Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien Delano

“No, my Master.’ She whispered against his mouth, tantalising him, “Today, I am going to blindfold you first.’

He frowned in astonishment. He had never been the submissive type; he had never been blindfolded when he was f*cking a woman.

Hell, no one had dared to blindfold him ever.

It meant relinquishing control, and he had never done that.

Lucien Delano never gave up control, not in the bed, not out of it.

He stiffened.

But she held him to her body and whispered fiercely, her head tilted back, the soft brown eyes gleaming,

“You OWE me this once, Lucien Delano.’

He grunted and allowed her to blindfold him.

He sat at the edge of the bed as she did it and then she pushed him onto the bed. Suddenly, he felt powerless as she took his arms. Guiding them gently but firmly above his head, he felt her tie them, binding him firmly to the railings of the bed above his head.

Now he was mildly mystified and getting a little uneasy.

‘Are you going to kill me, woman?’ he growled, threateningly.

She laughed her breath a soft wave, her long, unbound hair brushing his firm abs as she slid down his body, teasing and arousing him.

She moved up and took off his blindfold, and he felt his cock thrum in excitement.

Uncertainty was written large on her face; she had no clue about how to do this but she was working on instinct, and he felt a rush of desire shoot to his c*ck.

A woman trained to do this would have gone about her actions like a martinet; this was his innocent little wife, going about with no idea what she was doing.

But she had wanted to do this to him.

That knowledge was enough to make him rock hard.

She gently knelt before him and released his c*ck which sprung up, ready to thrust into her. But she was teasing him and he felt a hot wave of lust rush through his heated veins.

F*ck but this was too much for him, he thought as he lay, spread-eagled before her, his member hard and ready for whatever she was going to do to him. He felt powerless, and suddenly he knew what she was trying to make him understand.

Power.

And the loss of it.

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He groaned menacingly, his hot eyes glowing almost blue as they followed her every movement.

***

Proserpina

I had no idea how to go about this but I had wanted to teach Lucien a lesson and bring him to his knees.

To make him know what subjugation was.

And so I fixed up this elaborate charade.

The only knowledge I had was from the movies I had watched when I was with MJ and Jan-a couple of books they had been reading and discussing when I stayed with them.

But I was going to go ahead and do it my way, anyway!

Of course, the new lingerie was something I had bought a while ago to surprise my husband. But since I had not had the chance to wear it, I had pulled it out as an afterthought and brought it along to the lake house.

Now I looked at him and felt my gut clench.

The powerful man, my very own gangster lord, was now at my mercy. And he looked so hot. Dangerous and sexy.

I felt the wetness flood my core, seeping out

The muscular chest, covered with grey hair, tapered down to his member which was rigid and erect, leaking juices that I longed to lick off.

The strong legs spread, and his arms bulged with muscles.

The grey eyes watched me, unblinking. Brooding and deep.

The look on his face was that of a caged lion-an alert and not-too-happy lion-and I knew I would be thoroughly punished for having humiliated him in this way.

I had the Alpha at my mercy, and was I going to enjoy making him do a few tricks!

The thought made me smile.

“What are you smiling at?’ he ground out, voice rough with passion, and commanded,

‘Get over here and suck my c*ck, wh*re.’

Tied as he was to the bedposts, he looked more like an avenging dark angel than a victim.

His member, the thick head swollen and huge, reared up, dripping wet. The veins stood out, and I knew I wanted him inside me badly.

“Lucien Delano’ I murmured, shaking my head mournfully, as I knelt beside him on the bed, careful to keep some distance.

‘Did no one teach you manners?’

And daringly moving up to trail my mouth across his cheek, I whispered,

“Lesson Number 1. You do not tell me what to do.”

His lean cheeks were dark with stubble, and he swung his head to capture my mouth and kiss me, hard, his tongue dominating mine as I moved up, cradling his head. My breasts rested on his chest, and I knew it was turning him on-the weight of them.

I held his head in my hands, lovingly kissing him back.

Then abruptly, I moved away.

A look of surprise appeared on his face. His eyes, heavy with the need to take me, became aware that I was not going to let him have the pleasure.

He swore softly, and I beamed at him.

‘You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you, little girl?’ he gritted through his teeth.

Smiling, I crawled, trailing my tongue across the length of his chest, flicking his flat nipples and sucking, and then biting them. Dragging my tongue the length of his flatboard abs, I moaned softly.

Having him helpless under me was definitely turning ME on!

He grunted, moving helplessly under me. I stopped, raised my head and asked innocently,

“Are you in pain, my Master?’

He swore and glared at me, sweat beading his upper lip, his grey eyes like lasers.

“Get on with it, woman.’ He grunted tightly.

‘Manners!’ I chided lightly

And I continued to tease him with my tongue, till I reached his shaft which was standing erect.

I cast a glance at his face, flushed with desire.

Kneeling down, I took him in my mouth, lovingly. I grazed my teeth lightly across the tip, sucking, licking. Massaging the heavy balls, I licked them too.

He was grunting by now, painfully, and I knew he would come very soon.

But that was not part of the plan.

Then, humming softly, I sucked him into my mouth and began to milk him fiercely using my mouth, gently grazing him with my teeth in the way I knew he could not resist. He growled and thrashed, his muscles bulging.

Hoarsely, he groaned, ordering me in his coarse way.

“Untie me, you f*cking wh*re. Untie me NOW .’

I mumbled my dissent, and he began to thrust his c*ck into my mouth faster, his powerful legs raising his lower body, forcing me to accommodate him. I gagged.

Suddenly, I raised my head with a gasp and knelt back, watching him. Pushing my hair away from my face, I almost squealed in excitement. The expression on his face, of disbelief and thwarted desire, made me giggle.

I sat back, laughing merrily, and watched as he bellowed with rage.

‘WOMAN!’ he bellowed.

“Ssh…my Master.’ I said softly, leaning over to graze my lips over his shaft.

‘ I think I want to drink some water.’

I slid off the bed and took off my bra. I massaged my heavy breasts with my hands, crooning softly. He lay still, his eyes never leaving my large breasts, breathing hard.

Lightly brushing my nipples across his chest with a gurgle, I rose and stalked off towards the minibar and the fridge.

He shouted, livid with rage,

“Get back here, you sl*t and finish what you have started, damn you.’

A string of abuses followed.