Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Oh, God. Why had I ever said I wasn't his toy? Now he had to try to prove me wrong. I couldn't answer. Instead I rubbed my ass against his very hard dick.
He grunted and shifted to hold my hips still. "Tell me, dolcezza. Whose toy are you? Who does your pussy belong to?"
"No, I can't. Please." He moved his fingers along my labia, but not over the swollen centre that begged for friction. His free hand came up to circle my throat. "I'll give you what you want. Just tell me. I want to hear the words."
My body screamed even as my ears rang with denial. But I was weak, so weak, when he touched me. It was like I had no control over my
movements, no willpower. I was an animal who needed to come. Reason had long since departed.
The words tumbled out of my mouth. "I'm your toy, Rafael ."
"Who does your pussy belong to?" I dug my nails into the wooden armrest. "You, Rafael . My pussy belongs to you."
He moved his fingers to my clit and the hand at my throat squeezed lightly, but it was enough. I detonated, my body trembling against him as I came, and the world blanked out as the orgasm went on and on.
I was floating on a sea of colour and air, far away from mafia bosses and castles. Nothing mattered, except this glorious feeling. But nothing good ever lasted. And when the orgasm subsided, shame instantly filled me.
How quickly my show of bravado had crumbled. A few pets of my clit and he had me panting, begging, practically drooling for him. I was pathetic. My eyes started to fill, but I would not cry in front of him. What had happened was humiliating enough. I couldn't stand it if he saw my tears, too.
I started to shove off his lap, but strong arms held me in place. "Do not regret what happens between us. You like what I do to you, so don't
question why."
"Do not tell me how to feel. You might control my body, but you don't control my mind, Rafael ."
"You are strong willed, which makes my dick hard. But you will find I am strong willed, as well. Just remember that I will always win."
I pushed up off him and he let me go this time. I buttoned my shorts without looking back at him, then I grabbed a cornetto off the table and walked out of the dining room. He and his hard dick could go fuck themselves.
Rafael's POV
Work was a waste of time. I couldn't concentrate, my mind still stuck on Valentina . I hadn't slept last night, even after jacking off in the shower. This morning I made myself come again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and furiously stroking myself. My cock would chafe if I kept this up.
I had to fuck her soon. She would have let me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for it. She hadn't liked giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my mantenuta, she was at my disposal, our relationship at my whim. I'd never had a mistress who lived with me before, but I figured that only made things more convenient. I could have Valentina whenever I wanted, no waiting required.
"Are you paying attention, Rav?" Marco's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yes." We were on a conference call, but our side was muted.
The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos now that D'Agostino died was droning on. Most of the upper-ranking bosses of the provincia were on the call, where we always talked in code, but my opinion carried the most weight. The Ravazzanis had issues with the Avellinos in the past and I stood to lose the most if the peace fell apart. They were discussing The Avellino's newest venture, computer fraud.
Apparently, the eldest son had set it up and the family was raking in money hand over fist. I could hear the jealousy from the other capos over the phone line.
"Isn't there a sister?" I asked Marco. "Eleven or twelve years of age?"
"She is fifteen," Marco answered. "What are you thinking?"
"We could betroth her to Dimitri now that I've decided to end his arrangement with Valentina . Merge the future of the two families."
"A lot could happen in three years, though."
"So, marry them now? He could wait until she was of the age to consummate it."
"Sure, but how do you know she isn't already spoken for?"
"I don't, but I could convince Enzo D'Agostino to see things my way."
"Every other capo is probably thinking the same," Marco noted, tilting his head to the phone.
"Probably, but none of them have access like we do." He knew I meant access to the drugs that came in through our ports. "True. So should I reach out?"
"Yes. Ask Enzo to the yacht with his woman. I'll bring Valentina and we'll make a day of it."
Marco's brows lifted. "So Valentina has agreed to be your mantenuta. That was fast."
He grunted and shifted to hold my hips still. "Tell me, dolcezza. Whose toy are you? Who does your pussy belong to?"
"No, I can't. Please." He moved his fingers along my labia, but not over the swollen centre that begged for friction. His free hand came up to circle my throat. "I'll give you what you want. Just tell me. I want to hear the words."
My body screamed even as my ears rang with denial. But I was weak, so weak, when he touched me. It was like I had no control over my
movements, no willpower. I was an animal who needed to come. Reason had long since departed.
The words tumbled out of my mouth. "I'm your toy, Rafael ."
"Who does your pussy belong to?" I dug my nails into the wooden armrest. "You, Rafael . My pussy belongs to you."
He moved his fingers to my clit and the hand at my throat squeezed lightly, but it was enough. I detonated, my body trembling against him as I came, and the world blanked out as the orgasm went on and on.
I was floating on a sea of colour and air, far away from mafia bosses and castles. Nothing mattered, except this glorious feeling. But nothing good ever lasted. And when the orgasm subsided, shame instantly filled me.
How quickly my show of bravado had crumbled. A few pets of my clit and he had me panting, begging, practically drooling for him. I was pathetic. My eyes started to fill, but I would not cry in front of him. What had happened was humiliating enough. I couldn't stand it if he saw my tears, too.
I started to shove off his lap, but strong arms held me in place. "Do not regret what happens between us. You like what I do to you, so don't
question why."
"Do not tell me how to feel. You might control my body, but you don't control my mind, Rafael ."
"You are strong willed, which makes my dick hard. But you will find I am strong willed, as well. Just remember that I will always win."
I pushed up off him and he let me go this time. I buttoned my shorts without looking back at him, then I grabbed a cornetto off the table and walked out of the dining room. He and his hard dick could go fuck themselves.
Rafael's POV
Work was a waste of time. I couldn't concentrate, my mind still stuck on Valentina . I hadn't slept last night, even after jacking off in the shower. This morning I made myself come again after what happened in the dining room, standing in the bathroom and furiously stroking myself. My cock would chafe if I kept this up.
I had to fuck her soon. She would have let me last night. Or this morning. But I wanted her ready for it. She hadn't liked giving in to me in the dining room, but it was a lesson she had to learn. As my mantenuta, she was at my disposal, our relationship at my whim. I'd never had a mistress who lived with me before, but I figured that only made things more convenient. I could have Valentina whenever I wanted, no waiting required.
"Are you paying attention, Rav?" Marco's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yes." We were on a conference call, but our side was muted.
The discussion about what to do with the Avellinos now that D'Agostino died was droning on. Most of the upper-ranking bosses of the provincia were on the call, where we always talked in code, but my opinion carried the most weight. The Ravazzanis had issues with the Avellinos in the past and I stood to lose the most if the peace fell apart. They were discussing The Avellino's newest venture, computer fraud.
Apparently, the eldest son had set it up and the family was raking in money hand over fist. I could hear the jealousy from the other capos over the phone line.
"Isn't there a sister?" I asked Marco. "Eleven or twelve years of age?"
"She is fifteen," Marco answered. "What are you thinking?"
"We could betroth her to Dimitri now that I've decided to end his arrangement with Valentina . Merge the future of the two families."
"A lot could happen in three years, though."
"So, marry them now? He could wait until she was of the age to consummate it."
"Sure, but how do you know she isn't already spoken for?"
"I don't, but I could convince Enzo D'Agostino to see things my way."
"Every other capo is probably thinking the same," Marco noted, tilting his head to the phone.
"Probably, but none of them have access like we do." He knew I meant access to the drugs that came in through our ports. "True. So should I reach out?"
"Yes. Ask Enzo to the yacht with his woman. I'll bring Valentina and we'll make a day of it."
Marco's brows lifted. "So Valentina has agreed to be your mantenuta. That was fast."
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