Arresting the Don

Maybe I won't kill you

ROY

I can't put into words how beautifully she took me in. She was the most beautiful woman ever, as she kneeled below me, silently following my command. Her eyes spoke volumes, which were difficult for me to understand. But one thing was sure, she was not what she appeared. She was more than that. Maybe beyond my expectations. And every cell of my body wanted to dismantle her every layer one by one.

When she sucked me, though immature, as if she was doing it for the first time, my heart wanted to believe that whatever she was saying, was absolutely true. But my brain screamed that she was a bluff, a deadly weapon, who had the power to destroy me.

As she was sucking me, I watched her closely, her hands went beneath her red shimmery dress which was too short to cover even her ass cheeks. She took out a sharp knife from beneath her dress and pointed it beneath my c**k, which was still laying heavily inside her mouth.

I was not at all surprised by her act. In fact, to be honest, I was expecting something like this from this beautiful hellfire. She didn't know who she was dealing with. This little woman asked me, the Indian don who is being chased by the police of her city, to give her all the money I had at that moment.

I would have given her the world if she had asked nicely or we had met under different circumstances. But right now, I had to show her the place she belongs to. In one swift motion, I grabbed her throat tightly, such that her grip on the knife loosened. The knife fell from her hand and she struggled to breathe, but I didn't loosen my hand on her throat.

"Suck it if you wanna make out alive from here!" I said in a cruel and rough voice.

She immediately opened her mouth, and loosened my grip a bit, just a little bit, that was enough for her to suck me.

"Suck me like your life depends on it, and maybe I won't kill you." She looked upward, not a bit of fear was there in her eyes. She was the first girl who was not scared of me.

To my surprise, she sucked me as if all she wanted at that moment was to please me. It didn't appear at all that she was sucking me because of fear, but because she herself wanted it to. Although she was not a pro, and I had girls who suck really nicely, but the sensations which ran through my body because of her touch, was incredible. I pinched her nose and pushed myself deeper into her, causing her to choke. Tears dripped from her mysterious green eyes. Her beautiful face was getting redder with every passing second. But I don't give a damn.

My fingers flexed around her throat, as well as I, pinched her nose a bit tighter. I wanted her to feel the f*****g punishment. She tried to catch a breath by pulling out, but I didn't let her. When her eyes rolled at the back of her head, I released her nose and pulled out my throbbing c**k to let her catch some breath. But I pushed back, after two seconds. This time, I grabbed her hair tightly and pushed her face into my groin.

Saliva drooled from her mouth which dripped down on her milky breasts. I f****d her mouth roughly, not caring about how bad it will ache after a while. I pushed my c**k deep into her c**k, and it felt like heaven to watch her struggle for a breath. Well, she deserved it. I would have acted gently with her, but she asked for it by pulling out the knife.

After a while, when I emptied myself in her mouth, she looked at me, disoriented. She looked even more beautiful with smeared lipstick and messed-up hair. Her mascara seemed to roll down her cheeks with tears.

"Swallow it. And don't dare to drip a single drop of it, if you don't want any more punishments apart from the ones I have already decided for you." I commanded and she obeyed. She swallowed it down in two large gulps. She looked incredibly beautiful like that. But I was not done with her yet. 

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GRACE 

After he made me swallow his discharge, which I very willingly swallowed and devoured, he grabbed my hand by the wrist and took me near the bed. Whatever he may do, I won't let him have s*x with me. Well, not at least tonight. Everything is a trap, what does he think, that he is in control? Fool! I made him believe that he had control over everything but I was the one who was in charge of his actions. 

But for a moment, it appeared as it were all for real. I really wanted to please him. The deep groans and moans which escaped his lips were sending me shivers down my spine and encouraging me to suck him more, and therefore please him more. All the choking was worth it as I looked to his face when his eyes were closed with pleasure. But what he was doing now was beyond my control and beyond my expectations. 

"Let me teach you what it is like to cross paths with me." He hissed into my ear, his chest pressed to my back, pressing me further into the soft mattress of the bed. 

"I just wanted..."  I began to speak but was soon stopped by his deep growl. 

"Shut the f**k up! Just lay there quietly and let me teach you the lesson you very daringly asked for." And then he lifted my red shimmery dress above my ass cheeks which were now bare for his eyes. I must admit that a part of me was scared now. He was really dangerous, for my sanity. 

His fingers traced the thin line of the fabric that disappeared between my ass cheeks. I felt my face reddening as I imagined what he was seeing. Though I had worn thongs, I had not expected to make them a view for him. 

"Don't move." He warned as his hand left my wrists and then both of his hands were now on my ass cheeks, palming them, caressing them, and squeezing them.

"Beautiful!" He whispered. And just after a moment, I felt the first sting of the slap that he delivered to my ass. f*****g asshole! 

"Ouchh!' A shocked yelp left my mouth, as I started to stand up.

"No! Not yet, miss Crystal." He pushed his hand flat at the back, and pushed me down, as he delivered another slap on my ass. I could have kicked him in his groin, but that could lead to several doubts in his mind. So I just pushed my palms flat on the mattress and tried to crawl on the bed, only to be grabbed by my neck. 

"If you try my patience, miss Crystal, then I can't guarantee your safety." He moved away a bit, and then I heard his belt buckle being pulled off.  A terror took hold of me, Was this psycho going to beat me? 

"You...you are going to...to beat me?" I asked in a shaky whisper. He then took hold of a handful of my hair and pulled my face to make eye contact with me and said, "I can never use a belt to beat a woman, sweetheart." His eyes spoke that he was not lying and I believed him. I believed a criminal. I believed the man who is supposed to get arrested by me. Then my mind again started to think that what the hell was she about to do with that belt?

A few seconds passed when he tied the belt around my wrists. His legs were between mine, and he kicked my legs apart from each other. He rubbed my ass again and said, "Tell me miss Crystal, why do you deserve it?" His hands smacked my ass with a thud. 

"I do not deserve it, Mr. Don!" I snapped back at him. Another slap landed on the same ass cheek, this time with more force.

"I must appreciate your bravery, miss Crystal. You are bent in front of me, with your ass bare for me to use the way I want, and still, you have the audacity to talk like that. Hmm...impressive." He said and then another slap came. He was increasing the intensity every time. 

"You may do whatever you want to do with me, forcefully. But..." I whimpered in pain as the pain spread across my body and he slapped my bare ass once again. This bastard did not even let me complete my sentence. 

"I am least interested in your words right now, miss Crystal." He said and continued to do what he was doing. The pain caused me to lift my test. Tears escaped my eyes and I cried for him to stop, but he didn't. In quick succession, he spanked me four more times. 

"It's-it's hurting..." I sobbed as I tried to move away from him. But he pushed me back, his thick c**k pressed to my ass. This sensation made me feel butterflies in my stomach and my body wanted to melt against him, and my skin felt the goosebumps raising on it. Bearing his spanking and sucking him was not a part of the mission, I could have proceeded with the mission with a different planning. But I don't know what made me to follow his commands and even right, what id compelling me to take his spanking. I know I can get out of here right now, but just my heart does not want to leave this man, not so early. 

He groaned and rubbed himself between my ass cheeks. His fingers trailed softly up and down on my heated ass, teasing and squeezing it. 

"Stop!" I yelled. My face was now wet with tears, my curled hair stuck to my face. I could feel my eyes were puffy from tears and I could feel my hands were numb from being tied for a while. I was a mess. A complete mess. From my first sucking to my first spanking, this man managed to be my first in both things. I wish I could not say it, but I have to agree that I willingly did and accepted him to be my first in both these things. I allowed him to spank and order me. He helped me to stand upright and then untied my wrists, a breath left my lungs as I felt the blood flowing in my hands. 

I did not meet his eyes. I could not. He turned me around to face him and then his fingers came up to my chin and he lifted my face so he could look me in the eyes when he asked, "It is hurting?" 

"A lot!" I tried to act strong but I could not. I wanted to melt in his arms and wanted him to make me feel better. His eyes were gentle now. His rough hands came up to wipe my tears as he said, "Let me make you feel better. Umm..you may take it as a reward to take the punishment nicely." 

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Reward? Seriously?