Marissa I am first to enter the library on Monday afternoon. I pick a table in the back that is secluded but still visible to anyone going in or out. Luca sits on the chair next to me, making sure James has to sit opposite of me. As I unpack my notes and my brand new laptop, Cheryl and James arrive. Cheryl looks pleased that James has to sit next to her but then her eyes land on Luca’s large biceps and firm chest. “Who is this? Do we have an extra member in our group?” Cheryl asks as she eyes up Luca. Her eyes show appreciation and a flirty smile breaks out on her lips. “Are you new? I’m Cheryl.” She sticks out her hand for Luca to shake while she batted her lashes. Luca looks at the hand as if it were covered in mud and I have to bite my lip hard to keep from laughing. I meet James’ eyes and he has the same expression as me. I clear my voice and do my best to collect myself. “This is Luca. He is my, ehm-” I sneak a glance at Luca unsure of how I should introduce him. “He is kind of
Marissa I’m pretty nervous the next day and the fact that I’m going to sleep with Antonio again. I’m not sure what to expect or what he expects of the night. I hope that he wont expect me to have sex because I’m not sure I’m ready. At the same time I want to have sex. It’s not that I’m ashamed of being a virgin at twenty years old, but I’m curious and I want to explore the lust I feel towards Antonio. My thoughts return to Friday morning and what we did then. My cheeks blush bright red and I bite my lip hard. I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Slut! The shame of my feelings wash over me. I shouldn’t want to do that. I should instead try to figure out how to get out of the situation I’m in. Then my thoughts fall on my parents. I feel the anger rise in my chest. Perhaps I should stay with Antonio and be happy just to spite my parents. It is their fault that I am in this situation. It is they who sold me to Antonio for the rush of gambling. Then the anger gives way to sorrow. I miss my
Marissa “What kind of punishment should you receive for being late to dinner?” Antonio asks the second the door closes behind him. I whip around to look at him. He is leaning against the closed door with a stern expression as he waits for an answer to his question. I bite my lip and wring my hands in front of me. “B-but I needed to finish my writing.” I look at him through my lashes trying to make myself look innocent and sweet in hope of escaping punishment. He folds his arms across his chest and raises one dark brow. I take a cautionary step backwards. It has been at least two weeks since he spanked me and my behind has been thankful for that. He pushes away from the door and takes a step towards me. The look on his face is that of a predator stalking on its prey. “You know that dinner is at seven. You know that I disapprove of tardiness. And you know that you get punished when you misbehave.” “Antonio, please. It was only ten minutes.” I beg him and take another step back. “Te
Marissa It feels like every bone in my body has disappeared and I lay lipm on the bed trying to catch my breath. Antonio keeps giving me light kisses on my mound, slowly working his way up while dragging my dress with him. The rough texture of his trimmed beard scratch against my skin, as his soft lips and tongue kiss their way over my stomach, heightening the sensation of pleasure. When he frees my breast he stops to look at them and lightly trace my right nipple with his finger. “So beautiful and perfect.” He leans down and catches my nipple in his mouth. I moan and arch against him as he suckles hard on my erect nippel and mold the other breast with his hand. I run my fingers through his hair and give him a light tug. With a pop he leaves my nipple to remove my dress the rest of the way. With his help I manage to scoot up to the middle of the bed and then he descends on me again. His kisses are dominant as he fists one hand in the hair on the back of my neck. He angels my head i
Marissa “And do I have any say in that matter?” His dark eyes take me in. They trace my brow, my cheek, my lips and then come back to meet my eyes and he sighs. “We have not discussed this but a family is something to be expected when getting married.” I push against his chest and he rolls off me. I sit up and grab a pillow and hug it to my body. “You mean the marriage I’m not even allowed to choose if I want to be a part off?” With an angry puff I scoot off the bed and turn to him. “I’m not ready to have children, Antonio. Maybe I don’t want your children at all.” Antonio lays still on the bed with his hands linked behind his head and my treacherous eyes sweep over his lean form. His beautiful body, covered in a sheen coat of sweat, is up for display and the evidence of my lost innocence visible on his softening cock. He has no care in the world that he is naked. “Just as you don’t have any say in becoming my wife, you don’t have a say in being the mother of my children.” I snor
Marissa After that day I sleep in Antonio’s room most nights. He wants me there every night but I still feel the need for my own space. We agree that I get to sleep in my room on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and the days when I had my period he allowed me to sleep in my room an extra night. The other nights I sleep in his bed. But he won’t let me sleep before we enjoy each other's bodies and I pass out from exhaustion and pleasure. His stamina is way too high! But you love it! And that is true. He tried to convince me that Christmas break meant that I should sleep with him every night but I said no. He even tried pouting. Who could have guessed that a ruthless mafia leader could pout, and be ruthlessly cute when doing it? Not that I actually know how ruthless he is. He is very secretive about that part of his business. Since I came here there have been both breakfasts and dinners that he has missed due to his more secret occupation. Sometimes he disappears late at night or ve
Antonio With a towel I dry the sweat and blood splatter off my face and hands. Behind me I hear the painful groan from Mikhail Egorov. Three weeks ago there was an attack on one of our shipments and ten people were killed. Three widows, seven children without fathers, ten families in grief and million dollars worth of drugs was the result. I know that Ivan Morozov is the man that ordered the attack but I can’t go directly at the leader of the Russians. Mikhail might not be anyone important in their organization but I know for sure he has the information I want. But he is a tough guy to break and I don’t have time to play for the next two days. In the worst case he will have to stew and I can continue after the weekend. A little starvation might do good. “Mikhail, Mikhail, Mikhail.” I tusk at him while shaking my head. “If you just give me the place where my shipment is being held we can quit this game.” I turn to look at the bloody mess that used to be Mikhail. Blood and drool pours
Antonio I want to shout at her to hurry up. To take out my cock and put it in her mouth for her to suck until I shoot my load down her throat. But I hold myself back. Her fingers hook into the waistline of my boxer briefs and pull them down. I can see the glistening drop of precum on the head and she licks her lips as if she’s being treated to the most delicious thing she can think of. This time I can’t hold back a groan that comes deep from my chest. He eyes dart up to meet mine as she reaches for my dick. She holds it firmly in her hand and guides it to her mouth while holding my gaze locked on hers. Fuck! Who knew she was such a temptress? Her warm, slick tongue licks up my shaft and swirls around the head of my cock before she finally takes it in her mouth. I emit a breathless moan as I feel her warmth envelop me. “Fuck! Marissa! I won't be able to hold off very long!” I groan and she moans in consent. Since that first time she has evolved tremendously in the blowjob department.