by Mia Ford
My wrists were still bound as Alessio grabbed my hips and flipped me around. My ass felt dangerously exposed and I couldn’t even balance against the seat as Alessio yanked my panties down. I felt his warm breath on the backs of my thighs and I shivered and shoved my ass in his face, desperate for more stimulation. He growled, then dug his hands into the cheeks of my ass and spread me apart until I was blushing furiously against the seat. When I felt Alessio’s tongue licking a wet trail from my asshole down to my pussy, I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips into the air like a bitch in heat.
Alessio grunted again. He moved away and I heard the snapping of his belt. When he looped the strap of leather around my neck and gently tugged, I moaned. Not being able to breathe deeply made the sensations rushing through my body seem more powerful than ever before, and I gasped and choked as Alessio tightened his grip.
When his cock slid inside of my pussy from behind, I screamed in pleasure. I couldn’t maneuver around to see Alessio from the front, but his cock was big and thick. It filled me completely, in a way that Michael never had. Alessio began slamming his hips against mine, savagely fucking me as he pressed me against the back of the limo seat.
Pleasure exploded in my body and I moved and moaned and cried out for more. Alessio must have taken my cries as struggle, and he tightened the belt around my neck. Gasping for air, I felt my lower belly tense and spasm and shake. Alessio reached a hand around my body and started rubbing my clit until tears of pleasure and lust came to my eyes. Every time his thumb grazed my swollen nub of pleasure, I moaned and cried and bit my lip. Soon, actual tears were streaming down my face. I could barely breathe as Alessio humped me faster and faster. His cock slid in and out of my soaked pussy and I could feel his balls slamming against my clit with each thrust.
“God,” I screamed loudly. It felt so fucking good that I could hardly stand it. My whole body was buzzing and tingling with the most insane pleasure that I’d ever felt before, and I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t even move my hands – I was rooted to the spot, leashed like a bitch in heat while the most powerful man in New York City fucked my brains out.
A feeling started to rise in my belly and I whimpered, thrusting my hips back and forth. Alessio pinched and rubbed my clit harder than ever. His teeth clamped down on the back of my shoulder and I moaned with pleasure as a fierce orgasm began to tear through my body. It felt like a tidal wave of pleasure was cresting over my head, like someone was gripping me relentlessly and refusing to let go.
Alessio’s cock spasmed inside of me. I could feel his cum splashing the inside of my pussy, coating me with lust. He groaned and grunted with pleasure, biting me hard enough to break the skin. I screamed as our bodies slid and moved together against the back seat.
For a few moments, the air was silent and heavy with the scent of my arousal and Alessio’s sweat. Then he grabbed me and flipped me on my back. Between my legs was raw and stinging, but I couldn’t help wanting more – my clit was still swollen and begging for more attention. Alessio grinned at me. He reached forward and grabbed my wrists, ripping the tape with one easy motion.
When my wrists were freed, it was like the spell was broken. Immediately, I blushed and began to tear up, horrified and guilt over what had just happened. I yanked my skirt down to cover my ass and grabbed my ruined shirt, shielding my bare breasts.
Alessio smirked. “So,” he said. “You ain’t gonna be testifying against me.” Naked, he looked like a Roman god – all muscles and cock and shining body.
“I can’t say that,” I said shakily. I licked my lips and cleared my throat, still shaking from the powerful orgasm that had just rocked my world. “I can’t agree.”
Alessio sneered. “Oh yeah?” He got close to my face and I shivered. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him close, but everything in me was telling me to get away from him as soon as possible.
Alessio’s dangerous, I thought as I gasped for air. He’s dangerous. He practically raped me! And it doesn’t matter that I enjoyed it, I thought. He had Michael killed. What will he do to me?
“Fine,” Alessio said. He raised his eyebrows. “But just know, girlie – I’ll be watching you. And you’ll make the right decision.”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “We’ll see about that,” I said warily. “We’ll just see about that.”
Alessio
That night, Silvio came over with a case of champagne, six bottles of bourbon, and a whole truckload of strippers and escorts that he’d picked up from New Jersey. In seconds, my house turned into a wild party.
I didn’t exactly feel like celebrating, but I figured it was my duty to the family to remain as fucking upbeat and perky as I could.
“This ain’t gonna be my last time as a free man,” I growled to Silvio. A girl walked by in nothing but a G-string and pasties. Her breasts swung in the air and my cock twitched, but once she was gone, I forgot all about her.
“Okay, boss,” Silvio said. He shook his head and drank half a flute of champagne in one mouthful. “You enjoyin’ yourself?”
I looked around. Seven months ago, I would have been balls deep in one of those girls, fucking and sucking and guzzling bourbon until the wee hours of the morning. But tonight, they just weren’t doing it for me. They looked like old whores, tired and wearing too much makeup.
“You couldn’t get any younger girls?” I sniffed. “These bitches are all hags, Sil.”
Silvio chuckled. “Boss, I know you’re a man of exquisite taste,” he said. “But trust me – these girls, they don’t come cheap. I paid a tidy sum for these cunts, so I hope you enjoy.” Silvio snapped his fingers until two of the girls looked up. “Hey, entertain Mr. Amoruso!”
The two girls skittered over like excited puppies. One of them was blonde, with obvious dark roots showing on her head. She was wearing blue eye shadow, fake lashes, and a blue bikini. Her tits were practically bursting out of the top, and I smirked when I saw her lick her lips and run her hands down her body.
The other girl was hotter. She was a brunette, with blue eyes and kind of an innocent look about her. She almost reminded me of Beth, that little girl I’d fucked in my limo the other day. Hold up, I thought. Beth ain’t just a little girl. She’s dangerous. She could ruin my fucking life.
I knew that I’d have to deal with her at some point, but I didn’t know how. Obviously, I could kill her. But since I was already halfway to being on the hook for killing her fiancé, I knew my doorstep was the first place New York Police would think to look.
And besides, she was the best fuck I’d had in years. I could tell that she’d wanted it the whole time. Her hot little body had been supple and tense and she’d been wetter than Niagara Falls by the time I slid my cock inside that perfect, pink pussy. Just thinking about the way she’d tasted was enough to make my balls ache with lust.
“What do you want us to do?” The blonde simpered and giggled, grabbing the brunette by the shoulders.
Silvio chuckled. “Hear that, boss? They wanna make sure you get a real good show.” He turned to the blonde and beckoned with his hand. “Why not give your friend a nice little kiss,” he said. “Make sure to use your tongue.”
The blonde giggled. She pulled the brunette close and wrapped her skinny arms around the brunette’s shoulders. Their mouths came together and their tongues touched before their lips did. I watched, semi-interested, as the blonde got down on her knees. She winked at me and blushed as she tugged her blue bikini away, leaving an airbrushed body that was so basic it was boring. The blonde leaned close to the brunette and pulled her shirt off before bending her head and licking at her nipples.
I rolled my eyes. “Enough,” I said. “You might have better luck performing for old Sil, here.” I tapped Silvio on the shoulder. “Why not take these honeys into the back room?”
Silvio frowned. “Boss, you sure?” He could hardly tear his eyes away from the fake lesbian spectacle in front of us.
I nodded. “Never been mo
re sure,” I grunted. “These bitches ain’t doin’ it for me, not tonight.”
Silvio grinned. “Come on, girls,” he said. “Let’s go someplace a little more…private.” The girls giggled and squealed as they followed him through my house, their heels clicking on the marble floors.
I sighed and took a snifter of bourbon off the table. It smelled good – expensive, woody, and smoky, just the way I liked. I closed my eyes and savored the taste, wishing that I was tasting Beth Wilson’s pussy just one more time.
Beth
In the end, I had to call Detective Aberson and tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make it in that day. To be honest, I couldn’t have done much of anything – I was feeling both shocked and horrified at what had happened. I couldn’t believe that I’d had sex with Alessio Amoruso. It didn’t seem real – almost like a bad dream…albeit, a bad dream that still made me come harder than I ever had before in my life.
As I slowly trudged home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Alessio had taken me. How he’d ripped my clothes off. How he’d made me want to be fucked like I’d never been fucked before in my life. When I recalled the sensation of his tongue lapping at my asshole and pussy, I shivered so violently that I thought I would fall over.
I knew that I could never tell Heather. No matter how sex positive and open she claimed to be, she’d think that I was a crazy slut. And maybe I was – maybe I had acted like a crazy slut. That’s what Michael would think, I realized with dismay as I let myself into my apartment. He’d think I’d completely lost my mind. He’d think that I made a horrible decision.
But even worse than the disbelief was the guilt. I hated to think that I’d only slept with two men in my life – and one of them had killed the other! It made me feel like I was in a real soap opera.
Still, when I looked at my bruised mouth and shoulder in the mirror, hot arousal pumped through my veins and I shivered. Thankfully, Heather wasn’t home. I decided to take a bath.
This will be like my cleansing of Alessio, I thought as I ran hot water and slipped into the tub. I made sure the water was hot enough to burn my skin and turn me pink all over. This way, I never have to think about what I did ever again. It was a freak thing, and I’m never going to let myself have that lapse in judgment ever again.
Being naked made me feel sensual. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the water, letting my arms float. My wrists were only slightly bruised from the tape, but I burned red with shame when I realized how much I’d liked being taped up during sex. I hadn’t been able to move, I wouldn’t have been able to push Alessio away…even if I’d wanted to.
Before I knew what was happening, I’d slipped into a sensual, wet dream.
“You look very sexy, Beth,” Alessio growled. He slid a finger down my breasts and circled my areola until I was gasping and wriggling with pleasure. Alessio pinched my nipple between his fingers and I cried out as a hot bolt of lust surged through my body.
All I could do was moan. I was tied up with my legs spread wide apart. My thighs ached and my muscles trembled as I hung suspended in the chill air of the room. Alessio walked around me, dressed in a black suit, holding a riding crop.
I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. I was gagged with a ball-gag. Saliva was dripping from my lips as Alessio walked around me in slow circles. I blushed all over, knowing that he was inspecting my body and waiting for the right moment when he could take me and make me his.
Alessio walked closer. He smirked. “You want me to touch you?”
I bobbed my head up and down, desperate for his touch. Alessio stroked the riding crop along my bare back. He gently flicked it against my ass and a quick bite of pleasure mingled with pain seared through my body. I moaned and strained against the bonds, swallowing as the ball-gag bobbed against my lips and tongue.
“Well, I might not touch you,” Alessio said. He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Maybe I’ll go do something for a few hours…just leave you here. You look like you’re getting along well, don’t you?”
I cried out from behind the gag at the thought of being left for hours. My muscles were burning and tired from being held captive in such an uncomfortable position, and I could barely manage to hold my head up. Alessio smirked.
“You wouldn’t like that, I take it,” he said. “You’d rather I stay…” Alessio’s voice was as raw and smooth as silk as he walked around me in slow circles, occasionally smacking me with the riding crop. It didn’t even hurt. Every flick only served to increase my pleasure, and soon I was straining and thrusting my hips towards Alessio’s wicked instrument.
Alessio stepped closer. He licked his fingers and ran them up the inside of my thigh. I jerked my hips, desperate for his touch on my clit. When he got to my labia, he began massaging me in a sensual manner. Pleasure shot through my body and I wriggled and moaned and thrashed in my bonds.
Alessio chuckled. “You’re quiet like this,” he teased. “I think I’ll keep you this way, Beth. No need for you to be so loud all the time, wouldn’t you agree?”
I groaned in frustration. Alessio snickered. He slid his fingers from my labia to the inside of my thigh again, tickling the sensitive skin above my knee. I cried out and my leg jerked forward. Alessio moved his hand back towards my crotch. I blushed hotly as he ran a thumb over my exposed clit. I trembled.
“Oh, Beth,” Alessio growled. “You really want me, don’t you?”
I nodded my head furiously. Alessio grabbed my chin and pulled me close until my body was straining against the bonds. When our lips met, he slid his tongue into my mouth and caressed the ball-gag. In response, I could only groan and silently beg for more.
Alessio stepped back. He pulled his shirt off, then stepped out of his pants and walked towards me with his erection bobbing. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen – like a living statue. As he got closer, the musky odor of his body washed over me. It mingled with the scent of my pussy and the blend was intoxicating.
Alessio grabbed my hips, pulling me forward. The bonds on my legs, knees, and ankles strained but didn’t break. As he pulled me close, I gasped when I realized he was planning to fuck me without releasing me first. His cock pressed against the entrance to my secret womanhood, and I moaned as Alessio buried himself within me.
Alessio grinned. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he began to rock his hips, bucking against me, fucking me deeply. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t even move – the bonds holding me were stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.
As I swayed from my bonds, Alessio fucked me like a rag doll. Pleasure swirled and swam in my belly, creating a hot blend of desire and lust that flowed through my body like honey. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to Alessio’s lust as we moved together in a slick, slow rhythm.
A loud knock sounded on the door, breaking me of my fantasy. I gasped and sat up straight in the tub, pulling my hand away from my crotch and wiping it on the washcloth.
“Hey, Beth! Someone’s at the door for you,” Heather yelled.
I blushed hotly and clambered out of the tub, hastily drying myself and reaching for my robe. I’d been masturbating in the tub for so long that the water had turned cold. Hell, I hadn’t even heard Heather come home!
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I pushed past Heather and into the hallway. The buzzer to our front door was ringing persistently and I tripped over my feet as I pressed the button.
“Hello?”
“Beth? Come downstairs.” Alessio’s voice was stern and low. Just listening to the way he said my name sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. My pussy was still soaking wet from playing with myself in the tub, and my clit was rock hard with arousal.
I swallowed. “Okay,” I mumbled into the intercom. “I’ll be right there.”
When I got downstairs, Alessio was standing there. He’d changed his suit from earlier, and he was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes completely from my vision.
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“If I agree to change,” Alessio said heavily. “You can’t testify against me. How about that?”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I understand.”
“If I agree to change,” Alessio repeated. “If I become a good man – not a criminal – you can’t testify. Deal?”
“What?” I shook my head slowly. Strands of wet hair lashed against my neck and I blushed again, embarrassed at how unkempt I looked.
“I can change,” Alessio said hotly.
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push past the arousal and lust I felt creeping through my body.
“It doesn’t matter if you change in the future,” I snapped. “You already killed someone,” I added in a low hiss. “You think that just because you change into a better person, that’s going to bring Michael back?”
Alessio grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the door. Before I could move, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. His tongue slid into my mouth and caressed my teeth and lips. My knees turned to jelly and threatened to give way as Alessio kissed me passionately. He shoved one of his muscular thighs between my legs, pressing it against my hot and swollen crotch through the thin fabric of my robe. All I could do was moan into his mouth as Alessio’s muscular body pressed against mine.
When Alessio broke the kiss, he didn’t pull away. He rested his forehead against mine, panting hard.
“If I change,” Alessio growled. “You can’t testify against me. You have to swear it, Beth.”
He kissed me again, this time biting and sucking on my lower lip until I threw my arms around his neck and howled with pleasure.
“Say it,” Alessio growled. “Tell me you won’t testify if I can prove that I’ve changed.”
“Okay,” I said weakly. The word came out before I could even think about it.
Alessio grinned. “I thought you’d say that,” he said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, dizzying me with his cologne.
Fuck.
What I had just agreed to?
