Mafia Boss's Secret Wife

Chapter 4: Eyes wide shut

I comply. Only Gods know why. Might be the drugs, might be the alcohol, might be fear, but it might also be the fact that confident men just do it for me.

I'm wet, I'm aching and I want nothing more but to hear this man moan for me.

"Should I keep my hands behind my back?" I mock him, a silly smirk on my face.

His gray eyes move over my half bare chest, before coming back up to meet my eyes. The devilish smirk on his face was still there, wide and broad for me to see and delight in. He was handsome like this. The brooding forehead, the tense jaw had a certain appeal, but this playfulness of his was so much more desirable.

Thomas helps me get up and forces me to turn around. Sitting behind me, his face nears my back. I can feel his breath fall right between my shoulder blades, while his hands skim over my arms, all the way up to my shoulders. He plucks the other strap of the dress off of my shoulder and guides the dress down my body, until he peels it off completely, leaving me only in my underwear.

"Stay." he growls his demand, and I can hear the metal buckle of his belt clink as he takes it off.

Immediately after, the warm leather bites into my wrists as he binds them together. A shiver rushes over me and I feel a little too excited. Excited enough that I press my thighs together, to suppress the need that pulses between them, rolling my eyes at the sensation of his hands gripping my hips and guiding me to turn around.

I stand in front of him, almost completely naked,between his widely spread legs. He sits on the edge of the couch, his face near my chest, his eyes pinned on my face, his hands brushing over my thighs, all the way to the back of my knees, before coming up and stopping underneath my ass.

"You're even prettier when you shut up." He admits with that mocking, degrading smile still on his face.

"You think I'm pretty?" I fake a gasp. "awww! Who knew you'd pick me out of all those beautiful, gorgeous women out there, just because I'm pretty!" I mock him with a fake smile.

He huffs in amusement, giving my ass a tight squeeze, moving up, his face nearing mine.

"You like to run that mouth quite a lot." he hums, guiding me to kneel in front of him,while one of his hands frees his erection from his boxers. "I wonder if you'll be as cocky after I fill it -" he speaks slowly, as he helps me adjust right in front of his c**k.

I don't want to look down at it. I stare up at his face, mesmerized by his arrogance. This man was so full of himself… Unbelievable. There is almost a sliver of hate in his eyes when he looks at me. Does he hate all women or is it just me?

But when the tip of his c**k brushes against my lips, I can't keep eye contact anymore, and they gaze down. What I'm met with leaves me as breathless as his grasp did. I'm not sure I've ever seen someone packing such a big d**k before. Was this the reason why he was so arrogant?

It seemed long and thick enough to cause some damage, especially to someone with a more petite frame like me. Worry grips my chest and I suddenly feel like I'm not up for the job. There was no way in hell I could fit that. My mouth, between my legs… Nowhere.

But he insists and I can't help myself. I welcomed the tip of his c**k inside of my mouth, my tongue flicking over the almost velvety tip, swirling around and over it.

His hand moves slowly over my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, before he grips my hair tightly in his fist and starts moving me further down, forcing more of himself inside.

"Gods !" he groans out, leaning his head backwards, his eyes fluttering closed.

/Bet you like that, you d**k!/ I think as he forced himself more than I could bite and the tip of his c**k pushes against my throat, making me gag, and my eyes fill with tears.

With a satisfied smirk on his face, he pulls back slightly, giving me room to breathe, while my lips are still wrapped around him.

"By the way you run your mouth, I thought it would be bigger." he mocks me and, with the grasp on my hair, he starts moving my head.

I don't entirely mind being roughhoused. But this man makes my anger bubble. Makes everything inside of me want to bite his d**k off. But I know better than castrating Thomas Bechtel before he has an heir.

My tongue swirls and my cheeks hollow as I suck on his c**k. And from the way he groans, the way his breath quickens , the way he tenses and the way he bucks his hips into my mouth, as he increases the speed, I think he considers that I am doing a good job.

It's not long after when I feel the salty taste of precum and the way his c**k trembles in the need for release.

/Already?/ just as I think this, he pulls out of my mouth so abruptly that he leaves me puzzled and confused, my mouth opened, the tip of my tongue pressing against my lower lip and a trickle of saliva still connecting my mouth to his c**k.

He seems tense, a muscle hammering in his jaw as he breathes in deeply, to get a hold of himself. He grabs my face and without a warning he pulls me up harshly.

I groan as I force myself on my feet, stumbling forward and ending up on his lap once again, with a huff escaping me.

He doesn't let go of my face. His fingers sink into my cheeks and it's growing a bit painful. He's still on the edge and I'm sure the way he treats me is part of his weird hidden kinks.

"Who knew you'd be that skilled with your mouth. I thought it was only good for running aimlessly -" he mocks me, his face nearing mine, the tip of his nose brushing against mine.

"You look even prettier with my c**k in your mouth." he whispers, words falling right against my lips.

Was he going to kiss me? The anticipation of his hungry lips on mine makes me borderline lose myself. But instead of that, he forces my head backwards, making me groan in pain.

A hand goes on my lower back, while the other moves to grab my hair again, keeping me bent uncomfortably.

His lips brush over my chest, moving slowly over my hammering heart.

I can feel his c**k underneath me, still hard, still pulsing lightly, aching for relief. I'm pressed harshly against him, but no matter how much I try, I don't have the mobility to grind against him.

His lips wander around my chest, peppering my skin with kisses until they find the peak of my breast and wrap around it teasingly slow.

"Hmmmf!" the sound that escapes me is muffled and dull, but I can feel him smile against my skin.

He sucks the n****e into his mouth, his tongue swirling around in circles, making me squirm underneath him. I want more. I want his hand on my other breast. I want him between my legs. I'm too wet to even think straight right now. I want release.

The hand that so roughly holds onto my hair, slips down the curve of my back, while he moves his mouth to the other breast,his teeth scraping against the soft skin of my n****e.

A gasp escapes me and now that he freed me, I push my chest further into his face, forcing him to lean back.

A chuckle escapes him, as he bites into my n****e.

"Asshole!" a pained hiss escapes me as we lock eyes.

He lets go of my breast with a soft popping sound.

"Let's get this over with. The night is long and if I'm to enjoy you as much as I want, there will be nothing left for the next time." he growls out.

The way he moves, the way he speaks and the way he looks at me all make me puzzled. I am not sure if it's the drugs or the fact that I feel like this is all a strange dream, but before I can even understand what's happening, I am face down into the cushion of the couch, ass up and legs spread.

My arms are still tied to each other behind my back and it's a bit hard to get control over my body right now.

Dripping wet panties are tugged to the side.

"Wait!" I hurry to speak, pushing my shoulder into the couch. "I can't possibly-"

"Mhm?" he hums, the tip of his c**k spreading my folds. "Did you get intimidated?" he mocks me, as he presses slightly against my entrance.

My whole body tenses. There's no way in hell I can fit him inside of me! I might not be a virgin, but this man was a damn horse! I've never even thought that d***s can be this big!

His hands grab my ass with greed and before I can try to pull away, he pushes inside of me harshly. Harsh enough that the air is knocked right out of my lungs and tears swell in my eyes. The pain is sharp, like a red hot iron and a loud pained scream fills the room, alongside a low pleased grunt.

"Who knew a w***e like you would be this f*****g tight -" he groans out, giving my ass a harsh squeeze.

A w***e?!

He doesn't give me any time to process anything. Nor the pain, or the words or my own thoughts and feelings.

Thomas starts thrusting slowly at first, moaning with every single one of them. Sparks of pain fly through my whole body for a few long moments, until the pain tangles with the pleasure. It was clear he didn't have my pleasure in mind, but the drugs took care of that.

He is harsh. Rock hard too. But my mind is mush and nothing but the pleasure matters now. I feel his breath against my shoulder and I want nothing more but... More. More!

"You know what? From this angle, you're genuinely beautiful." he whispers in my ear. "The only thing that's missing is my c*m dripping from your thighs -" he groans, his body tensing against mine.

But I can't come with a smart comeback right now. I am lost in my own pleasure, in my own need for release, that I don't even comprehend his words.

He straightens himself in a rush and his thrust turn wild and furious. Not too long after, everything comes to a peak. I feel him throb harshly inside of me and before I know it, he finished right inside. My first thought was to try to fight him for it, but when he leans forward and his nose buries into my hair he mutters:

"Good girl." in that shaky, breathless voice and I am once more nothing but a mess.

Still deep within me, Thomas presses his chest against my back, forcing me to lie down and catch a break. He noses my hair for a moment before he lets out a low groan and gets up.

He pulls out of me sharply, the euphoria of pleasure immediately replaced by a harsh roughness and pain that makes my whole body tense, my thighs press together.

He smirks. I don't have to look at him to know. His fingers brush slowly between my folds, mixing his c*m with my wetness even more.

"You'll be sore tomorrow." he tells me, satisfied with it.

"No s**t, Sherlock." I hiss, wiggling my ass to try to get his hand away. My p***y throbbed in pain and frustration too.

"I'll get someone to help you clean yourself up." his voice is confident and flat once more, as he unties my hands and fixes his pants.

And that was the whole of it. He didn't say another thing as he turned on his heels and walked out of the room.

What.... Just happened?