The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

Marco’s eyes lit up with hope. “What?”

“We’re out, Marco. We can leave. They don’t want us here anymore.”

“Really?” Ashlyn gasped, her tears falling faster. “It’s over? We can all go back to Cambridge now?”

“Is that where you want to go?” I asked her. “You don’t have to go back to Harvard if you don’t want to.”

“I’d love to go back. I want to finish school. On my terms.”

I squeezed her hand. “Then that’s what we’ll do, angel.”

The nurse appeared, ready to administer more pain meds. I thought about refusing, but one hard look from Marco silenced me.

“We’ll be right here when you wake up,” he promised.

Ashlyn brushed a kiss over my cheek. “Get some rest. I love you, Joseph.”

Her words of love followed me down as I sank back into sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Marco

Four Months Later

Ashlyn whined and wiggled in Joseph’s ropes. Her arms were drawn tight behind her, bound from shoulders to wrists. A blindfold covered her lovely eyes, and he’d just introduced her to a wicked new toy: nipple clamps.

She was on her knees in the middle of the bed, and he loomed behind her, stroking her skin in a teasing caress that drove her wild.

I increased my pace, my hand flying over the page as my light pencil strokes captured the beauty before me. I used to draw from memory, but now that I was taking my art more seriously, I wanted a live model. Ashlyn was the perfect woman for the job.

When I could pry her away from her studies and urge Joseph away from his classes at Boston University, they helped me create my sensual drawings. I was developing something of an online following, and I was able to sell my work. I’d even started earning enough to cover our bills for the townhouse we’d bought in the South End. Dad had given me a chunk of cash and a “good riddance” on my way out of New York, but being with my new family—Joseph and Ashlyn—eased the sting of abandonment. And being able to help support us financially gave me a sense of personal pride I’d never known before.

Ashlyn let out the sexiest little whimper, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I set my drawing aside and snapped a picture on my phone for later reference. My balls ached and my dick throbbed, desperate to get inside her. I couldn’t sit back and sketch for even a second more.

I had to fuck her, had to touch her. I was as addicted to her as ever, and so was Joseph. Our pretty, clever little princess. She was focusing on her academics, but I knew that ultimately, her dream was to have a family. With both of us. We didn’t bother to hide our unconventional relationship now that we were free of our families’ expectations. We made our own choices and lived to make each other happy. No one else mattered.

Joseph noticed that I’d set my work aside. He shot me a wicked grin and removed the clamps from Ashlyn’s nipples. She shrieked and writhed as blood rushed back to the abused buds. Joseph petted her wet pussy, making her cry morph into a desperate little whine.

I closed the distance between us and removed her blindfold. She stared up at me, her shining eyes dark with erotic pain. She’d taken to Joseph’s games beautifully, but I’d always be here to take care of her when he was a little harsh with her.

I cupped her jaw and traced the line of her lower lip with my thumb.

“Poor little princess,” I cooed. “Did Joseph hurt your pretty nipples?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, tipping her head back as Joseph continued to stroke her swollen labia.

“I’ll kiss it better,” I promised, dropping to my knees by the edge of the bed. I captured one of the abused buds between my lips, gently rubbing away the discomfort with my tongue.

She groaned and thrust her chest toward my mouth, welcoming more. I moved my attention to her other nipple, soothing it as well. After a minute, she began to moan and rock her hips against Joseph’s hand, seeking more stimulation.

“I think our girl needs to be fucked,” I told Joseph.

“I think so too,” he agreed, his voice deep with his own, darker lust. “She’s earned it.”

“Yes,” she begged. “Please, Sir. Please, Daddy.”

My cock jerked toward her, and Joseph’s jaw clenched with his own need. He was already naked, and I quickly undressed so I could join them.

Joseph lay down on his back, and I shifted Ashlyn so that she straddled his hips, facing away from him. He scooted her to the edge of the bed, and when I stood, her lips lined up with my dick.

“Lower yourself onto Joseph’s cock.” She’d been such a good girl, waiting for my command.

His fingers curved into her hips, controlling her pace as he slowly guided her down onto his length. Once he was fully inside her, I brushed my cockhead against her lips, letting her taste my pre-cum.