded. I had myself turn my head back to him, and he rewarded me for doing so by putting his hand back on my treacherous pussy and repeatedly rubbing my clitoral area with his fingers.

“please Nikolai!”  I begged.

“You will only come when I ask you to,” he reprimands, and I moaned helplessly, unable to fight the pleasure that was vibrating through my body. Every ounce of desire clambered for my attention and yearned to be let loose.

He rolled my clit, and the desire that followed was intense. My entire body felt as though it were on fire; I had a feverish feeling inside, and I was certain I was going to catch fire because of how hot my body felt.

“I don’t want this.” I sputtered

“Oh, but you do, little temptress. You do.”  He smirks.   “You need me to make you mine, and I plan on giving you what you need from me even if it means the world.”

Perhaps he had a point. Here I was resisting everything, including my own body, when all I needed to do was give up.

As he teased me, hot pleasure slashed through my limbs, pushing me ever-so-slightly toward orgasm but stopping just before I hit my peak. He kept doing this, and I was made to repeatedly feel my arousal increase and decrease as a result. Every inch of my flesh was on fire with intense need, which was palpable in my skin.

The feeling was so overwhelming that I was having trouble breathing.

He teased me once more before stopping as I was about to reach my peak. I cried out in displeasure, and then my body fully betrayed me. I moved my hips in his direction in an effort to maintain contact with his finger, but it was ineffective.

He would only let me go once he determined that I had earned it.

I sobbed helplessly as I struggled to accept this new insight. His fingers came back to my core and lightly pressed against it. He chuckled softly as I swung from side to side, overtaken by the desire coursing through me. I pouted in need for more as he continued to lightly touch me in a teaser manner. My throat made harsh, desperate air releases as my eyes rolled back in my head. There was no denying how seductive this was for me.

I sighed quietly. My core ached from the release of the intense pleasure I was wanting as my nipples tightened into tiny little peaks. I required an orgasm immediately.

My hips pushed forward in an attempt to make him apply more pressure, but he was ready for that and withdrew his hand.

“Bad girl”. He murmured gently, “I think it’s time you were punished for your disobedience,” and my pussy throbbed with longing.

“What?”  I enquired, perplexed.  “Just let me come, please.”

He immediately rose to his feet while dragging me along with him by my shackled wrists. I was completely naked. He walked to a huge, gigantic couch toward the middle of the room with me in his hands, uncertain and awkwardly aroused. He sat down and pulled me onto him, exposing my pantie-clad pussy and my ass, which was raised high in the air.

My ass was briefly touched by his palm before he gently patted each of my cheeks one at a time.

He questioned, “You’ve never been chastened before, have you?”

,”No.”  I answered breathlessly. I gasped as he held onto my hips and pressed his cock into the moisture in my pussy.

“You must be completely exposed when you are being reprimanded or the repercussions will be severe if you disobey me once more, do you understand?”

“Yes,” I hesitantly replied.

“Good girl, we can now continue punishing you. Please feel free to shout and sob. I won’t stop until I know you’ve taken the lesson to heart.” He issued a warning.

Sin pulled firmly as he held the hem of my panties in his fingers. As he removed the final layer of clothing covering me, the sound of shredding fabric reverberated all around me. I yelled out in pain when the fabric pricked my skin, but the pain quickly subsided.

I was now bare. And he had a complete view of me. His thumb dipped into the crevice of my ass and, as he reached lower, just brushed against the folds of my pussy. He put my panties on the chair’s seat, so I had to look at them directly in front of me, as if to remind me of how exposed I was.

“Such a gorgeous pink cunt, just begging to be fucked hard, like it deserves.” He remarked, and I whimpered back. “But first, little temptress, you must be punished before I can accomplish it.”

My ass was touched by his palm. “Perhaps you require a firmer, more personal touch, hmm?” he mused.

He repeatedly rubbed my beaten posterior till I started to unwind. Although smooth and soft, his touch was wholly deceptive. I thought he was teasing me, but I knew better. I didn’t know what he was preparing, but he was planning something.

The moment his palm left my flesh, it hardened into a crack. Oh my God, he was about to spank me.

“Wait!  I beg you not to spank me!”

“You brought this upon yourself, Mani.” He replied

He gave me a harsh spanking, despite my pleading with him to stop. His rough, painful palm cracked on my skin. His touch on my buttocks felt intimate. The sensation of his punishing palm made it even worse if I already thought I had upset him.

His disappointment seemed to be directly emitted into my body from his. He quickly transformed me from an overstimulated mess to a sobbing, blubbering, mischievous girl with a few spankings.

Each slap was much rougher than it should have been because my ass was burning and already welted from before. He gave me a hard spanking, and I tried to dance around his grip so that I could avoid the painful blows, but it was fruitless.

“Are you yet prepared to submit? Are you willing to grovel?” After a few particularly hard smacks to my upper thighs, he inquired. I sighed in relief at the small reprieve as he stopped for a second to brush his warm hand over my burned skin.

As I comprehended the idea that I was being punished for the first time in my life-and that there was a small part of me that enjoyed it-tears continued to pour down my face. The more I considered it, the more I came to see that it wasn’t a little aspect of who I am. Now that it was over, my entire body erupted with ecstasy. I wished he’d try it once more.

I must be completely mad!

His nails continued to descend, getting ever-closer to my drenched pussy. I took a tense breath in as he scratched my outer lips. He gently patted my mound after slowly cupping it in his hand. Even though I knew it did absolutely little to shield me from the subsequent wet sound, I had to close my eyes almost as a defensive mechanism.

“Your skin looks wonderful. When my mark is on it, I like it much more.” I trembled at the promise in his gently spoken words. My skin was starting to itch, and I could already feel the welts growing.

Moreover, I was aware that this lesson would have an ongoing impact on me.

I complied with his request to spread my legs. His warm hand slid over my throbbing clit and between my thighs, brushing across my folds. I was still as moist as ever, even though my ass hurt horribly.

My body reacted to his gentle finger placement on me. It was unstoppable for me. I responded to his summons despite being weak from pleasure and worn out by my struggle.

He played with me, gently tickling my eager body until I was pliable in his hands. His moist fingers playing with my folds made loud, raunchy noises that made my hips thud lewdly against him. He wouldn’t let me come, no matter how hard I tried to cram my pussy into his hands.

He pounded my ass with his other hand, and I felt my pussy contract in response. He repeated it, and I felt myself clench as I grew more and more antsy for his touch with each passing second.

Fuck.

I wished not to beg.

He kept teasing me. He smacked my pussy hard enough to hurt after spanking my ass. My heart beat rapidly.

“Please.”  I pleaded, I sobbed, and I begged him to have mercy for me, but he refused. I became more and more frantic as he went on. I did everything I could while writhing beneath him.

I exerted every effort to keep his hand on my ravenous body. When his fingers pushed more firmly, I meowed, and when he released them, I cried. He played with my pleasure, nudging me toward orgasm with the lightest, cruellest touch but never letting me fully experience it.

My core ached horribly, and my skin tingled with want, needing release. My toes curled, and my fingers formed small, tight fists. My throat was raw as I yelled, but he paid no attention.

“Please what, Mani?” he retorted.

“Please, I need you in me.” I said, His fingers released me, and I turned to face him, wondering why he had stopped, until I noticed the smug expression on his face, demonstrating that he had succeeded in obtaining his goal.

Sin picked me up from his lap and helped me stand before getting up and starting to take off his shirt, exposing his abs and toned muscles. He removed the tie from my hands, placed the shirt on, let it fall to my thighs, and then buttoned it.

“Why don’t you go grab yourself some fresh clothes and get some rest? Surely you’re worn out.” He says this as he approaches the door, unlocking it.

I was astounded and shocked by what had happened. My eyes were filled with emotions I couldn’t put into words as I slowly started to leave the room.

His statements did not, in any way, make me feel better. They actually harmed me. It was clear from the way he ended his sentence that I had no influence. I was required to carry out his instructions in full. I immediately questioned how it was possible for anything to appear so calm when everything around me was collapsing-a blatant contradiction to my situation.

I stood there just gazing at the door while Sin grinned and closed it on my face.

It didn’t take long for me to start feeling sorry for myself. Despite the fact that he had spanked me with both of his hands and I had never been so punished in my life, I got the impression that I was constantly on the verge of happiness.

Although I had considered myself to be strong, I was unprepared for this.

I started to cry. I held my chest in an effort to contain the tears that were streaming down my face.

I despised him.

He was everything that I despised. I wanted him. I needed him.

I tried to accept the truth that he had broken me as I sobbed while opening my mouth and licking my lips. I knew that when he had broken me with agony and pleasure, I would never be the same.

What was his purpose?

He pretended to want me one moment, and then suddenly seemed unimportant. To him, was it all a game?

I laughed indignantly. Of course, it was a game. That is what he did. He tried to make me look bad, and this is what he did. He merely wanted to play with me and then throw me away.

I was nothing more than a pawn in his hands. I had to walk carefully as a result. I would participate in any game he was playing since I had to leave this place alive in any manner.

“Mani,” a voice called from behind me suddenly, causing me to yelp and snapping me out of my thoughts.

I swiftly turned around to discover Luca standing a few steps behind me with a perplexed expression. His eyes swept over my scruffy body, noticing my unruly hair and Sin’s shirt. I blushed as I unconsciously took a defensive stance by encircling my body with my arms.

I could see the concern and realization on his face as he stated, “I didn’t think you were still up.” and it made me want to cower in shame. “Are you alright? Should I go get Zoey for you?” He spoke once again, his face contorting in sincerity.

I gulped, wetting my lips. “No, I will be fine.” I was nervous enough that he had witnessed me in this state. The last thing I wanted was for Zoey to see me like this.

I didn’t want to tell Zoey what had happened, at least not today. She would likely press me to do so.

“You’re rattled,” he continued. I look at my quaking body. “I can see why you’re concerned about Zoey seeing you in this way. Why don’t I brew you a cup of hot tea to help you relax?”

“It’s fine; you don’t have to bother,” I said. I stumbled uncomfortably. “If it’s okay with you, I just want to rest.”

“If you want to, sure.” He sighed as he said it. “Why don’t I walk you to your room?”

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“I insist,” Luca uttered, which left little space for debate, and I sighed and nodded in agreement.

Standing beside me, he smiled softly, and I cast one more glance at Sin’s door before we started walking towards my room.

Knowing he had won the wager and that he might have easily taken me, how was I going to deal with him the following day? I was embarrassed by how well and how quickly my body betrayed me.

I could almost say I didn’t want him, but he was fully aware of the fabrication. He had no reason to consider my feelings as I lied about something he was certain of.

“Try to get a decent night’s sleep and try not to dwell on today’s events too much.” My thoughts were interrupted by Luca’s words.

I turned around to see him standing at the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging.

I swallowed hard against the lump growing in my throat. When I nodded, he gave a small smile before stepping back and closing the door.

I sighed in relief when I lay on the bed; my body curled up like a foetus, and I felt feeble as tiredness clouded my vision.

The silky comforter was soft under my hands, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I snuggled deeper into the soft mattress until my body felt limp, my eyes slowly drifting shut, the memory of today long gone.

At least for now.