Cruel Daddy (Boston Mafia Doms)

by Bianca Cole

  I bow my head and mutter my reply, “Yes, sir.”

  He grabs my chin and forces my eyes to meet his gaze. “Now, we’re leaving, and you won’t ask me where we’re going again. Do you understand?”

  I nod reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”

  He searches my gaze for a few more erratic beats of my heart before letting go. “Good, everything you need is already packed.” He grabs my hand hard and yanks me toward the main entrance hall of his home.

  I walk with him, trying to keep up. If anyone saw us, they wouldn’t think we are a happy newlywed couple, but I don’t think Milo cares. James has the limo parked out the front with the engine running, ready to take us wherever we’re going.

  My heart feels heavy in my chest as I stare at the open door. It’s hard to accept that this is my life now. I have no say in anything at all. My father had been controlling and protective, but I always had a slither of freedom. That small amount of freedom has been torn from me by Milo.

  As I stare through the door of the limo, it feels like the door to my dark, cruel future. I’ve always been a positive person, but I’m struggling to find any positives in my situation.

  10

  Milo

  My jet taxis down the private runway of the airstrip on the outskirts of Boston. It’s ten o’clock, and Aida looks tired as she leans back in the leather seat with her eyes shut.

  She hasn’t got time to be tired as I need to fuck her and take what is mine before we get to The Bahamas. I’ve rented a private villa on the beach. When we get there, I’ll be fucking her so much she won’t be able to walk.

  She sighs as the plane lifts off the runway. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” Aida doesn’t open her eyes as she speaks.

  I push out of my chair and walk behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders forcefully, I lean over her. “You don’t ask me questions, Aida. It seems my first two lessons in discipline didn’t sink in. Do I need to be more forceful?”

  The tension in her shoulders is satisfying as her eyes flick open and she tries to pull away from me. I hold her firmly in the seat and stop her from escaping.

  “I warned you back at my home, but you have to question me.” I dig my fingertips into her shoulders hard enough to hurt, leaning over her and forcing her to look up at me over the back of the chair. “Unfortunately for you, I’m never merciful.”

  The gentle column of her throat bobs as she swallows softly. There’s fear in her eyes, and the sight turns me on more than I can explain. As well as the fear, there’s an excitement that she can’t hide.

  “Get up,” I say, letting go of her.

  This time she does as I say without any smart remarks. A step in the right direction. She stands in front of me, but that fiery defiance is alive in her chestnut brown eyes.

  The defiance that I’ll enjoy demolishing slowly but surely. “Turn around.”

  She bites the inside of her cheek before doing as I say. I tease my fingers over the skin at the back of her neck, playing with a curl of her dark, mahogany brown hair.

  Aida shudders visibly, even though she’s trying hard not to react to my touch. “What are you doing?”

  I fumble with the zip of her dress before roughly pulling it down to reveal her perfect, unblemished skin. It’s so strikingly opposite to mine, which is scarred and tattooed. There’s not a scar or imperfection on her back, but it’s time to admire every inch. “Drop the dress to the floor,” I murmur, taking a step back to watch.

  The tension in her shoulders visibly increases as she pulls her dress down and drops it to the floor. Aida steps out of it wearing only white lace matching panties, corset, and garter. I requested that Olivia make sure she wore it without fail under her dress.

  The white is a signal of her pure innocence, which is about to be infected by darkness so black it could turn the purest of souls rotten. She’s an angel, but I’m the devil.

  I walk forward and grab her hand, jerking her to face me. “On your knees, angel.”

  Her eyes widen, searching mine as if trying to work out if I’m serious. “Why?”

  I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw. “On your knees,” I say more slowly but infuse my tone with a warning.

  She drops to her knees, keeping her gaze on the floor.

  I unzip my navy-blue suit pants and free my already rock-hard cock from them. “Look at my cock,” I order.

  She doesn’t move, keeping her eyes on the floor.

  I growl at her defiance and grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Time for you to taste your husband.” I dig my nails into her skin. “Take it.”

  Her nostrils flare as she holds my gaze before she finally gives in and looks at my cock. The surprise in her eyes is evident as she takes in my size. A few moments tick by, and I feel my patience wearing thin. “I said take it, don’t make me ask again, or you’ll regret it.”

  She closes her fist around the thick girth of my cock and stares up at me, trying hard not to look at it.

  “What are you waiting for?” I ask.

  She opens her mouth and feebly closes it around my cock. Her reluctance only turns me on as I forcefully grab the back of her head and thrust into the back of her throat.

  She gags instantly, placing her hands on my thighs as she tries to push away.

  I don’t let up, forcing more of my cock down her throat. “You’ll take everything I give you when I give it to you,” I say, clenching my jaw as the warmth of her mouth drives me wild.

  She digs her nails hard into my suit pants, trying to force me away. Saliva spills down her chin and neck as tears prickle her eyes.

  Finally, I allow her a moment to breathe. The moment I stop holding her, she pulls away a draws a deep breath. “You fucking bastard. I couldn’t breathe.”

  I grab her forcefully, pulling her to her feet. “Don’t call me that ever again, do you understand?” The word grates on my nerves—a word I was called too often growing up because I was born before my parents married.

  She nods in response, and I force her back onto her knees.

  “Open wide,” I order.

  Aida opens her jaw wide, and I slip my cock into the back of her throat. She gags instantly, but I don’t let up. Every thrust makes saliva spill down her chin as I fuck her mouth. My need to dominate her rules me as I thread my fingers into her dark, thick hair.

  Her fingers dig into my thighs as she tries to push me away. It’s about time I took away her ability to touch me. As I yank her off my cock, I force her to her feet with her hair. I grab the handcuffs out of the dresser in my jet and dangle them in her face. “Time to make sure you can’t fight back, princess.”

  She shakes her head. “Why are you such an asshole?”

  That nickname doesn’t anger me as much, but it’s still disrespectful. I grab hold of Aida’s wrists and force the metal cuffs around her slim, pale wrists. I loosen my tie and force it around her eyes, tying it tightly. “You’ll regret speaking to me like that, angel.” I bend her over the arm of the chair, gently rubbing my hand over her lace-clad ass.

  Aida is still and tense as she remains bent over for me.

  I place my foot between her legs and kick them open wide. “Keep your legs wide for me,” I say, as I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down. My cock leaks in my tight boxer briefs at the prospect of tasting her. The word sweet doesn’t do her justice. She’s more luscious than chocolate.

  My mouth salivates as I get on my knees behind her and bury my face in her perfect little pussy.

  Aida moans the moment she feels my tongue against her clit, forgetting her mission to prove to me she doesn’t enjoy me touching her. Every glare she shoots my way or name she calls me only serves to prove how much she wants me. A woman that didn’t want anything from me wouldn’t fight the way she does.

  “That’s it, princess, moan for daddy,” I growl, spanking her flawless ass with the palm of my hand.

  She tenses, realizing that she let herself slip up.

>   I thrust two fingers deep into her tight, virgin pussy, and the tension eases instantly. Her muscles clench my fingers, drawing them deeper. By the time I’m done with my little virgin, she will be a begging needy whore that answers my every whim and need. It’s the only purpose of a wife, and I intend to use her as much as I desire.

  I lick her pretty little asshole as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. Once I’ve thoroughly broken in her tight virgin pussy, then I’ll be moving onto her ass soon enough. Aida won’t know what has hit her. If she thinks I’m an asshole already, I don’t know what she will think of me when this honeymoon is over. Quite honestly, I don’t care.

  We will only be in the Bahamas for a long weekend, but it’s enough time to teach her how her life will be from here on in.

  As I thrust my fingers into her dripping cunt, I reach for her hair and pull it. The moan that escapes her voluptuous lips is like music to my ears. The last time I had her in this position, she tried everything possible not to moan. Perhaps keeping away from her for a few days was a good idea, as it seems she can no longer resist me.

  “That’s it, moan for me, princess,” I growl before devouring her like a predator toying with its prey.

  My pure angel doesn’t try to fight it anymore. Instead, she submits to the pleasure, moaning with each lap of my tongue and thrust of my fingers.

  I stop and have a look in the sideboard in the jet, searching for a flogger. All I’ve got is a paddle, so I settle with that. It may be rough, but I don’t care.

  The firm leather will pack a real punch. I return to my wife, who waits obediently. I run the paddle over her skin softly with a light touch before gently tapping her with it.

  Aida gasps, shuddering. “What is that—”

  I spank her with it harder before she can finish the question. “The more questions you ask, the harsher your punishment will be.”

  That shuts her up as I slowly drag the paddle across her reddening skin. There is nothing more satisfying than being in control over another person. I paddle her ass two more times, turning it deep red.

  Her pussy drips down her thighs as she enjoys the pain. There’s no doubt that buried deep inside of this disobedient and fiery little virgin is a submissive soul. I want to uncover that part of her—need to uncover it.

  By the time I’m through with her, she’ll be a different girl entirely. I’ll break her, use her and then discard her when I’m bored. I paddle her ass twice more on each cheek before burying my face in between her thighs.

  Aida moans at the sensation, and I feel her body shudder as she gets closer to orgasm. I will force her climax over and over again until she’s begging for me to stop.

  11

  Aida

  I can hardly think straight as Milo teases the tip of his hard cock through the soaking wet entrance of my pussy. My body has a life of its own, denying all the reasoning racing through my mind. I hate this man with a passion, but I crave the way his cruel touch makes me feel.

  He’s rough and unapologetic—two things I would have thought I’d hate when it comes to such an intimate act. Instead, it turns me on. It’s a very strange sensation.

  Milo spanks my already red raw ass, increasing the harsh pain resonating through my flesh. It’s unimaginable how pain can turn me on. I’m sure there has to be something fundamentally wrong for me for enjoying this.

  The plane dips slightly, reminding me exactly where we are. On a private jet on the way to God knows where. It’s not exactly the setting I envisaged losing my virginity. Before my father sold me off to this monster, I had expected to lose my virginity to a man I loved.

  All my expectations are letting me down lately. It’s as though I’ve gone through life up to now with rose-tinted glasses, and my father tore them from me and smashed them the moment he sold me to Milo.

  “Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” Milo asks a coldness to his tone that doesn’t match the act we’re about to perform.

  I shake my head. “Never.”

  He laughs cruelly behind me, grasping my ass cheeks in his hands. “I do hate liars, angel. I’m pretty sure I told you that before.”

  I swallow hard as the tip of his huge cock nudges at my entrance. I clasp my eyes shut, wishing he’d do it and get it over with. It’s like ripping off a band-aid—often, the lead-up to it is the worst part.

  He bumps the head of his cock against my clit, and the sensation is unparalleled. The pleasure is too much to handle.

  I moan, wishing I could stop myself. It’s impossible. No matter how much I try to tell myself I hate how this man treats me, I know it’s not true. The submissive part of me wants to accept everything he does to me and enjoy it.

  “Tell the truth, princess. Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” he asks again, urging me to speak the words he so badly wants to hear.

  Yes, daddy.

  My mind repeats those words repeatedly, but I can’t bring myself to say them out loud. The moment I do, I give Milo far too much power, and giving power over your body to a man as dark as Milo is a terrible idea. I may be inexperienced, but I’m not stupid.

  “I want to hear you say it,” he growls, spanking me with the leather paddle.

  I groan at the painful sting that spreads across my ass with each smack of leather. It’s strangely arousing, which makes no sense.

  He grabs hold of my neck from behind and forces me to arch my back.

  I try to fight against him as he bites my shoulder forcefully, drawing blood. “What the fuck are you doing?” I shout, feeling a flood of confusion hit me as my arousal increases.

  Milo bites my earlobe. “Punishing a liar.”

  I grit my teeth together, realizing that there is no way out of this. Milo is relentless. He will keep punishing me until I tell him that I want his cock. A notion that should make me sick, but it doesn’t. The thought of his cock inside of me makes my pussy ache deep within. I long for him in ways I never knew possible.

  “Please,” I rasp out, needing him to stop his teasing.

  I feel his lips curve into a smirk against the skin at the nape of my neck. “Please what?” he asks.

  I draw in a deep breath and swallow my pride. “Fuck me,” I mumble quietly, feeling defeated inside.

  Milo licks a path down the column of my neck. “I didn’t quite hear that, angel. Say it louder for daddy.”

  My pussy aches at his demands. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say, letting go of the inhibitions holding me back.

  He growls softly before pushing me hard against the leather chair. “That’s more like it.” The thick tip of his cock teases through my entrance as he drags it through my soaking wet pussy over and over.

  I’m ready to explode with need as he continues to play with me like this is just a game. Tears prickle at my eyes as the urgency to be filled with his huge cock intensifies. At that moment, I’ve never wanted anything more.

  “How much do you want daddy’s dick?” he asks.

  I groan in frustration, trying to fight against the restraints. “Fuck’s sake, just give me your damn cock,” I say.

  He spanks me hard. “That’s not very polite.”

  I’ve never felt this frustrated before in my life. “Give me your cock, daddy.”

  He uses the paddle again on my already red-raw ass. I’m pretty sure he’s bruised me, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. “How badly do you want it?”

  “More than anything,” I cry out, finally giving in to my own sick and twisted desires.

  Milo laughs with that same cruel laugh. It grates on my every nerve, but I’m too desperate for release to give a shit. “Good girl,” he purrs before thrusting every thick inch of his huge cock deep inside of me without warning.

  My body bursts into flames and the pain of his huge cock intruding such a tight, untouched part of my body is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. I can hardly breathe as he starts to move in and out of me, not once asking if I’m okay.

  Who the hell am I kidding?

  Mil
o Mazzeo doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He would tear me apart and throw me aside once he was done with me without blinking an eye.

  His thrusts are rough and hard as he grunts behind me. “Fuck, your tight little virgin cunt is squeezing me like a vice, princess,” he growls.

  Milo is outrageous with his dirty talk, and it gets my pulse racing. He doesn’t care what he says. His confidence is both disgusting and enticing. The handcuffs cut into my soft skin as he uses them to pull me back onto his cock. It feels like he’s so deep inside of me that there’s no other space for him to fill.

  I moan as the pain starts to warp into something heavenly. A pleasure of chaotic proportions that threatens to leave me broken. “Oh fuck,” I cry as his cock drives into me harder and faster with each stroke.

  Milo grabs hold of my neck and forces me to arch my back painfully, wrapping his arm around my throat so I can hardly breathe. “That’s it, take daddy’s cock and moan like the fucking whore you are.”

  It feels like I’m no longer in control. All my inhibitions are unbridled. Milo has turned me into a wanton whore, and I don’t care. I want him to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk straight. It’s hard to believe that I’ve been missing out on a pleasure this tantalizing for over four years since my only chance with Rinaldo.

  Deep down, I know that what we would have shared wouldn’t have been like this. Rinaldo was a nice guy. He wasn’t like Milo, and my fucked-up body likes the way Milo degrades me.

  Milo stills deep inside of me, letting go of my throat. His hands move to my hips, and he digs his fingertips in so hard it hurts. “I want to feel that virgin pussy come all over my cock. Do you hear me, Aida?”

  I nod my head. “Yes, daddy,”

  Milo spanks my ass with the palm of his hand. “Good girl.” He slowly moves inside of me, hitting the spot that pushes me closer and closer to the edge.