All Chapters of Owned By The Irish Mafia Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Where Do You Want To Start?

Elle"I want you to teach me about intimacy.""Teach you?" His eyes form a questioning line.I nod. Suddenly it feels like I'm not even prepared to have this conversation and should've spent my time creating a presentation to convince him.But between being angry at him and having him press me up against the wall and apologise, the thought hadn't crossed my mind until right this very moment."Yes, teach me," I repeat. My voice softens with my rising panic as I nervously toy with the fabric of my sleeve. The confidence I'd mustered to begin this conversation has now almost evaporated, but somehow I find just enough of it to press on and not run away in embarrassment."When you say intimacy, do you mean...""I mean sex, Aaron. I want you to teach me about sex." Heat douses my face at the word and I watch his composure shatter.His eyebrows shoot up and his jaw slackens in pure amazement as he takes in my words. My heart rate spikes as the air around us shifts, crackling with the intensi

You're blushing

Aaron. "When I said I wanted to touch you, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." Elle giggles nervously while staring down at my body beneath hers. I smile up at her, the tie we used to secure me to the bedpost digging into my skin When I asked Elle what she wanted to do first this was it. Well, not this exactly but she wanted to touch me. She hadn't touched a man's body before and mentioned that the time we were together I was the one doing most of the exploring while she just stood there. We were currently in my room, trying to change that. Was it what she had in mind? No. But it was the Best situation I could think of to grant her request and teach her at the same time. Having me tied up would allow her to explore all the different parts of me to her little heart's content. I can't teach her about sex without first getting her comfortable enough with my body and I can't teach her about intimacy if she doesn't understand what part of me she likes first. "What, you don't

Complicater: The Art Of Sucking

ElleI have a man's cock in my mouth.Scratch that, I have my husband's cock in my mouth. And I like it.I fucking like it.Attention everyone, my mouth is full of my husband's cock and I fucking like it. This is unbelievable.So Fucking unbelievable and weird and...Fuck, why is he so big?He's so long and gloriously thick and I struggle to fit all of him in my mouth. So far I only have my lips wrapped around a good portion of his cock, which is not nearly enough to satisfy the craving building inside my stomach. I try to take more of him into my mouth but I only end up gagging.I pull back instantly, resting my chin against his thigh, as I struggle to stabilise my breathing."What is it?" He asks, sounding panicked I struggle to catch my breath and reacquire my composure."Nothing," I breathe, "You're just so big, and it's hard to take all of you at once.""Shit, Angel, don't say that.""But it's the truth" I lean closer, still not willing to let go of his cock entirely and kiss t

TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER

WARNING This next chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault. Note that Elle isn't assaulted but the scene may still be considered to be graphic by some readers Please do not proceed to the chapter if you find this type of content distressing. I will leave a * sign for when it's safe to read again. Bye for now 👋🏽❤️

The Past (4)

ElleThere's a body on top of me. It's heavy and warm and it feels like I might die if it doesn't come off soon.I try to push it off me, but my body feels tired underneath the dead weight, and there's very little mobility allowed to my limbs.Panic sweeps through me like a snake, slowly slithering its way up my spine and wrapping its tail around my throat.What is happening?I can't breathe. I want to scream."Shhhh, relax. It'll be over before you know it."My heart stutters in my chest. I know that voice."Uncle Finn?"He laughs like I've just said a joke, then rubs his cheek against the back of my neck, the stubble on his jaw scraping against my bare skin as his rancid breath fans against my cheek.Shit.Shit. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.It's happening again. It's fucking happening again. Tears clog my throat. The tail squeezes my windpipes until I'm about to burst."Shhh, there, there, relax while I take care of you.""Please get off of me", I beg, the words tangled in desperation

Do You Think About Me?

ElleThe following morning when I wake up, Aaron is gone. His side of the bed is warm and empty except for a folded-up slip of paper resting on top of his pillow.I manage to hoist myself into a sitting position and reach for the note, my eyes still groggy with sleep.Elle,Had to leave before you woke up. Something urgent came up and as much as I wished that I could, I couldn't reschedule. I’ll be back later tonight, but in the meantime, I want you to create a list of all the things you want me to do to you for our next lessons. I want you to be as detailed as possible. Write down every fantasy, every desire and everything you've ever wanted to try, no matter how small and when I get back tonight, we'll go over it together.See you then.Aaron.I re-read the note again and again, my gaze scanning each word until it's permanently engraved in my brain.He wants me to write a list?I lift the paper back up again and scan through the words then drop it onto the bed with a frustrated br

To What Do I Owe The Welcome

AaronElle throws her arms around my neck and brings me down to her lips the moment I step through the door of our bedroom.It takes my mind a full second to catch up with what is happening, and when it does, I wrap my hand around her waist and snake the other behind her neck, into the thick luscious waves of her hair, and angle her face so I can kiss her deeper.God, I missed her.I haven't stopped thinking about her since this morning and while I have no idea what I did to be kissed like this, I don't make a habit of complaining when good things happen to me.She lets out a moan when I flick her tongue with mine, and I let out one of my own when she presses her body firmly against mine, practically caging me against the door.My hands drop to her hips, dragging her up slightly to maximise the contact, and the sound she makes this time is downright sinful and goes straight to my cock. I groan and grind my thickening length against her stomach which unfortunately snaps her out of wha

Touch Yourself

Elle"Strip"I stare up at my husband as the authoritative manner in which he orders me to take off my clothes causes a row of shivers to crash along my skin.Anticipation builds low in my belly, and I find myself reaching down and fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.When I kissed him earlier, it was as if I'd been possessed. It wasn't just a desire; it was a desperate, psychological need. It had to happen, and in that same frantic impulse, I found myself here, beneath him, seconds away from baring myself—No, my soul to him.Aaron's jaw shifts from side to side. Arching a brow, he waits, patiently watching to see if I'll do as he says, and I wonder if, like last night, I'm in control.I hope I am.Now that I've had a taste of what it feels like I always want to be in control when we're like this. I don't know how Aaron is well enough in the bedroom, but something tells me that he isn't a man who gives up that aspect of himself easily, and the fact that he's willing to give i

Something Wrong

ElleI wish I could tell you that I stayed buried in the state of post orgasmic bliss for the rest of the evening but that would be a terrible lie.Once Aaron finishes with his shower, he makes his way back to where I'm still lying in bed and presses his lips on my cheek. I smile as he slips in beside me on the bed, but then I notice his expression, which causes me to straighten."Something wrong?""I need to tell you something," He informs me. My mind immediately races to the millions of things my husband would want to discuss with me after giving me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life, but none of them requires such a stern expression."What is it?"He sighs, his gaze coming to rest on my face. He's no longer dressed in the clothes he came back in. A black cotton shirt stretches across broad expanses of muscle while his bottom half is covered by sweats pants a few shades lighter. His hair is still damp from his shower and some of it sticks to his forehead in thick clumps.

Civilization

ElleI spend the next couple of days at home, though “waiting” feels like a generous way to describe what I’m actually doing. Aaron is rarely home. He's been trying to keep tabs on Neil, whose slate, unfortunately, continues to stay clean. There aren't any records tying him to the shooters. According to Aaron, their payments were sent from an untraceable offshore account, routed through so many shell companies that even his best tech contacts have hit a brick wall trying to find anything.It's honestly so frustrating. Neil has been temporarily unseated—only until the end of the week. The council has given Aaron just seven days to solve this debacle, and if he fails, he’ll be forced to drop the case and allow Neil back onto the council.Something neither of us wants.And since Neil is not under the guidelines of the council for now, it means he can launch another attack and put me as the main target since Aaron is the one holding the line against him. Simply put, I’m the leverage.

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