Taking My Mafia Princess

by Chloe Fischer

  He gently rimmed her opening with his finger, causing her to buck into him.

  “Lance! I need more….please!” Sarah cried. She was so lost in her passion, that she couldn’t even have remembered her own name. “Please just…..fuck me, Lance!” she finally demanded.

  “Not yet. This,” he said, once again teasing her opening. “I want to play with this.” He slowly inserted one finger, as far as he could go. He felt her tightness and it made him clench his teeth. God, she was so hot, so tight, so wet. It was killing him in the most beautiful way possible. His cock had never been as hard, as desperate, as it was at this moment.

  He inserted a second finger and swirled them around slowly inside her. Then he slid them both almost all the way out and then firmly back in, as far as they would go. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, trying to draw them in deeper, and this time it was Lance who moaned.

  His tongue came back down to torment her clit, laving it gently at first, then more and more aggressively. Sarah began bucking on his hand, her cries becoming louder and more desperate. Just as she reached her climax, Lance removed the belt from her wrists. She didn’t even notice, as her world was exploding, going super nova, changing her forever. She couldn’t breathe, she could only feel, the spasms that rocked through her were more powerful than anything she had ever felt before.

  Before she could come down from her high completely, Lance had removed his pants and climbed back between her legs. He knew this was the best moment in which to breach her. Her channel was slick and still spasming, and fear of the initial pain was the last thing on her mind.

  She opened her eyes as he positioned the first inch of his cock inside her. Her breathing hitched as she realized what was going to happen. Before she could react, he thrust firmly into her. Not all the way, but far enough to break her hymen. He stilled his hips, shaking with the effort of holding himself back. He refused to traumatize her. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. His cock was literally trying to take over his body.

  She had tensed slightly when he pushed into her, but her eyes were still glazed with the after glow of orgasm. Her kissed her lips slowly, distracting her from the slow glide of his cock as he pulled slowly out of her a couple of inches, then again, slowly forward, a little deeper this time.

  Her breath hitched and she looked into his eyes. At that moment, she realized that her hands were free and she brought them up and threaded her fingers through his hair, while holding his gaze. Never had she thought to feel anything like this. She could only breathe as she felt him thrust inside of her, her passion rising again. Reveling in the powerful feel of him, she ran her hands down his muscled back, and raised her legs around his hips.

  He moved deeper inside her, then withdrew, increasing his pace. The muscles of her pussy clenched greedily around his staff.

  The whirlwind inside her started up again. She was climbing higher and higher with each thrust, her cunt begging him for more. The sensations were incredible, her clit was quivering. He drove himself so deeply into her body that she felt the stroke all the way to her toes. How could there be somewhere higher than the heaven she had reached only moments ago? The feelings inside her were so strong that she was almost scared.

  “Lance, I don’t know what’s happening…” she cried. “I can’t….take it.”

  “Shhh, love,” he whispered in her ear, “It’s ok. Come for me, beautiful. Let yourself go.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust of his hips, driving his cock deeper into her. Then he reached between their bodies and grasped her clit firmly, giving it the attention it was crying for. “Come for me. Now.” Lance ordered.

  That was it, her world exploded and her body convulsed in ecstasy. The waves kept crashing over her, as she distantly heard Lance moan and thrust even deeper, then hold himself still as he reached his own climax. Her world went briefly dark, then flickering lights penetrated her closed eyes as the spasms slowly gentled, releasing her from their passionate grip.

  Sarah lay with her head snuggled into Lance's chest. He had one arm wrapped around her, the other was stroking her hair which was spread over his stomach. Her breathing was just starting to get back to normal. She was suddenly embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. That had been the most unbelievable experience of her life, but what if it had meant nothing to him? He was a member of Black Leather. Didn’t that mean he did this kind of stuff all the time? She was probably nothing special to him. Should she just get dressed? Or make conversation?

  She tensed up, ready to bolt into the bathroom where she would stay until….well, probably until she got old and grey.

  "Hey," Lance said, looking down at Sarah.

  "Hey," she said back with a small smile. His eyes caught hers and she felt herself melt for what must have been the hundredth time that night. So, this is what everyone is going on about?

  It had been an experience to say the least, and Sarah had enjoyed every second of it. What she was most surprised by was how gentle Lance was, even though he was a dominant. Sure he had tied her up, and spanked her, and driven her batshit crazy with lust, but the focus always seemed to be her pleasure – hot his. He seemed to know how far to push her, and just how high her could take her. He knew it was her first time, and he didn't want to risk doing anything that would harm her. Or at least that was how it had felt.

  The question now was, where to from here? There was no doubt the she wanted to do it again. Of that she was sure. But would Lance? Or would he think this was a one time thing? She wanted to asked, but was too terrified that it might scare him off. Was sex always this complicated? She hoped not.

  "Hey, Lance..." she began, deciding that she had to ask. Laying there, tangled in his arm, there was no way she could spend another minute not knowing. "I was wondering what --"

  Just then the lights in the bedroom went out. Lance, as quick as a flash, sat up and pushed Sarah behind his big body.

  "What’s --"

  "Ssshhh!" he hissed, holding his finger up to his lips. He quickly rolled out of bed, pulling on his pants as he hurried to the door and crouched beside it.

  "Stay here," he whispered. "And lock the door when I leave. Don't open it either, unless it's me on the other side. Understand?"

  "Why? What’s wrong?"

  " Just do it!" he ordered her. He was out the door a second later.

  When the lights had gone out, Lance automatically switched into security mode. He crept silently down the hall to toward the office. Most likely it was just a blackout, but he had noticed through Sarah’s window that the lights were still on in the building across the street. Maybe it was just her building that had lost power? He felt he had to be extra cautious though because of what had happened three days ago.

  Every member of Sarah’s family had bodyguards and security on them, but three days ago an attempt had been made on Sarah’s Uncle Spence. Spence had been involved in some shady business dealings a few years before but had the presence of mind to get himself out before things got too serious for him. To do that, he had agreed to testify against the head of one of the biggest crime families in the city. Carmine Marino. In exchange for this testimony, the D.A. was going to drop any charges against Spence.

  Spence had to be under heavy guard because the Marino family needed to eliminate him. Three days ago, Carmine’s nephew Vince had tried to shoot Spence as he came out of a restaurant. Lance had been working Spence’s guard detail at the time and was on point across the street, watching the traffic and pedestrians. When he recognized Vince, Carmine’s nephew, slowly driving by just as Spence was emerging from the restaurant, he knew something was about to happen. He quickly pulled his gun from his shoulder holster, keeping it hidden just inside his jacket. He was speaking quickly into his ear mic, warning the other members of his team when he saw Vince slow down and stop in the side street. Vince rolled down his window then pulled his gun. When Lance saw Vince aim towards Spence, he knew he had no other choice to stop him. Lance had fired his own gun, nailing Vince i
n the head, killing him right in the car was sitting in.

  Now, everyone in the agency was on high alert. And every member of Sarah’s family was at risk. The Marino family was desperate and if they couldn’t get to Spence, they may just decide to go after someone else that they could use to “convince” Spence to keep quiet… They had also put out a hit on the agent that had shot and killed Vince – Lance.

  Sarah remained in bed after he had left, staring at the door, having no idea what the heck had just happened. The turning off of the lights – a blackout most likely – had sent Lance into some sort of over-zealous security head-spin. It was a little bit rude actually, and if it wasn't for how enamored she was feeling about the man, she might have been angry.

  But now she was starting to get a little nervous. Lance had been gone quite a while. She slowly crept out of bed and opened her bedroom door. The entire house was shrouded in darkness. She could barely see anything, but Sarah had lived in this penthouse for a while now and knew the layout pretty well. She slowly and quietly made her way to the main kitchen.

  “Lance!” she hissed quietly. “Lance!”

  But she didn’t get a response.

  She crept into the kitchen and tried to turn on the light – this one didn’t work either. The silence in the house made the noise of her ragged breathing almost deafening. Then she heard the building’s air conditioning start humming. For a moment, her heart literally stopped. Oh god, if the air conditioning is working, that means just the lights are out….and that means it wasn’t a power outage.

  Sarah went to quickly turn to go to the living room where she had left her cell phone in her purse. Just as she went to take a step, huge beefy arms closed around her. He was big, nearly a giant compared to Sarah. His gut bulged against his shirt, bending her backward slightly. His thick arms threatened to break her ribs. That meant the person holding her couldn’t be Lance. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she drew in breath to scream, the man covered her mouth and nose with his hand. He lifted her with little effort in spite of her struggles and carried her towards the door.

  He threw open the penthouse door and dragged Sarah out into the hallway towards the elevators. By that point she was seeing black dots form in front of her eyes. She was going to pass out! Oh god! Where was Lance?

  The penthouse felt empty when Lance returned and it was because of that, that he immediately began to panic. He had secured the inside of the suite, and then gone out onto the surrounding patio to check the perimeter. He hadn’t been gone for more than five minutes! What could possibly have happened to Sarah in that time?!

  "Sarah!" he called out, quickly ducking into the en suite and seeing immediately that she wasn't there. "Sarah!" he called out again as he sprinted from the room and down the stairs. "Sarah!"

  It was then that Lance ran to the apartment door. He saw that it was ajar and his heart stopped.

  The Marinos. It had to be.

  They were a crime family in New York, after all. If anyone had the power to orchestrate a break and enter in one of the most sophisticated buildings in the city, it was them. This particular crime syndicate boasted a heritage that spanned decades. During those decades they had amassed a huge amount of power in the criminal underworld and all but ran the city – illegally.

  "Sarah!" he called again as he rushed into the hall. About to run outside and expand his search, Lance felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn't even need to look to see who was calling.

  "Carmine?" he answered as he put the phone to his ear. "Where is she?"

  "You've outdone yourself on this one," Carmine spoke on the other end of the line. He spoke slowly, like a man who wasn't used to being interrupted. "I can't remember the last time I had a piece as sweet as this. But the night is still young --"

  "If you do anything --"

  "Shut up and listen. My nephew, prick that he was, will never take another breath because of the family you protect and the idiots you work for. Did you really think I was going to let that slide? Did you really think --"

  "Your nephew was an idiot for trying --"

  "I said shut the fuck up!" Carmine snapped. He wasn't used to having people speak over him. "You know where I am. You know how to get here. And you have one hour to do it. The trade is simple, you for the busty blonde. I tell you now. You won't be alive to see the sunrise. But if you behave yourself, she will be." And the phone hung up.

  Lance stared down at the phone in his hand for some time. He didn’t have time to wait for reinforcements. It wasn't even his own life that he was worried about, but that of Sarah's. If he turned himself in, there was every chance that Carmine would kill them both. In fact, that was most likely what Carmine intended. It would be like Carmine to kill two birds with one stone. First he’d kill Lance for retribution for killing Vince, then he’d the bargaining power of having Sarah’s life in his hands to get Spence to keep quiet. Beautiful. Carmine must feel like he had all the chips.

  But he had decided Sarah was his and he had to protect her. He had never had a submissive be so in tune with him, respond so beautifully and completely to his dominance. Every instinct in him roared at him to take Carmine out. Kill him. Take Sarah back.

  So he made his way to his car, determined that tonight wouldn't be the end. Instead he chose to see it as the beginning, because if the two of them came out of this alive, that was surely what it would be.

  Lance made sure to drive his car very slowly and very carefully as he approached the docks. A single bump or sharp turn could see his entire plan go up in smoke.

  The shipping docks were where the Marino family conducted the majority of their operations. Everyone knew this, even the cops. But the cops were so deep in the Marino family's pockets that they simply let it slide. Because of their over-confidence, Lance was hoping that Carmine wouldn’t see it coming.

  As Lance approached the docks, he aimed the car for the massive fishing trawler at the end of Pier 11. To simply call it a fishing trawler, would be to underplay both its size and lavishness. Once, many years ago, it may have been used as the name suggested. But now it had been converted to a kind of club house of sorts. It sat at over four hundred feet in length, and was three stories high. The entire hull had been renovated and added on to, so that the trawler was all but attached to the pier – encircled by the dock with warehouses built up and onto the side of the hull.

  At the side of the trawler, was a large ramp for trucks to come and go. These trucks carried precious, often illegal cargo that needed to be stored inside the hull.

  Lance drove the car up the pier, making sure to keep it nice and steady. Every time the car hit a loose plank of wood, he grimaced, sure that this would be it. But eventually he made it to the end, pulling the car up in front of the large shipping vessel.

  There were five men standing by the ramp, all heavily armed and all clearly expecting him. "Where do you want me?" Lance called out as he wound the window down.

  "Pull right up the ramp and into the hull. Stop when you see Luigi," the closest henchman said back. He smirked, letting Lance know that no one expected him to be leaving this reinforced tomb alive.

  They all stepped to the side and allowed Lance to pull the car up the ramp and park it directly in the belly of the large ship. Luigi was a big bear of man, and another one of Carmine’s delinquent nephews.

  Surrounding him were a dozen more armed guards and they surrounded the car as Lance slowly pulled in. Their fingers were resting on the triggers, the barrels were pointed. One wrong move would see Lance filled with hot metal. As Lance climbed from the front seat, he heard the distinct sound of guns cocking. He held his arms up in surrender. As he did, he checked his watch. Right on time.

  --

  The bridge of the ship had been converted into what was now Carmine's office. Located on the top deck of the ship, it was built on a perch, designed to look over the entire deck of the ship – from bow to stern. It was built with bulletproof glass for windows, and it had a 360 degree vie
w of its surroundings.

  As Lance approached, he could clearly see inside. Where there would have once been a dashboard for navigational purposes, there was now an expensive leather living room set. The decorating was plush and sophisticated, with teak finishes and luxurious furnishings.

  Lance saw Sarah the moment he stepped into the room. She was untied, and seated on the lounge at the back of the room. To his relief she looked unharmed, but she was obviously terrified, curled into a ball, with her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She wore only the bathrobe that had been lying over the chair in her room. Since he was sure that Carmine’s men wouldn’t have let her dress before abducting her, it told Lance that she had left her bedroom on her own – which he had expressly told her NOT to do. If they got out of this alive, he was definitely going to have to punish her. For a long time. Over and over again.