Blackmailed by the Mafia Boss

Just relax.

He wrapped his fingers around her neck, and pushed her back until she was flat against the bed. Her heart pounded as his cock pressed against her core. He’d moved her so she had no choice but to spread her legs to make room for him. The one touch of him against her jeans had them rubbing against her clit. She gasped out.

“Now you’re seeing it. You don’t have to go without, Avery. You can handle that problem all on your own.” His lips brushed her ear, his tongue licking across the lobe. “Are you too much of a prude to take care of your own pleasure? You need a man to do it for you.”

She pressed her hands to his chest.

“Don’t even think of pushing me away, I’m your master, Avery.”

She kept her hands in place but made no move to push him away even as she wanted to.

“Will you force me?” she asked.

“You can’t rape the willing, darling, and you came here willingly for me.” He stood up, and she didn’t fight him as he opened her jeans, and in one yank, he had them off her legs. She gripped the blanket as he opened her legs wide, his large hand cupping her between her thighs.

He laughed. “You’re a dirty girl at heart. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t want a good girl as a toy. I want her to be fucking filthy.”

The panties were gone, and she cried out as his fingers spread open the lips of her pussy.

“Touch yourself.”

Staring into his blue depths, she knew there was no choice for her. She couldn’t fight him—what was the point? He’d only win. He was the one in charge of everything.

You don’t want to fight him because you like him ordering you around.

He takes the control and choice away from you.

She touched her pussy as he held her.

“Get your fingers inside, feel how wet you are.”

She pushed her fingers into her pussy, and she heard the noise of how wet she was. Closing her eyes, she allowed feelings to take over. There was no judgment here for what she wanted. It was pure feeling, and she could handle that.

You’re strong.

You want this.

Don’t fight it.

Win.

Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she stroked them across her clit, gasping as that small touch ignited so much pleasure. She hadn’t dared touch herself, but it had been so hard to do so. The women on the DVDs looked so heady and full of arousal. She didn’t know if it was fake or real.

The men were always so hard and ready, and the women were begging for more.

She had yearned for something like that.

She’d never experienced it in her life and didn’t even know if she’d be able to do so with Gino, but what did she have to lose?

Gino let go of her pussy, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he removed his suit. She continued to play, waiting and watching as he got naked. His body was covered in ink. She, herself, had ink along the base of her back. She wondered if he’d seen it. It was the tattoo she’d gotten after she lost her virginity. It seemed right to her, a symbol of what she’d done. To her, it had been a radical, crazy move, but she loved it.

He wrapped his fingers around his dick, watching her as he worked his length.

“You want this?” he asked.

She stared down at him and nodded.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you?”

He moved to the bed, putting his hands on either side of her head. “You have me.”

She knew what he wanted. “I want your cock?”

“To do what?”

“To fuck me.” Her face flamed, but she didn’t back down. She watched him, waiting to see what he’d do.

“Was that so hard?” he asked. He moved, standing up tall. “Spread your pussy lips.”

She did as he asked, opening for him. She tensed as the tip of his cock slid across her slit, bumping her clit.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes!” She couldn’t help but moan as he started to pump his cock between her slit. She stared down, watching him. There was no need for lubrication as she was so wet. It was easy for him to move between her pussy lips. “Please.”

Gino didn’t slow down his thrusts. She expected him to put his cock inside her and to finally fuck her, but he didn’t do that.

He worked his cock between her slit, rubbing her, getting her all excited, and when she came, it shook her to the core. Even without hands, Gino knew what he was doing.

When he followed her into orgasm, his cum pulsed across her pubic hair and stomach. She breathed fast, watching him, unsure what to do.

Gino, however, didn’t seem affected. He stepped away from her, disappearing into the bathroom only to return seconds later with some tissue.