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.
Marissa Christmas Day together with Antonio’s family was nice. There were a lot of people that I didn’t know and a few children. Now that I saw Romeo together with other children I could see that he had problems with keeping up and easily had tantrums. There were two older boys in their early teens that took Romeo under their wings and played with him. That made me smile. As an official christmas gift from Antonio I got a necklace, ring and earrings specially made for me. They were beautiful but their beauty is not the most important. They have a tracking device inside if I should somehow end up missing, or worse, abducted. They were made of titanium with a beautiful sapphire shaped like a teardrop. Antonio got an expensive notebook bound in leather and a high-end pen from me. But today is the most important day of Christmas for me. At least this year. Mom and dad are coming at noon for lunch. It will be the first time I’ll see them since Antonio took me away from them. Antonio has
Marissa As soon as the door closes behind me the tears start to fall. Antonio takes me in his arms and gently strokes my hair. He doesn’t say a word, only hushes me. I have no idea how long we stand like that, me silently crying and he comforting me. When my tears slow down I lean out from him to look up into his dark eyes. “Thank you.” I croak out and then lean back into his embrace again. “Let’s go up to our room.” He unfolds his arms around me and takes my hand. “Didn’t you have something we needed to do?” He smiles down at me but keeps walking. “Oh. I certainly have something in mind that we can do. But nothing that has to be done.” His tone is husky but at the same time filled with mischief. “Then, why?” “I heard everything they said. I knew they upset you and I only wanted them to leave.” His voice loses all sound of joke and lust. Instead it is stiff and slightly angry. “We can do whatever you want. Do you want to take a swim?” “Yeah. That would be nice.” “Skinny dip?”