Sniping Her Mafia King

Adrianu Cavallaro in full dominant man mode was straight out of every single one of Arwen's pornographic fantasies. Gone was playful, laughing Addy who mocked and teased her. In his place, Adrianu was in possession of the room and with his jeans pulled back on, the fly unbuttoned teasing her with the memory of the thickness within. His hair was ruffled with his finger marks and his face was set as he studied her the way he had her spread over the bed.

Her head was turned to face him where he stood beside the bed, the paddle in his hands. He'd gone rifling through her closet and found a black satin night dress barely covering her a*s and a tiny satin thong. He'd dressed her himself as if she were a doll and then laid her on the bed the way he wanted. She watched the way his lips twisted as he studied her on the bed. He reached for her leg and yanked the restraint tighter. She was tied to the bed with a set of bonds he'd found in her drawer. Each leg tied to a corner of the bed. She was flat on her stomach, her hair brushed off her shoulder. His lips had been gentle as they kissed the skin he exposed. Arwen considered the man was going to give her a heady mix of soft and hard.

Adrianu Cavallaro was a mafia don. Practiced in the ways of torture since a small child. She was at his mercy as she lay watching him as he considered all the things, he was going to do to her. She should have been terrified. Instead, she was drenched, her body was almost gushing. She knew her girlfriends would think she was sick and depraved but the sight of him holding the paddle in his hand, made her p***y clench tightly in anticipation. It was almost painful.

The cold wood of the maple paddle slid along the inside of her thigh, and she shivered involuntarily.

"What word do you say if you need me to stop, Arwen?" he asked suddenly as he flicked his gaze to her face. "Excelsior."

"Good girl." He nodded and took a breath. He rubbed the satin of her nightdress over her bottom and the softness was ticklish as he pushed it up to her hip. Then he lifted the paddle and slapped it over her bare a*s cheek. She jumped at the tap. It wasn't near as hard as she thought he'd strike her with, but he was just getting started, she considered. He pulled the satin back down and rubbed it over the spot he'd struck.

The gentleness coupled with the hard board was exhilarating. He pushed the material away again and smacked the other cheek, the rubbed the sensuous satin over the mark.

"It's been ten days since we should have had a date. I asked you out the day of the wedding. It's been ten days. Ten days of you making me wait while you sorted out in your head, I'm the one you need." His voice was cold and hot all at the same time. "Ten paddles to each cheek for each day you've made me have to jerkoff on my own."

"You're forgetting the bar, we had s*x" she argued and then bit her tongue.

"You went the bar to f**k another man. You'll be punished in another way for that."

"Yes Adrianu." She shimmied as the paddle struck her bum, this time with more stinging force before the delicate material soothed the skin.

"Count Arwen."

"Two," she whimpered.

He struck the other cheek.

"Two," she repeated as he finished the set.

He was in control, his hand not delivering a strike any more than she could handle and each soothing rub after each paddling made her quiver on the bed.

Each strike was countered with a gentle caress over her tender skin with his powerful hand and the satin.

"Cara," he heard her muffled wince when she said eight, "you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." He pulled his hand back a bit further and added weight to his slap.

"Nine," Arwen moaned with pleasure at the feelings coiling inside her and shimmied her a*s into the bed, the pressure of the mattress against her mound feeling sublime when he pressed her bottom into the mattress with his calming touch after the spank. His fingers trailed between her a*s and drew moisture up between her cheeks. She wriggled toward his touch, arching her bottom for more.

"Arwen, are you going to c*m? You know you're not allowed to." He struck her again.

She yelped as the paddle connected and she clenched her stomach muscles praying she didn't let go too soon. She knew holding back on her o****m until he allowed her to release it meant she would have a hell of an o****m. "Nine." She let the word float around her.

She felt him kneel over the bed and massage her a*s with his hands, squeezing and palming her gently bruised bottom and she relaxed into his touch. She was surprised when he delivered her last two smacks with his open palm on her buttocks.

The heat of his tongue moving over her a*s, kissing, and sucking the bruises better made her whimper.

"Such a good girl." He rubbed the satin over her skin. "So soft and so responsive."

She felt his fingers slip inside her and his grunt of pleasure at how wet she was, turned her on even more. He plunged into her, stroking her deeply and then the slurping of him sucking his finger behind her made her eyes flutter close. She felt him get off the bed and she lifted her head off the mattress to look at him. He moved to rifle through her nightstand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for the toys you love most. You would keep it here, near your bed. I know you would." He lifted the toy she had been m**********g to a fantasy of him in her bed from the bottom drawer along with a small egg shaped one, "from now on, only I f**k you with these." She frowned and he leaned over and pinched her face in his grip, "do you have a problem obeying me, cara?"

"No," she met his gaze.

"No what?"

"No Adrianu," she sighed when he claimed her lips with a wet kiss of mostly his tongue. She gave a moan of complaint when he stepped away.

He grabbed her hair roughly and positioned her head again. "You took your spanking like such a good lover. It's time for your reward." "My reward?"

"Mm. O*****s. I can't stop thinking of you telling me you once fainted from multiple o*****s. I want to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, your breath stops and to f**k you straight into oblivion." He held the toy by her face, "suck." He slipped it past her mouth and put it to the back of her throat. "Can you breathe?" She nodded slowly. "Good. I'll get a ball gag for next time we play together. For now, you suck the c**k you pretend is mine."

He moved back to the end of the bed and loosened the ties just a fraction at her ankles to allow her to be capable of lifting her a*s up higher on her knees. He was off the bed and the rustling of his jeans hitting the floor made her squirm in excitement. He moved in between her thighs from behind and the tearing of foil as he prepared to take her from behind filled her ears.

Then he was inside her. Arwen immediately felt full to the brim as he pushed in all the way in one brusque movement, slamming deep and she felt his balls slap against her. His fingers gripped her hips as he began f*****g her furiously, his hips slamming against her a*s with force. His tempo rapid and his thrusts forceful. His commands to not let the toy he'd shoved into her mouth fall out, the way he reached up to yank her hair and the echo of skin slapping skin were amping up her pleasure.

His words were hot and directorial. Lift higher. Drop lower. Suck louder. When he leaned over her and pulled the toy out of her mouth and ordered her to scream when she came. He pummeled her hard and he ordered her to come, and she came undone, shrieking his name into the air around them. He didn't stop his actions, his hips never missing a beat.

Arwen considered Adrianu Cavallaro was a beast. He rammed in and out of her with such perfect precision she wondered how he managed to maintain such exquisite control. He elicited another o****m out of her with ease, yet he appeared to be nowhere ready for his own.

"Oh baby, you're so f*****g wet, it's everywhere," he groaned when she clenched around him squeezing him deep within her walls. "I could f**k you forever." He stretched forward and released her arm restraints. "Up."

She rose on shaky arms to all fours and then gave a shout when he reached under her and pinched her n*****s roughly. He still hadn't pulled out of her, buried deep, hard, thick, and unyielding.

Without warning he pulled her upright, still deep inside her, but pulling her back flush to his sweaty chest, and she moaned at the way he lifted her over his thighs where he kneeled on the bed. The position was strange and awkward her knees pulled apart from his legs and she had to hold her hands behind her to grab his hips to avoid falling forward. His fist was wrapped tight in her hair, and he yanked her head backwards and kissed her ferociously, jamming his tongue deep into her throat.

Arwen considered she had been with men in the past who were dominant but as strong as Addy was being with her, the knowledge most of what he was doing was for her pleasure reverberated in her chest. The men she was in the habit of being with rarely kissed her like this, hungrily and possessively. His mouth was demanding and hot as his lips slipped back and forth over hers. For her s*x, especially the kind of s*x she typically enjoyed, was devoid of an emotional connection yet, the way he was stroking her tongue with his, licking her mouth and nibbling her bottom lip, she felt revered and adored.

He whispered against her lips, "you're in control for a moment baby. f**k me." He ordered into her ear.

She paused at his words, her eyes widening at his instruction.

His hand squeezed her hip, "Arwen, I'm trying awfully hard not to do every single depraved thought running through my head from choking you out completely with my c**k to f*****g your a*s while I ram you with your dildo whilst you are suspended from the rafters. There are nine-hundred and ninety-nine other things in between those two, and most are significantly worse."

"What's the worst?" she asked as she adjusted against him. "Please tell me."

"Low dose electricity on your clit," he reached around and stroked the nub he mentioned. "n****e clamps. I have a cat o' nine tails I want to smack you with while you're covered in silk until your entire body is pink and welted." He continued speaking as she began to steadily rise and fall on his c**k. He closed his eyes as she picked up speed. "I want to hang your upside down and f**k your mouth while I have a dildo in your a*s and your p***y."

She whimpered at his words, his circling of her c******s sending buzzes of feeling through her body. Her body tightened as he continued speaking into her ear, low, hot, and dirty.

"I want to c*m on every single part of your body. I want to cover you in it. I want to make you the dirtiest version of yourself you could ever imagine. I want to take you to dinner and have an egg inside you only I can control. I want to have you on the brink of an o****m until you're sweaty, crying and begging and then, I'll make you c*m in public."

"Adrianu," she gasped as he kept talking. He was not short of things he'd been contemplating.

"Keep riding my c**k baby. I need you to keep my beast tamed."

"I'm going to c*m," she whispered as he toyed with her body.

"No. You're not allowed to yet baby. When it's time to c*m you're going to feed me your juices. I want you to ride my face and let my tongue f**k you until you squirt down my throat. But for now, keep riding my c**k."

Her body was trembling as she held off and he moved his legs further apart, nudging hers wider and slapped her p***y, stinging and hot. The stark contrast to the circular motion of his touch was now alternating with the steady slaps he was applying between her legs. She could count the seconds between each forceful tap, and it was rhythmic and lulling.

Her head fell back to his shoulder as his hands played with her body. He was pinching and slapping and rubbing her in too many places and she was beginning to lose track. Each time he thought she was going to let loose, he smacked her again. She found it glorious, and her body was vibrating with pleasure.

"Please," she begged to allow her release. "I can't hold off."

"If you c*m Arwen, I will pull my c**k out right now and you won't get it again for a week."

"No," she whimpered into his neck as she turned her face.

"Keep riding, Arwen." His tone was firm.

"So tired," she complained as she continued the rise and fall of her now soaking body over his thick shaft.

"You have stamina for days," he corrected and slapped the inside of her thigh warningly. "I want you working my d**k. Squeeze baby."

Sweat beaded her face, her breath short and her lungs on fire as she continued as instructed. Never had anyone worked her this hard. Her thighs burned as if she had done a thousand squats and her vision blurred as she fought her body for control of her o****m on the precipice of erupting. She could smell his sweat as he met her thrust for thrust, their bodies slick and wet as they moved together on the bed.

Then he was lifting her up and she looked at him in confusion.

"Take the condom off," he ordered her and was surprised by the instruction.

"I want to c*m down your throat while you c*m down mine. Condom off."

She pulled the latex off his thickness and dropped it to a bin near the nightstand. She moved to kneel in front of him and he shook his head.

He positioned himself until he was laying propped on pillows on the bed and then yanked her legs up over his chest until her knees were on either side of his head and her p***y hovered over his mouth.

"Suck and don't stop until your mouth fills with my juice and if you spill a single drop, I will spank your arse so hard you won't sit a week."

"Yes Adrianu," she leaned forward, aware of how exciting both prospects were.

"No hands," he warned her. "Put them behind your back or I'll tie them."

"How do I hold myself up?" she questioned incredulously.

"You have a six pack, use it." He gave a hard slap to her a*s.

She jumped and he groaned.

"Oh, and Arwen," he spoke hotly. "I want you to c*m. I want you to c*m and c*m and c*m. If I think for one second, you're holding back an o****m, there will be hell to pay. Show me what this hot little body can do."

She gave a growl of relief at his words and then a loud gasp as his hands gripped her a*s and pulled her forcibly down on his tongue. He penetrated her deep with his fingers, spreading her lips apart as he sucked hard on them. He was everywhere and nowhere, deep, and then gone. His fingers were inside and outside, in her a*s and then not.

Arwen considered nobody had ever eaten her this way. He was devouring her like a man who hadn't seen a meal in a year, and she could barely focus on the task he had assigned her.

Her body rested against his belly as her mouth took the length of him in. Swirling her tongue around the slit at the end of his bright red knob she licked the pre-cum off him and then dropped her head hard down over him until he jammed against her throat. She let the weight of her head choke her on his massive c**k.

She jumped when his hands adjusted her body and licked straight up through her a*s cheeks, poking the pucker with his tongue before slipping back down to nip on her folds. He hooked a finger beside his tongue and stroked her most sensitive spot. Her never endings blitzed, and she screamed around the hardness filling her cheeks. She was spiraling as his fingers massaged her o****m out of her and he grunted how he wanted more of her delicious juices.

Arwen felt the tears streaming down her cheeks as fatigue from trying to hold her body over his without the use of her hands while he continued his onslaught to her p***y. He ravaged o****m after o****m out of her and she sucked and licked and drooled over his member.

She wasn't sure how long they were in the position he had her in but eventually her core collapsed against him, her body flat against his chest and stomach as she continued sucking him off. His stamina was impressive, yet her legs were jelly, and her body was wrecked.

At no time had he flogged her hard or used toys on her for so long she was ruined. No. Adrianu Cavallaro was destroying her body, every single muscle, every single cell, every single nerve ending with his own body. His tongue, his hands, his fingers and lips and his incredible c**k were beating her into submission, and she had never felt more alive.

She came again and she was unsure of what number it was or how long they'd been at it and then he told her. "It's my turn Arwen."

"Adrianu," she begged him to be done. Her body was limp and exhausted, and her jaw ached with pain from trying to keep up with him.

"Choke yourself on my c**k, mia cara. Swallow it all. It's going to be a lot."

Then he was pumping his lower body hard into her mouth, thrusting into her throat. Her gagging and sobbing as he f****d her gullet with force echoed around the otherwise quiet room and as her mouth filled with the thick salty essence of him, Arwen considered there was no way she could take all his body spewed at her. There was too much, and she was too tired, but she tried.

It spilled past her lips, and she tried to lick him clean but knew she had failed. She collapsed in a heap atop him, and he rolled her off.

He moved his body to cover hers and ran his thumb across her lips and pushed the substance he collected onto her tongue. "I knew you couldn't take it all. My second o****m is always huge."

She pouted at his smirk. "I tried."

"Not hard enough. You will learn to swallow it all in time. I also have dreams of covering you in it too, don't fret, mia cara. You will have a reprieve." He stroked her flushed cheeks. "How do you feel?"

"Like I went twenty rounds with David and Goliath," she whispered as her eyes drew closed.

"Twenty? Cara, that was only two and it's only ten o'clock. We still have until dawn."

Her eyes forced open at his words and she was expecting to see his taunting grin but was none existed. He was serious.

"You cannot possibly want more."

"I will put you in the bath to relax for a short bit but then the third round will start. I seem to recall seeing a swing I can attach to your walk-in closet door. I think I want to f**k you while you're tied up in the swing, next." He kissed the end of her nose, "first though, I'll put you in the tub and check to see what time your cousin is coming home. Can't have her knocking on the door to check on you when my c**k is rammed in your a*s."

She could barely lift her head off the bed as he rolled out and bounced off the bed with energy which made her want to shoot him in the a*s. "Where do you get all the energy?" she moaned to herself as she heard her bathtub filling up.

"Carbs," he grinned as he reappeared out of nowhere to pick her up into his arms cradled against his chest, "you said you wanted to play with me. Did you change your mind?"

"Did you trade your soul to the devil for an enhanced libido?"

"No, I'm Italian. It's natural."

She closed her eyes as he slid her into the tub, the cold porcelain on her back a stark contrast to the warm water began rising around her. She realized he had found lavender bath salts as the smell floated around her. He was taking good care of his submissive lover. She half-smiled as she realized, he had indeed claimed her as his submissive and she liked it. Arwen considered perhaps, if she fell asleep, her dominant lover would leave his little submissive mate to drown in her euphoric state in a sea of lavender scented bubbles and total body exhaustion.

By dawn, Arwen considered drowning would have been far easier to survive.