Chapter 3: Call me daddy

For the first time in her entire life, Natasha didn't think of Charlie. She didn't care what he would do if he found out.

For the first time, she wanted to rebel.

Leonard climbed into the bed, his movements slow and predatory.

He grabbed her feet and pulled her towards him until he was positioned between her thighs.

"You’re a sweet girl, Natasha," he rasped. "And I respect you. But for the next few minutes, it’s going to look like I don’t."

He ran a finger up her wet slit, causing her to shudder with need.

"Do you understand me?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes, Mr. Masseria."

He slapped his finger on her cunt, shutting her up. "So wet... such good pussy wasted on Charlie."

He pushed a finger through her folds and rubbed against her inner walls. She clamped hard around him, pulsing around his finger like a heartbeat.

"So goddamn tight," he growled. "Why's a good girl like you wasting your existence over a man who doesn't give a fuck about you?"

"I..." her voice trailed off as he fingered her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her.

"Answer me, bellissima."

His Italian, spoken in that pussy-throbbing deep voice, almost made her cum on the spot.

"I love Charlie," she whispered.

"If you really loved him, you wouldn't be here right now, opening your thighs wide like a good girl for me. Would you?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but he was thrusting two fingers into her wet folds already. Her eyes rolled back, her breath shuddering out.

"I knew you were starved the moment I saw you," he continued. "Starved from being touched, from being fucked senseless. And when you wandered into the hall, you wanted me to notice you."

He slapped his cock against her clit, making her cry out.

"Say it, Natasha. You wanted me to use this body as much as I wanted."

He rubbed his cock in a slow circle over her clit until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

"Say it!" he commanded.

"Yesss... God, yesss I wanted you. The way you looked at me..."

"Go on," he urged her when she stopped.

"Charlie has never looked at me that way." She bit her lips on a loud moan as he lifted her thighs and anchored them around his shoulders. This was what she had been craving for.

And she didn't feel a lick of guilt.

"Make love to me, Mr. Masseria. Please."

"Pretty girl, I don't make love." He lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue over her soaked cunt. "I fuck. Hard! Until the only thing you can think about is me."

Natasha was dripping so bad by the time he raised his head. Her hands crawled into his hair and fisted.

"Why don't you make your request again? And this time, call me daddy."

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard."

"That's it," he growled and whipped her to her stomach. "Get on your hands and knees."

She obeyed, supporting her weight on her elbows while she spread open her thighs and curved her spine.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her flush against him and delivered a hard spank on her ass.

"Bite into the pillow, Natasha. You're going to need it."

He thrust hard into her after that, driving his entire cock into her warm, dripping pussy.

She screamed into the pillow at the overwhelming sensation of being filled up. Her knees trembled as he pressed down on her back, grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her deeply.

"Mmhmm, so fucking tight. I love the way you clench hard around me... oh fuckkkkk...." he moaned as her inner walls clenched tighter.

His hand wrapped around one large ass cheek. He squeezed, jiggled it softly and delivered another spank.

"Damn... that ass..." He spanked her again, relishing the way it recoiled and bounced against his abs.

Each thrust from him made her pussy squelch wetly. Juices coated the entire length of his cock. He threw his head back, his eyes half closed as he drilled deeper into her.

Natasha was in heaven. Her moans of ecstasy increased with every thrust. When he spanked her, she saw stars.

He pulled out suddenly and whipped her around. "Spread those thick thighs, Natasha. Like a good girl. Wrap them around me."

She locked her ankles around his waist as he lowered over her body. He fondled her breasts, buried his face between the soft mounds and sucked hard on her nipples.

"Your tits are fucking perfect," he growled, then positioned his cock at her wet slit and rammed in deeply.

She screamed out loud, so loud that it made him insane. He clamped one hand over her mouth and wrapped his other hand around her throat.

His hips rocked at a steady pace as he increased his thrusts. His skin slapped wetly against hers, filling the room with the erotic sounds. He grinded into her, his cock digging deeply until he reached her g-spot.

"I'm... I'm cumming..." she gasped and started to jerk beneath him.

"Let it all out, baby girl." He thrust faster, slamming hard until he felt her cunt pulse and throb.

Her back bowed off the bed as she climaxed, her cries of ecstasy muffled by his hand over her mouth.

He watched her all through, thrusting softly, veins standing out in his neck as he restrained himself from cumming. The sensation of her pussy walls sucking on his cock was so overwhelming, he almost went insane.

When she finished, he thrust into her twice, a strangled moan escaping him.

"Oh fuckkkkk... I'm gonna cum..."

He thrust hard one last time and rapidly pulled out. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he pumped himself.

"Touch your breasts, bellissima," he growled.

She squeezed her round breasts, and that pushed him over the edge.

Hot ropes of sperm spewed out of his cock as he trembled and stroked himself faster. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, spraying her breasts with his sperm until he had emptied it out.

Then he leaned over the bed and kissed her, slowly, softly, a sharp contrast to the rough way he just fucked her.

"How was that for your real first time?"

Natasha opened her mouth to respond, but a loud gunshot suddenly ripped through the silent night.

She shot up in shock, her eyes slowly going wide.

"What was that?" she whispered.

Another shot sounded, and a second later, the bullet crashed through the walls.

She screamed as more gunshots followed, fired in rapid succession and crashing into the house.

Strangely enough, Leonard didn't look surprised. In fact, he expected it.

He swiftly lifted Natasha in his arms and hurried back to his room.

"Put this on." He handed her a large t-shirt and shorts, then rushed into a pair of dark pants and a matching leather jacket.

"What's happening?" Natasha asked just as a bullet slammed into the window and shattered it.

Leonard shielded her with his body as glass flew around. Then he grabbed her arms and pulled her close.

"There's no time for questions. Put on the clothes. Now!"

She rushed into the baggy shirt and shorts, watching as he opened his closet and withdrew a shotgun.

He moved towards the shattered window, lifted the gun and fired with precise aim. A second later, someone screamed loudly in pain.

Natasha watched in horror as he turned to another corner and let loose another bullet. Then he grabbed her arm, pulled her towards the closet and pushed her in.

"Stay in here. No matter what happens, do not come out."

"Wait!" she cried out, grabbing his arm. "What's happening? Who are these people?"

"They're here for me." Leonard said emotionlessly.

"I don't understand. Who are you?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Don Leonardo, godfather of the Iron Blood Cartel."

The moment the words left his lips, the roof of the house caved in and armed men crashed into the bedroom.