The Mafia’s Obsession

Alessio

Ayla glares at me with her mouth full of panties. I just laugh, patting her cheek. “You’re not in charge here. Sorry, babe. We’re going to start with some pussy spanks.”

Her eyes go wide as I give her pussy a little slap, right on her clit. The angry sound she makes is so muffled, I find it cute.

“Yeah, you’re helpless right now. The sooner you submit to me fully, the sooner your punishment will be over.”

She thrashes and tries to spit out her panties, but I stuff them back in.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“If you spit these out, you’re going to be in a lot more trouble. Keep them in your mouth.”

Ayla glowers, but I can see in her eyes that she’s starting to surrender. She doesn’t try to spit them out again.

I spank her pussy. She whimpers, trying to close her legs. I hold them open.

“When I tie you up, you do not try to get away,” I growl, peppering her cunt with little slaps. “Is that understood?”

She ignores me, so I keep spanking her pussy. I’m happy to do it. It looks so pretty like this, all red and swollen. I know that with each slap, I’m bringing her pleasure as well as pain.

“Is that understood?” I repeat, easily overpowering her attempts to close her legs. “Is that fucking understood?”

Whimpering, my wife nods. I end her punishment, watching her thighs quiver.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?”

She nods again.

I sigh. Fucking hell, I love it when she submits. I go over to the dresser to retrieve the toy I have prepared, still in its package.

“I’m going to have you wear this plug for me now, Ayla,” I tell her, freeing it from the plastic. “And you’re going to come for me with it inside you. Do you understand?”

She glares at me. I hold the eye contact, smirking when her glare finally breaks and she nods.

“Good girl. Now try to relax for me.” I squirt lube all over the plug, then lift her legs with one arm and use the other to press the toy against her little hole. “Just relax, and it’ll go right in.”

Her breathing gets slow and shaky. I can tell that she’s trying to relax. I stroke her inner thighs, giving her a moment, then I push the plug inside her. “There you go, baby. You’re doing so good.”

She moans as it pops inside.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Ayla shakes her head. Getting up, I untie one of her hands and place a vibrator in it.

“I want you to use this now. But don’t make yourself cum until I give you permission.”

She does as I command. I watch, deeply satisfied. It scratches a primal itch to see her tied up and plugged exactly the way I put her, following orders.

My good fucking girl.

When my cock feels ready again, I slap it against her cunt, causing her eyes to widen sharply. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you again. Keep working on your pussy with that vibe.”

I groan as I push myself inside her. I love knowing that I’m stretching her, that she’s already slick with my cum. She’s mine. I will never get tired of claiming her.

Moving my hand to Ayla’s neck, I fuck her until I can tell she’s close to climax. Then I pull the panties out of her mouth so she can speak.

“You ask permission when you’re ready to come, understand, Ayla?”

“Y-yes,” she says desperately, her face screwed up with pleasure. “Alessio, I’m close…”

“What do you say?” I growl. “What do you say when you want to come?”

Hermuscles start to clench. “I… I… Alessio…Please…”

“Beg me for it,” I taunt, thrusting towards my own release. I want her to submit to me even more.

She pouts, looking away, but she doesn’t stop with the vibrator.

“I’ll take it away,” I warn, grabbing the toy so she can’t use it. “You come when I give you permission, and not before.”

“Please,”she gasps, finally making eye contact. Her voice is almost a moan, barely controlled. “Please, fucking please, I need to come…”

“Come for me, my good girl,” I groan, getting closer and closer myself. “Oh fuck, Ayla, you can come for me now.”

She sighs, her pussy clenching around me, and that brings me past the point of no return. I slump forward, body pressing down onto her, releasing myself inside her for the second time today.

“You always need permission to come with me now,” I breathe into her ear, my voice hoarse. “Do you understand, baby?”

A pause, and then a shaky breath. “Yes, sir,” my wife whispers.

“Good girl,” I praised her, burying my face in her neck.