Punishing Thirst : Mafia Romance (Rough Redemption Book 1)

by Olivia Fox

  I’d give her bruises tonight to remember me by.

  “Your nipples are perfectly suckable, baby. Made for playing with.” I gently flicked my forefinger at the erect nub on my side of the bench and she moaned and squirmed.

  Promising.

  “Someone should lavish them with attention.” I watched her writhe beneath me, anticipating what came next.

  Teasing her.

  Making her wait.

  “This might be intense.” I squeezed the bulb of the nipple sucker, and placed it over her nipple, allowing suction to do its work.

  She gasped, “Oh!”

  I frowned. “Oh, what?” I asked. “What do you call me in here?” I swatted her ass none too gently.

  “Oh, Sir! It’s intense.”

  “Your nipples need extra attention when we fuck. They’re one of the most sensitive places on your body.” I tugged gently on one nipple then the other, “We’ll leave these on for a few minutes so you’re supersensitive.”

  The silence played out between us while she guessed what would happen next.

  Meanwhile, I had time to play with her.

  I was going to make my little kitty cat purr.

  13

  Savanna

  Wrists and ankles strapped down tight on the spanking bench, I had to stretch my neck back to see the smug grin curling up the edges of his mouth, and I realized, the worst thing he could do now was stop touching me.

  My hips arched towards the ceiling and pleasure rippled out from my nipples, spreading through my entire body.

  The heat between my legs was pulsing insistently along with my heartbeat.

  Demanding his attention.

  Maybe I should plead with him; he seemed to like that. What I really wanted to do was climb on top of him and ride him like a mechanical bull.

  He crossed to the other side of the bench and tugged at the little rubber suction cup sucking the tip of my breast. It ached so good; a frustrated groan left my mouth before I could stop it.

  Would he let me come soon?

  I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. Being under his control got me hotter than anything I’d ever experienced before. I was his to use and claim as he wished.

  “This time, I want you to count, princess. And after each blow, you can thank your Sir. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Why was it so hot addressing him this way?

  I’d never call him “Sir” in real life. I was a capable woman, believed in equality, and could defend myself against any man.

  My willful devotion to him was nearly taboo in politically correct society, and that made it even more appealing.

  Dante ran his rugged hand along the back of my thighs, up to my ass and caressed my skin. The calloused texture of his skin reminded me how strong he was. How he dwarfed me. How he could manhandle me and win when I didn’t have a weapon for self-defense.

  I was rebellious by nature.

  Being a submissive went against everything I stood for.

  And yet I wanted to kneel at his feet, to crawl for him, to be his little sex slave… all of those thoughts made my blood throb with desire.

  Dante was what I’d been looking for, I just never knew it until I found him.

  He walked away and returned to thwack my buttocks with something smaller than my hand and flat, patting me all over. He brought it to my face, and I fidgeted beneath my restraints, a leather riding crop. He brought it down hard, assaulting my bottom.

  “One! Thank you, Sir. That hurts so much more than your hand!”

  “Safe word?”

  “Not yet.” It hurt like fuck.

  My ass burned with pain as he delivered nine more whacks, and I thanked him for each one.

  I held my breath. Hoping he’d continue.

  “It hurts, but it makes my pussy feel so good, Sir.” I murmured, seesawing my hips, hoping to turn him on.

  I kept wiggling, and he growled, “Stop moving.”

  “Why, Sir, does that make you want to fuck me?” I teased.

  Big mistake.

  Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack!

  This time, the blows came so quickly that I didn’t have time to count and thank him in between smacks.

  I screamed, “Ow, God, I’m sorry, Sir! Please stop. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  The punishment ceased, even though I never even mentioned the little red wagon.

  Again, I could sense him moving behind me, observing me under his microscope in his sex laboratory.

  Where pain met pleasure.

  Genuine pain wouldn’t do a thing for me.

  The crop brought my senses to life, enhanced the pounding in my pussy.

  I needed him to be inside me, stat.

  “You’re so pretty back here, baby. Like a flower opening up to me. Your little hole is glistening, right where I’m going to fuck you.” He put a hand on each of my hindquarters and lowered himself to the most private part of my body… and took a whiff.

  “You’re pink back here too, the same color as your nipples.” He swiped a finger across my folds. “So wet and ready for me, covered with the aroma of your arousal.”

  He stepped forward to my side again and flicked one sucker still glommed onto my nipple, causing a zing of pleasure to shoot through the tip.

  “Oh, Sir! It’s really sensitive.”

  “Exactly the point, beautiful.” He undid the restraint around my hands and ankles and picked me up in his arms as easy as he would lift a sack of feathers.

  “Where are we going?” The rock-hard erection beneath his trousers didn’t escape my attention.

  He sat me on the side of the mattress under a dimmed chandelier and gently shoved me backwards so that my back was flat against the puffy comforter.

  Dante loomed over me, his formidable jaw clenched and painted in whiskered shadow, his forearms dangerously rooted on either side of me, and the promise of what was to come was absolutely rigid beneath his jeans. He tugged his zipper down, and the length of his hardness sprang mercifully free from its prison.

  His every part was wrought like the hardwood and cement he dispatched every day for his livelihood.

  Gently, he moved over me and placed his large hand upon my neck, applying enough pressure to hold me in place, while he reached for the nipple closest to him and plucked off the clinging rubber.

  Sensation gushed into the tip of my breast, and he lowered his generous, fiery mouth to pull at the aching bud that was on fire with need.

  “Ah, son of a biscuit eater!” I yelled. “That’s extreme!”

  While I was still under a sensuous spell, he plucked the pink sucker off of my other nipple, so now both of them felt the sensuous burn.

  He moved back and forth, from one stiff peak to the next, sucking and licking at the oversensitive tips. Tormenting me with his mouth.

  I was going to come.

  With his tongue, he drew circles around the tender tips, spreading lust across my flesh like melted butter.

  Something delicate and warm rose in my chest to see his dark curls lowered to my breasts, suckling there.

  His mouth pulled hard at the skin on my breast.

  Oh God, he was going to leave a mark if he didn’t stop.

  I didn’t want him to stop.

  It felt so good, and was so primitive, his bruising me with his mouth.

  Marking me as his property.

  His fiancée.

  I arched my back, giving myself to him to taste. To use as he wanted.

  “Oh, Dante. That’s so hot.”

  “Who am I?”

  “Sir, that’s so hot. Oh, please don’t stop.” I began kneading his hard chest.

  He blew hot breath in my ear, and panted my name. “You’re so needy. I like it, and I like this.”

  He swiped his finger over the kiss mark on my skin. “I’ll give you more—keep you marked up so all other men know you’re mine.”

  He flipped me over roughly on the bed, so I was ass up and at his mercy.

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sp; “You stay right where you are. Don’t move an inch.”

  I tried to see what he was doing, but he reprimanded me. “Put your head down, Savanna.” He walked back to the bed, and I could sense him raising his hand high in the air.

  He brought it down on my ass and it stung like a mother. “Heavens to Murgatroyd!” I yelled. “What the fuck!?”

  “Watch your mouth,” he snarled. “Count like I taught you and remember your place.”

  “One Sir, but that really hurt.”

  “A paddle is supposed to hurt. That’s the whole point.” He continued to wallop me, and I kept counting, gritting my teeth as I did so.

  It was so hard not to put my hands on my ass for protection.

  He paused at five. “Spread your legs wider.”

  I moved my legs inches apart. “Wider. Enough so I can inspect your hot little pussy and see how she’s doing.”

  Oh God, being on display for his viewing pleasure should have mortified me, but I felt the slick dripping down the inside of my thighs.

  A reaction to his rough treatment.

  “You’re dripping. I can see it from here.” He slid the pad of a huge finger up and down my wetness. “Just a few more strokes to frame this pretty pussy in cherry red.”

  My ass felt red enough already.

  I wasn’t sure how much I could take, and I bit at the bedspread underneath me to keep from screaming.

  As if reading my mind, he said, “It’s okay to scream. No one will hear you from inside our special place. Besides, your wailing gets my dick hard.”

  He rubbed the burning flesh he’d been punishing and said, “I want to ram you from behind and watch this sweet crimson flesh jiggle around my dick like Jell-O. When we’re married, you’re going off those pills you think I don’t know you take. I’ll fill you with my seed and plant your womb with my child.”

  He shoved two fingers up my cunt and started thrusting until I pumped back at him.

  Then he removed his hand.

  Too turned on to question him about why he was talking as if we would really marry, and just turned on enough to relish the thought of him planting his seed in me, I wriggled at his absence.

  He reached down, lifted my hips up off the bed so I was on all fours. He gripped my slick clit between his fingers: squeezing, rubbing, flicking until my body vibrated in response.

  “I’ve ordered a sucker for this too.” Squeeze. He pinched my sensitive nub. “Someday I’ll put it on you and have you walk around in public with me. Would that make you horny, baby?”

  “I… I don’t know. I’ve done nothing like that before.”

  “I think you’ll like it. I think you like it when I tell you what to do, no matter how dirty. How depraved. You’re my very bad girl, aren’t you?”

  All I could do was moan. Words weren’t coming to mind.

  Pinch. Pinch.

  He pinched each of my nipples again.

  “Still sensitive?”

  I mewled the affirmative.

  “My beautiful girl. I need to fuck that soaking wet pussy before you make me come just from touching you.”

  “Why don’t you let me climb on top of you, Sir? Would you like that? You can watch my pussy riding your cock that way.”

  He lay down on the bed and the thickness of his erection amazed me, jutting into the air. “Get on top of my cock, Savanna. Now.”

  My ovaries fell right into line, and I did what he said. I felt ripe for him. My mind was functioning on an animal level, instinct only. I wanted him to do whatever it took to fulfill his depraved longings.

  His proud erection curved upwards, ready for anything, as evidenced by the pearly droplets of precum dripping down the swollen head. It made me braver than I’d ever been before with a man. With Dante, I could bare my darkest urges.

  I slid my hand up and down the steely length of him, appreciatively, and watched as a little more fluid leaked from the tip. I lapped it up with my tongue, and he made a hungry sound at the back of his throat.

  “I need you, Sir. I need it hard and deep.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, baby. You might just get it.” I slowly crawled up his beautiful body and felt like a tiny toy on top of his imposing build.

  I teased him by tugging at one of my nipples while I smeared his precum around the head of his cock.

  Dante lifted me up and onto his throbbing dick, and with one swift plunge he filled me up so that I could no more hold back my scream than keep a pack of stampeding mustangs at bay.

  My eyes shut tight, and my entire body was overwhelmed with the sensation of his swollen shaft stroking me relentlessly.

  I wanted to entice him, as he did me with his impressive erection, so I placed my hands over his shoulders and used the leverage to bounce myself up and down on his cock.

  His eyes closed, his mouth open, his expression mimicked that of someone in pain.

  “Do you like that, Sir? Do you enjoy fucking into me hard while I slam on your dick?” He moaned with satisfaction.

  “Do you like seeing my tits shake, and the bruises you left on my skin?” I swiped my fingers across the purple stamps made by his mouth, and continued until my fingers were twisting my nipples, putting myself on shameless display for him to turn him on.

  “Are you trying to make me come, Savanna? Is that what you want?” he asked.

  He had teased me relentlessly until I was an aching body of need. Now it was my turn. “That’s exactly what I want, Dante. I want you to fill me up with your cum. Spray my insides with it.”

  He gripped my buttocks with his huge hands and fucked into me.

  I twisted my nipples, enticing him, turning myself on.

  Lust burned in my brain and told me to shout things I had no business saying, “God! Dante. That’s so good, no one’s ever fucked me like this before.”

  “No one ever will. Don’t even think about another man taking you here. This pussy belongs to me.”

  A shudder of satisfaction licked up my spine at his words, despite knowing how wrong they were.

  This wasn’t about ownership.

  To have and to hold.

  It was only business, and I needed to keep my heart out of it.

  No matter how much his sheer maleness overwhelmed me.

  We started moving together as one in a frantic race towards climax. Dante shoved harder into me, deeper, filling me up.

  My entire body was on fire with pleasure as friction on friction, we pummeled each other towards the edge.

  He bucked beneath me, growling, and I could feel his hot cream pumping into me as my orgasm hit full force.

  He pulled me down onto his chest, cradling me there until our panting subsided.

  Thank goodness I was able to keep my thoughts to myself. I never knew I could feel this much… It’s crazy insane the way you make me want you.

  Those thoughts didn’t have any place in a fake coupling like ours.

  14

  Dante

  The schooling of Savanna López in my meeting room last night was the fucking pinnacle of my career.

  To top it off, tonight would be the first time we made a public appearance as an engaged couple. Senator Thomas was in town, and no business executive or government official would miss his silent auction and fundraiser. It was an opportunity to hobnob with other movers and shakers and an excellent opportunity for an up-and-coming politician.

  Zio Lorenzo had plans to introduce me as a candidate for Union President, an office, if won, that would expand our share of local business.

  Zio was our front man in the plan to get me elected, his laid back, friendly demeanor being well suited to the role of glad handing. But decisions were made behind the scenes. It was someone else entirely who was behind the idea of me running for office.

  Lucrezia.

  Don Alberto’s wife.

  Unable to have children of her own, the Don’s second wife set her sights on hand-rearing the three offspring she could produce: money, power, respect. Sh
e bred them like rabbits.

  Lucrezia had the Midas touch, and she applied it through her influence on her husband. The two of them together made a formidable team, and it was no small thing to have them on my side.

  I was looking forward to having Savanna on my arm at the dinner dance tonight. There was a lot at stake, which was why I was going with her to buy a dress for the occasion. We had all day to prepare, and, admittedly, I had a running fantasy that involved me getting Savanna off in the dressing room.

  Shoving her up against the mirror and watching every inch of her quivering body, running her through her paces with my dick, one hand rubbing her juicy clit and the other over her mouth so she didn’t give us away.

  But the slapping of my pelvis against her bare ass would be a tell-tale sign someone was having sex in the changing room.

  I snapped out of it.

  “Savanna!” I yelled toward the back of the house. “Let’s go!”

  She was taking forever.

  “Do you have to yell?” She came into my study, all sassy and freshly showered.

  I yanked her towards me and gave her ass a slap for mouthing off.

  I had to admit; she was worth the wait. She wore an outfit which she called “athleisure wear.” It wouldn’t work for tonight’s event, but it had my vote with that exposed midriff of hers, and the leggings that clung to every round and succulent curve of her body.

  God bless the inventor of leggings.

  “You look gorgeous,” I said, unable to help myself, pulling her into my embrace and burying my face in her hair to inhale her scent.

  “Really?” she asked and looked down at her tight thighs and swollen breasts as if trying to see what I did. It was a serious question. She actually didn’t know how intoxicating she was nor how wrapped around her finger she had me.

  “They’re playing a song just for us to dance to tonight. Every man will wish he could stroke his cock while watching you on the dance floor.”

  “Don’t be silly.” She half-smirked.

  “I’m not kidding.” I bent to taste her lips, unable to help myself. “Do you know how to dance?”

  “I do okay,” she said.

  “We can practice when we get back from shopping,” I told her, grabbing her hand and leading her outside to the truck.