The Mafia’s Obsession

Ayla

There’s this intense, lingering excitement inside me when I wake up the next morning in Alessio’s bed. Our bed, I realize. Last night almost didn’t feel real. From being full of dread at the idea of a life with him, to nervous anticipation at the idea of these new things we’re going to explore together. What a journey that whole conversation was.

I can’t believe I admitted to him all that stuff I’m into. I wasn’t kidding when I said that in my father’s home, sex wasn’t discussed. Now, thanks to friends and TV and the Internet, I didn’t grow up, like, super sheltered, but just the idea of talking openly about dirty sex things brings me this deep undercurrent of embarrassment.

Much less telling my new husband that I want him to be my dom. Jesus, that really happened?

I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I’m still groggy, but in the best possible way, feeling cozy and turned on and safe all at the same time. Wanting to cuddle, I start to turn over, but something stops me.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Huh? I try again, my eyes blinking open. But my hands won’t move. As I orient myself, I realize they’re secured tightly above my head.

“Good morning, darling,” comes Alessio’s voice.

Now fully awake, I stare at him. He’s standing in the doorway watching me, wearing nothing but flannel sleep pants. I can see from his bulge that he’s aroused.

I struggle against my restraints. “What’s going on?”

He smirks. “What do you think?”

I try to move my hands again, and the fact that I genuinely can’t is a massive turn-on. “I think somebody’s in the mood,” I say, glancing at his crotch.

He walks over to the bed, and damn, I feel helpless. All I can do is quiver in place as he sits down next to me and strokes my face. “I am,” he whispers, bringing his mouth to my ear.

All I’m wearing is a thin pair of sleep shorts and a matching top. Alessio pushes the top up, exposing my breasts, then devours them with his eyes. “God, these are so nice.” He strokes his finger across my skin, and my nipples harden rapidly.

“Fuck,” I whimper, clenching my legs as my pussy starts to tingle. “You really like having me helpless, don’t you?”

My husband smiles. “I do.”

I try to control my breathing as his hands slide down my tummy, all the way to my waistband. Instinctively, I try to stop him from pulling my shorts down, but the gesture is as pointless as you’d expect. He controls my lower body effortlessly, peeling my shortsand underwear off in one motion and tossing them on the bed next to me.

A shiver runs through me at how vulnerable I am now. Completely immobilized and basically naked. I attempt to close my legs, to keep some modesty, but he doesn’t let me, kneeling in front of me on the bed and holding them apart with his knees as his hand goes to my neck.

“You don’t get to hide yourself from me, Ayla. Every part of you is mine to enjoy. Even that sweet little pussy.”

“Even-” I cut myself off, not sure if I can bring myself to say it.

“Finish the sentence,” he growls, tightening his grip on my neck.

I gasp and my breathing gets heavier. He looks at me expectantly, raising his eyebrows.

I feel gloriously dirty as I confess the fantasy that’s been in the back of my head for as long as I can remember. “Even… even my ass?”

Alessio’s eyes flash. “Even your ass,” he agrees. “Fuck, Ayla, you really are a perfect sub for me. Should we train that little hole to belong to me, too?”

I nod, not meeting his eyes. It’s like the floodgates are opening. I’m finally safe to admit the things I never thought I could.

“Good girl,” my husband whispers, voice sending tingles through me. “I love hearing about all the things you want. All the new parts of you I’m going to claim.”

He takes out his cock, already throbbing, and slaps it against my clit. “This is mine, isn’t it?” he asks, dominating me with his gaze.

“Yes,” I whimper, already needy for him inside me again. “It’s yours.”

Alessio slides the head of his cock through my folds, and it comes up glistening. Without a word, he pushes himself inside.

I absolutely lose myself in the sensation as he rails me. Quicker than expected, I hear him groan, and feel his cock twitching aswarmth spreads inside me. The fact that I’m on birth control does nothing to blunt how wonderfullyclaimedthat makes me feel.

“Mine,” he groans, pulling out. He gets up and I whimper as he leaves the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he tells me, grinning.

I writhe helplessly, unable to so much as touch my pussy as his cum leaks out of it. Alessio leaves the room.

“Where are you going?” I call after him. Twisting my head, I search for the buckles restraining my wrists. Can I get them off?

Maybe. It’s hard to tell. I scratch at the straps, trying…

“Busted,” comes his voice, closer than I expected. Turning my head sharply, I see that he’s crept into the room and is watching my escape attempt.

“Oh. Hi,” I say sheepishly.

“For the record,” he tells me, putting something down on the dresser, “there was no chance of you getting out of these straps. But I think there’s going to have to be a punishment for trying.”

Instantly, I can feel my cheeks turn red. “A punishment? But-”

“It is never acceptable for you to try to get out of your restraints,” Alessio tells me firmly. From now on, that will get you punished. Every single time.”

“Okay, fine. But-”

“Every single time, Ayla.”

My heart is racing. The thought of him getting to punish me is humiliating and arousing all at once. And the position I’m in is so incredibly helpless. “What are you going to-”

He picks up my panties from the bed next to me and stuffs them into my mouth. “I talk. You listen.”