Sold to the mafia

Catherine

It’s been over a week. He’s barely touched me or said anything to me. It’s as though my punishment still hangs over my head. All I have is this room and my laptop. My old life. I’m surprised he gave it back to me.

I feel empty though. It’s like I’ve hurt him. It’s like he doesn’t want me. I don’t understand it. He doesn’t trust me.

A few nights ago he came for me. Only one night has he touched me like he did before. He said I was being good and I deserved a reward. He laid me across his lap and instead of making my ass red with his hand, he pumped his fingers in and out of my needy pussy. He knows that I’ve been craving his touch, but I haven’t begged him to fuck me yet. I just haven’t been able to get the words out.

“I want my mouth on you.” I remember him saying that as I came on his hand. I can’t deny that I wanted it, too.

He throws me on my back and I part my legs for him. His shoulders dive between my legs, but he bites my thigh. I scream out as his fingers stroke my G-spot. It feels so good. My body heats with need. I wait for his lips to touch my clit. But they don’t. He sucks my inner thigh, so tantalizingly close but not quite there, and I wish that touch was where I need it most.

I beg him, “Please, Anthony. Please!” He pulls away from me and fingers me until I cum again from the ruthless pace of his touch.

I’m breathless and limp. I lie there until my body’s no longer useless.

I press my fingers against my hot cheeks. Everywhere still feels hot, but my cheeks and chest are burning. Each time he touches me, it’s more and more intense. I’ve never been so… sated in my life. It’s more than foreplay. It’s like he’s taking me higher than I could have taken myself. And what’s better is that he wants to push me there.

It’s a game to him though. I can’t forget. It’s not like he’s doing a good deed. He wants me to break for him. He wants me to beg. And I did. The memory reheats my body. He said he wanted to put his mouth on me, and I begged him to, but he didn’t.

“I said yes.” The words tumble from my mouth without a filter.

He looks up at me with a neutral expression. “I heard you.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

His admission makes me feel self-conscious. Why have me beg for him if he wasn’t going to do it? I don’t understand why, but it hurts. I pull the duvet up and around my body and scoot up into a seated position. I can see him putting his shirt back on, but I don’t really watch him. I just want him to leave.

“You hesitated.” Anthony sits on the bed next to me, making it dip. I look up at him through my lashes but I keep my mouth shut. An apology is trying to climb out, but I won’t. I’m not going to apologize for not begging quicker. I fight to keep my face from showing my anger. He cups my chin and leans down to kiss me and I lean into him. I can’t help that I want his affection. I won’t deny that it fills a deep need I’m only now realizing how much I craved. His lips break from mine and I miss them instantly. I know he’s leaving, and I’ll be alone until tomorrow.

He gives me a soft smile and rubs his nose against mine. It makes me close my eyes. When I open them he’s already across the room. Before he leaves he says, “Next time you’ll answer more quickly, kitten.”

The words come out before I’m even aware I’m saying them. “Yes, Anthony.”

That was three days ago. And he hasn’t touched me or hinted at anything else since. Most of the time I think he regrets this. I think he really doesn’t want me anymore. I’m not the pet he wanted. But then I think maybe I’m just missing something. Maybe he’s waiting for me. If that’s the case, I’m ready to beg. I hate this empty feeling that I’m not wanted or that I’m not good enough.

I look at the clock and it’s almost three. He’s come in everyday to check on me around now. My fingers tap on the keys, but I’m not typing anything. I’m just waiting for him. My work’s done anyway. It’ll pile up quickly, but it can wait.

Finally, I hear the sounds I’m used to. He’s coming. I set the laptop to the side and climb to the foot of the bed. I kneel there for him and wait.

I hear the door open and I watch as he walks into my room. He gives me a small smile and it fills my chest with warmth.

“Kitten,” he greets me as he walks toward me.

“Anthony,” I say his name with a breath of reverence. He cups my chin and I lean into his embrace.

“How are you today?” he asks.

“Well.” I look up at him through my lashes and almost don’t say the words, but I need to. I need to let him know that I do want this. I’m sick without his presence. “I missed you.”

His eyes light with a flash of something I don’t recognize. “I missed you as well.”

I just need him to touch me and tell me that I’ve been good. I’ve done everything he’s told me to. I don’t understand why he’s treating me so differently now. I’m doing everything I can to prove I won’t betray his trust again.

“Will you stay with me?” I ask him.

“I have to work tonight, kitten.” I love the use of my pet name. “I only came in to check on you.”

“Please, don’t leave me here.” I grip onto him and he gives me a look of reproach, but I don’t let go.

“This is your room.” He looks around the gorgeous suite. “I made it just for you.”

I don’t want this room if it comes with this feeling of nothingness. I need more. I say the words that have been eating me alive.

“I want to prove to you that I’m yours.” I feel so needy, so pathetic. I just don’t want him to turn me down and throw me away. I don’t give a fuck about anything other than being his. I need his touch. I need the taste of the fantasy he gave me before I betrayed him. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I want to try. I may be forced to be here, but I want to give in to the temptation. I’m scared to do it, but I have nothing to lose. I can’t deny that a growing part of me finds all of this incredibly sexy.

He says nothing and a feeling of complete despair washes over me. “Please.” I cling to him, needing something. I can’t keep going like this. I’m trying so hard to be his, but I feel like I mean nothing to him. I’ll beg him; I’m ready.

He strokes my hair and says, “We’ll see when I get back.”

“Can I give you something now, please?” I would do anything to hear him tell me I’m a good girl.

“Please, Anthony. I want to please you,” I say.

A moment passes as he searches my face for something. And then my eyes fall to the button on his jeans. I watch as his deft fingers easily undo them.

“On your knees, kitten.” His voice holds a hint of danger to it as he issues the command. I love it. It reminds me of our first morning together. Well, technically the second. Before I disobeyed him. Before he changed.

I climb off the bed and move to my knees for him.

He strokes himself once in front of me. I lick my lips and wait patiently. If he wants me to suck him off, I will. I want to. I’ll make him want me. I know he will. My pussy clenches and heats with excitement as I watch him stroking himself, his eyes focused on my mouth. This turns him on as much as it does me. The intensity of my desire rises. I have a power over him that he can’t deny and it’s simply intoxicating. I’ll make him need my touch.

“Open, kitten,” He starts to put the head of his dick on my tongue, but then he pulls away. “No teeth this time,” he says with a dark look in his eyes. I nod my head and feel a wash of shame. I’d never do that. Never.

Maybe the old me would have considered it, but the new me… Mentally I shake my head. I had an old life before my mother passed away, and a new life after I went into witness protection, but deep down I’m the same person I’ve always been. It’s just taken my time here with Anthony to really open my eyes to that fact. My training with him has awakened all my hidden and taboo desires. All the things I always thought could never be more than unrealized fantasies. But we can make our fantasies come true together. I just need to submit to him fully.

I feel a small sense of shame that he feels like he’d have to tell me that. I’ve changed. I’ve accepted that I’m his, but he isn’t acting like I have. I open wider and wait for him. I want him to know I’m willing. I want him to see me as his so I can really live this dark fantasy.

He fills my mouth with the head of his cock, but then pulls back. “Only the tip kitten. No more than that.”

I look up at him and nod with my mouth still open. I’ll take anything he’s willing to give me.

I moan around the head of his cock and swirl my tongue. His large hand strokes his cock and I wish I could do it for him. My fingers dig into my thighs as I gently rock back and forth doing everything I can to get him off. The tip of my tongue dips into the slit of his dick and I fucking love that he hisses and throws his head back.

I’m so wet for him, so needy. But this is all for him. I want to take him all in. I want to shove him so far down my throat that I choke on him. But I obey him. It takes all of my willpower, but I do it. I suck his head so hard it hollows my cheeks. He takes it out with a pop and smacks it against my cheek.

“Again, just like that,” he says with a ragged breath.

I look into his eyes as I do it again and I see the moment he reaches his climax. He keeps my gaze and parts his lips with an admiration I’ve never seen before. Hot jets of his cum stream into my mouth and I’m quick to swallow it and gently suck him until he’s done.

“Swallow it all,” he says with a rough groan that makes my pussy clench. I do.

He pets my hair as I wipe the corners of my mouth. I lick his slit until he takes it away from me. I bite my lip, staying exactly in the position he left me in. I’ll prove to him that I’ve learned to listen and that I can obey.

“I’ll be back tonight, kitten,” he says as he buttons his pants. “Beg for me tonight, and you can have whatever you want.”