The Mafia’s Obsession

Alessio

It’s night. Ayla’s and my first together in the penthouse. We sit in chairs on the balcony by the pool, watching the brilliant colors of the sunset.

“This view is amazing,” Ayla breathes.

“I barely even notice it,” I admit.

“That’s sad.”

“Usually. I notice it tonight.”

Tonight feels special. There’s a certain comfort between Ayla and me that wasn’t there before. It scares me. But within it, I feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things can be different. Maybe letting somebody else inwouldn’t be so bad.

She nudges my shoulder with her head. “I want to tell you something.”

I inhale. “What is it?”

“I was a virgin. When we first… you know. On our wedding night.”

I’d wondered as much, although I assumed not. A sAylage sense of satisfaction bursts through me, knowing I was her first, and I’ll be her last. Her only.

And then I remember how rough I was. The way I dragged her into the bedroom, bent her over, and had my way. If I’d known it was her first time, I would’ve been gentler.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more gentle,” I tell her gruffly. “I didn’t think it was your first time.”

She looks down. “I… liked it. I like it when you’re rough.”

This sends blood rushing to my cock. “I can tell.”

Ayla bites her lip. “The way you treat me… it’s like you’re unlocking new turn-ons all the time.”

I straighten up, my attention more than peaked. “Are there things that turn you on you haven’t told me?”

She just laughs. “Oh, Alessio. If you only knew.”

A hungry growl rumbles in my throat at the possibilities. “I want to know every dirty thought. Every fantasy. Every kink you’ve been too embarrassed to admit, much less explore.”

She gives a little shiver, like she’s cold, then looks at me with something mischievous in her eye. “It turns me on when you take charge. When you just know what you want, and you take it. All the different dominance aspects… I’m pretty into all that stuff.”

“Be more specific.”

Her cheeks redden. “Well… when you put your hand on my neck. When you give me orders. And when you tied me up at the hotel… I definitely still think about that a lot.”

I sigh in satisfaction. “Fuck, baby girl… Keep going.”

Her blush deepens, and she doesn’t look at me. “I’m embarrassed to say it.”

“But you’re going to be a good girl and tell me anyway?”

Ayla keeps her eyes on the sunset. “Well, the whole’good girl’thing, for one. But I was thinking about our wedding night…” She breaks off, and it takes a moment for her to continue. “When you… made me beg for my orgasm. Yeah. That was hot.”

“So you like orgasm control. Me too. Very happy to include more of that.”

She chuckles. “Fuck. I’m going to regret that, aren’t I?”

“No. Because when I let you come, it will be so much sweeter.”

She doesn’t respond right away, but she doesn’t seem uncomfortable. More like she’s thinking.

“I liked being naked out here earlier,” Ayla says. “When you… ate me out. Something about being in public, but not, you know?”

“You like being watched? Or the idea of being watched?”

“I think I like the idea of expressing my sexuality freely, without the risk of people knowing and judging me. It was the same thing dressing more skimpy on the beach in Italy. Nobody knew who I was. I was just some anonymous woman.”

My mind is already racing with ideas. “So to summarize… other than freely exploring your sexuality… you like being dominated, treated roughly, given orders, and made to ask permission for your orgasms? Did I miss anything?”

She giggles. “You forgot the hand on my neck. And I forgot to mention hair pulling. And also just like… The way you overpower me. I like being able to struggle a bit, and then you just break through it.”

“Jesus, Ayla… you’re 19? What did the internetdoto your generation?”

“Hey, we inherited it from you old geezers… We’re not the ones who invented internet porn. Take some credit for how fucked up you made us, you deserveit.”

I laugh. When’s the last time I genuinely laughed? She makes me feel so light. “I have a suggestion,” I purr. “How about you can fight against me as much as you want, and I’ll trust that it doesn’t really mean shit unless you use your safeword.”

Her eyes light up. “… Okay, wow. I really like that. What’s my safeword?”

“Your safeword is’red.'”

“‘Red.’Got it.” Ayla looks down. “I… feel lightheaded. I literally can’t believe we just had this conversation.”

“Why not?”

“In my home, we didn’t talk openly about sex. It was always this shameful thing. It just feels crazy to be saying this stuff so normally.”

I grin at her. “It’s not shameful here. My house, my rules.”

She shakes her head in amazement. “Damn, it really is your rules. So, what, are you like… my dom now?”

“Do you want me to be?”

She bites her lip. “Kinda.”

“So say it.”

“Come on, are you really going to make me-”

“Say it,”I growl.

“I want you to be my dom,” she admits, blushing.

“Good girl,” I whisper, pulling her into a kiss.