Boss: A Dark Mafia Romance

by Sara Fields

  “I want to hear your voice,” he murmured. “Tell me, little girl.”

  “No, sir. I haven’t,” I answered, my voice barely audible.

  “If you do a very good job, I might just let you come afterwards,” he said thoughtfully, and I shivered with arousal. “Now, free my cock and put it between those pretty lips. Show me that you don’t want to earn another ten strokes of my cane, little girl. Show me that you deserve a reward.”

  Hesitantly, I reached for him and undid the button of his slacks. With extra care, I slid the zipper all the way down before I grasped at the waistband of his underwear. I anxiously pushed that out of the way too, revealing his enormous cock to my view. I licked my lips, suddenly very aware of how very thick he was in relation to the size of my small mouth. I had a feeling that by the time he was through with my mouth, my throat was going to be very sore too.

  His pressed his thumb in between my lips, forcing my mouth open before he slid his cock onto my tongue. He tasted of salty sweetness and absolute masculinity. For a moment, I gagged as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth and he paused, allowing me to prepare myself for his wide girth. I tentatively suckled around his cock as his taste permeated across my tongue and down into my throat.

  He allowed my gentle explorations for a small period of time. As the seconds passed, I grew bolder, swirling my tongue around his length again and again. My efforts were rewarded with moan of pleasure from him that sounded like music to my ears. My clit throbbed with need at the sound and I felt even more liquid heat gather between my thighs.

  It turned me on to worship him like this.

  I suckled at him harder, swirled my tongue more brazenly and took him as deeply as a dared. After that though, he decided to take back control.

  His fist closed around the hair at the back of my scalp, ensuring that he held my head steadily in place. He pulled his hips back and thrust them forward, causing me to yelp as he forced his cock down my throat. I cried out around his girth and panicked for a moment, but as he continued to pull his shaft in and out of my throat, I soon learned to time my breath with his movements.

  I tried to open my throat as much as I could. I couldn’t stop myself from gagging from time to time though. That didn’t stop him. In fact, it just made him fuck my throat harder.

  I realized that my punishment was far from over. He still had so many more ways to make me suffer tonight, whether it be his crop or with his cock.

  My throat burned from the ferocity of his thrusts and I whimpered around it. I begged and pleaded for mercy, even with his cock still fully in my mouth. The sound of my voice was shamefully wet as my tongue bounced off his length, the words garbled and just barely recognizable.

  His hand roughly pulled my hair and fiery pain blazed across my scalp. My eyes fluttered both in pleasure and decadent agony and my pussy pulsed with desire.

  I liked it when he used me like this. I liked that he made it hurt.

  I moaned around his cock and I lost myself in his dominance over me then. The moment that I surrendered completely, a sense of freedom came over me. It was liberating. I didn’t have to think or speak, I only had to feel and obey. He’d taken my control from me and I reveled in the loss of it. I basked in the utter release that it gave me, and I grew even more aroused because of it.

  He groaned and his cock throbbed against my tongue. I redoubled my efforts to please him and was rewarded with another. His grip tightened roughly on my hair and his movements grew more sporadic, his thrusts harder and I moaned around him again. His cock throbbed hard and the first spurt of his seed arced down my throat.

  I swallowed around his girth, again and again, as his cum marked my throat. His seed was unbelievable hot and tasted of him. I found that I couldn’t get enough of it. I greedily sucked his cock, ensuring that I swallowed every last drop of his essence before his grip relaxed on the back of my head.

  “There’s a good girl,” he groaned as I lapped up and down his shaft. He pulled free from my mouth after I finished cleaning him and tucked himself back into his slacks. When he was finished, he offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. He gathered a few things in his hands, including the crop, the bullet, and the restraints that were on the table. He also put the bottle of lubricant in his pocket.

  “Come now. It’s time for the next part of your punishment,” he said sternly, taking my fingers within his once more. He led me into the bedroom. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was rope attached to the four corners of the bed. I turned back toward him anxiously, but his expression was mysterious.

  “Climb onto the bed and lie down in the center. Extend your arms and legs. I’m going to bind you. You’re going to be entirely helpless and at my mercy. I want to punish those pretty little nipples and that wet little pussy with my crop until they are both bright pink. Then I’m going to fuck that pussy hard enough to remind you that I will always be in charge, that I own your beautiful little body. You’re going to come hard with my cock deep in that tight little pussy, aren’t you, little girl?” he demanded, and I cried out in shock at his words.

  “Yes, sir,” I finally managed to answer.

  “Good. Now up on the bed. I’m going to very much enjoy this,” he said firmly, and I trembled with arousal. He helped me to climb up on the bed and tied the restraints to the ropes already around the bed. Then he bound each of my arms and my ankles, tightening each of them so that I couldn’t bring my limbs together.

  I was completely bound. Powerless. Completely under his control.

  I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. I adored this feeling. I wanted more of it.

  My scorched backside pressed against the bed, igniting the stinging ache of the welts of the cane and the residual burning bite from his palm. Pain radiated across my ass and my thighs, a firm reminder of just how hard he could punish me if he wished it.

  My pussy tightened and Dominic brushed a finger across my wet folds.

  “Still so very wet, little girl. Does it turn you on to know that your little nipples and that pretty little pussy are about to be punished too?” he murmured, and I whined with desperate need, wanting to feel his cock sliding into me again and again.

  I wanted him to fuck me. Instead, he placed the bullet and the lubricant down on the bedside table. He took the crop and swung it through the air, the swishing sound as terrifying as it was mesmerizing. My nipples hardened in anticipation. My pussy tightened and a wave of arousing fear coursed through me, making even more wetness drip down onto my thighs.

  He tapped the wide head of the crop on my left nipple. Gradually, each tap grew harder and the gentle pleasurable sensation quickly grew more painful, the sting greater. I twisted my chest from side to side, but his aim was true every time. He never missed my sensitive bud, no matter how much I moved. By the end, he struck my nipple three times quite hard and agony burst across my breast. I cried out, but at the same time, pain twisted with pleasure in my core and I wanted to come even more.

  He moved to my right breast next and I wailed, knowing what was to come. The crop was ruthless, and I couldn’t avoid it. I felt more helpless than ever and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He punished my other nipple just as harshly before he placed the head of the crop on top of my pussy.

  I stilled, fearful of how much the crop would hurt between my legs.

  He snapped it down firmly and the wet sound of the leather slapping my most sensitive flesh was embarrassingly loud. Instantly, a terrible sting radiated across my tender folds and I cried out in a desperate attempt to lessen the pain. I tried to bring my thighs together, but the restraints held my ankles captive and far apart.

  The crop struck between my thighs several more times until I felt like my pussy was going to burst into flames. He reached between my legs and brushed his fingers along my wet punished flesh. Carefully, he spread my folds and I felt the cool air caress my exposed clit.

  Fuck.

  “Please!” I shrieked, suddenly very aware of what his inten
tions were. Not only was he going to punish my pussy, but he also meant to discipline my very sensitive clit.

  He didn’t listen.

  The crop struck my clit three times in quick succession. With every slap, my body tensed in agony and I cried out. My breath caught in the back of my throat and my cries quickened. Tears threatened to fall and when the crop quickly punished my poor nipples again, I started to sob. He struck my nipples several more times, as well as the flesh of my breasts before he returned back to my clit. He punished my sore and needy little bud until tears soaked my cheeks.

  I hardly noticed when he threw the crop down on the bed. I couldn’t see through my tears as he freed his cock from his pants, but I felt him when he climbed up onto the bed and pressed the blazing heat of his cock against my very wet and very sore pussy.

  I lifted my hips in invitation, needing him inside me more than ever.

  “Do you want to be fucked, little girl?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I wailed through my tears. Everything inside me demanded release. I felt like a spring that was coiled far too tightly, ready to shatter at any moment.

  “Would you like to come all over my cock, sweet girl?” he continued.

  “Yes. Please, sir,” I pleaded. I needed him so badly. My body had reacted viscerally to his punishment and I needed release more than ever. My pussy tightened and I whimpered, reminded of the heavy plug still inside my sore bottom hole. Liquid heat surged through my veins. I felt feverish with want, electric desire sizzling just below the surface of my skin. I whimpered and rocked my hips back and forth, desperate for the right amount of pressure that I needed to come right now.

  Teasingly, he pushed the head of his cock in and out of the entrance of my pussy. I whimpered and moaned, trying to get him to press into me more deeply.

  “Who owns this pretty little pussy?” he asked.

  “You do, sir,” I wailed.

  “Who decides when you get to come?” he pressed further.

  “You do, sir,” I whimpered.

  “Do you get to decide when you accept my help, little girl?” he questioned, staring down at me with a very dark and dangerous look.

  “No, sir. You do,” I cried. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I pleaded.

  “You’re forgiven, little girl. Now come for me. Come hard all over my cock,” he demanded. He thrust hard into my pussy, his movements punishing and rough and I keened as pain burst apart inside me. My body struggled to take his massive size. I was already so full of the large plug and his cock felt even more enormous because of it.

  He gave me no time to get used to him. He was finishing my lesson with his cock. Despite the pain, my pussy clenched greedily around him, taking every last inch even though it hurt. Especially because it hurt.

  He reached down and freed my ankles, leaving only my wrists captive. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, using my body as leverage to fuck my pussy even more deeply. I cried out as his cock thrust in and out of me. He was claiming me so utterly and completely and I couldn’t get enough of it. I was so very sore, and I knew I still had more to come, but I wanted him so very much. My inner walls fluttered around him and I could feel my release brewing just beneath the surface, ready to be set free. He grabbed the bullet off of the nightstand and pressed it against my clit. It flared to life and I screamed as he forced me to orgasm for him.

  I came so hard that I could have sworn I saw stars. The pain of my punishment only served to heighten my release and I found myself quickly drowning in an endless pool of pleasure. White-hot ecstasy cascaded through me, scorching me from the inside out. I cried out with my passionate release, feeling my pussy clench tightly around him and the large plug in my bottom hole.

  My thighs trembled as he fucked me through my orgasm. The bullet vibrated endlessly against my clit, coercing another release to the surface far too quickly after the last. Lost in the sensations of pain and pleasure, I was too weak to fight back against it and before I was ready for it, another orgasm shattered me, this one stronger than the last.

  His hips slapped against the pinkened flesh of my pussy, reigniting the pain from his crop with every thrust. It hurt, but it only served to make me come faster. Harder.

  The pleasure grew greater along with my desire. I screamed and I cried through my release, tears drying on my cheeks as I fractured into pieces beneath him. My core twisted in on itself, painful pleasure combining into an intoxicating mixture that left me breathless and begging for more.

  I came for a third time beneath him and I quickly realized that I had lost complete control of my body. He was coaxing one orgasm after another from me and I didn’t have the slightest choice about any of it. He was going to make me come again and again, no matter if it hurt and no matter if it made me cry. Especially if it did.

  He was going to punish me with pleasure until I was spent and then he was going to punish me some more.

  I lost count of how many times I came with his cock fucking my pussy. It didn’t matter. I lost myself in it all, surrendering to him in every way because that’s what he demanded of me. My pussy soon became just as sore of the rest of me. My clit pulsed with pain and unquenchable desire, both at war with each other and no end in sight.

  The vibrating bullet was relentless and brutally cruel. The more I came, the stronger it buzzed against my pussy, forcing me to come over and over. I begged him for mercy. I pleaded for him to turn it off. He didn’t. He only made it stronger. He only made me come harder.

  Finally, he reached over my head and released my wrists before he pulled free of my sore and aching pussy.

  “Up on your hands and knees. Naughty little girls get their sore little bottoms fucked hard in order to teach them who is really in charge,” he demanded.

  “Please. No more,” I begged.

  He grasped my nipples with both hands and pinched them hard. He twisted them roughly and I cried out at the swift burst of punishing agony that swept across my breasts.

  “That is not how you address me, little girl,” he warned, twisting my nipples even more harshly. I whimpered and answered him as rapidly as I could.

  “Yes, sir,” I quickly corrected myself. “I’m sorry, sir! Please!”

  He released my punished nipples and I quickly repositioned myself for him. He pressed me down so that my elbows pressed against the bed. He grasped the jeweled base of the plug and pulled, forcing it out of my body. I tried not to clench around it, but it was so very large, and it hurt as he took it out even though I had been wearing it for some time.

  The cool liquid of the lubricant poured over my bottom hole again and he quickly replaced the absence of the plug with his cock. He’d prepared me with the toy, but it paled in comparison to the girth of his massive shaft and I cried out as he pressed it inside me. He reached around my hips and used one hand to press the bullet back against my clit, while using the other to hold me in place at my hips.

  His hips slammed forward. There wasn’t a single ounce of gentleness in the way he took my bottom hole. It hurt and it was supposed to. The bullet roared to life once more and I was left with the inevitability of being made to come while he fucked me in the place where good girls were never supposed to be fucked.

  “I want to hear you come for me. I want to hear you sob as I make you come with my cock deep in your little bottom,” he growled, and another orgasm ripped through me with the power of a tidal wave.

  He fucked me roughly and nothing I could do would stop the advent of orgasms from coming. Again, he reminded me that I had no power when it came to him. He could play my body like a violin. He knew what I needed before I knew I needed it. It was almost as if he knew me better than I knew myself.

  I gave him everything in that moment. Every last shred of me became his and I rejoiced in that feeling. I accepted that he had all the control. I accepted it all.

  I came again. My cries grew more desperate, catching in the back of my throat and I knew I was close to tears on
ce more. My body was so well used. My ass hurt so much, his every thrust painful as his pelvis slapped against the welts his cane had left behind. My nipples were sore as they brushed against the blankets beneath me. My pussy hurt, punished by both his crop and his cock, but now my clit was throbbing with intense arousal that was as painful as it was pleasurable.

  Another orgasm fractured me into pieces, and I couldn’t stop myself.

  I began to cry. I sobbed with his cock deep inside my bottom. Tears rolled down my cheeks and even more pleasure shattered through me.

  “That’s a good girl,” he murmured.

  I was shaking from the tremendous amount of passion that had been forced from me, but he made no movements to stop fucking my bottom. If anything, he started pistoning into my bottom hole more roughly than before.

  “You’re going to come one last time for me while I mark this little bottom as mine,” he demanded, and I wailed. I couldn’t come another time. I was going to fall apart.

  But I would. I would because that’s what he was asking of me.

  The bullet’s vibrations intensified, and he groaned as he used my tight little hole. I wailed as I felt my pleasure rising once again. The feeling of another orgasm coming forward felt cruel and ruthless and I was afraid it was going to be the most brutal one of all. Fear simmered within me and as my arousal grew higher and higher, I grew even more frightened.

  “Please,” I pleaded. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I didn’t know if I wanted mercy or if I wanted to come again.

  I let him decide for me.

  “Come for me,” he growled, and I did.

  I came so hard that I sobbed through it all. I felt his cock throb deep inside my bottom hole and then the heated spurts of his seed inside me fractured me into a billion little shards of glass. My eyes rolled back into my head and the brilliant white decadence of my release blinded me. I could feel myself falling into euphoric bliss and I wondered if I would be ever made whole again.