Chapter 16
Hannah
“Use your tongue,” he instructed, slowing his pace momentarily.
1 swirled my tongue around his shaft as best I could, tasting the salt of his skin and the pre–cum that leaked continuously from his tip.
“Good baby,” he murmured. “So fucking good.”
His praise made me redouble my efforts, sucking harder and taking him deeper. My hands gripped his thighs for balance as he picked up the pace. again, fucking my face with abandon.
“I’m going to cum down your throat,” he warned, his voice tight with restraint. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good little girl.
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. Then, with a guttural groan, he pushed deep into my throat and held me there as he came. Hot spurts hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed frantically, trying not to choke.
When he finally released my head, I gasped for air, coughing slightly. Cum dribbled from the corner of my mouth, and he wiped it away with his thumb before pushing it back between my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered, and I obediently cleaned his thumb.
“Did you like that?” he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
I nodded, my throat too raw to speak.
“Use your words, he demanded, his gentleness vanishing.
“Yes, Daddy,” I croaked. “I liked it.”
He smirked, satisfied with my answer. His eyes roamed over my body, still covered by the sheer robe. With surprising speed, he reached out and grabbed the delicate fabric, tearing it down the middle with a harsh rip.
I gasped as the cool air hit my newly exposed skin. The robe hung in tatters from my shoulders, completely ruined.
“That was expensive,” I said without thinking.
He raised an eyebrow. “I bought it. I can destroy it if I want.”
He was right, of course. Everything I was wearing belonged to him. I was wearing it only because he wanted me to
“Stand up,” he commanded, tucking himself back into his pants.
I rose on shaky legs, the torn robe falling away completely, leaving me in just the tiny thong and push–up bra. He circled me slowly, predator assessing its prey.
“Turn around and bend over the couch,” he instructed, his voice thick with renewed desire.
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I did as he asked, placing my hands on the back of the couch and bending at the waist. The position made me feel incredibly vulnerable, my ass exposed to him completely.
Without warning, his hand came down hard on my right ass cheek. The slap echoed in the room, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
“You have ever been spanked before?” he asked, rubbing the spot he’d just hit,
“No,” I admitted, my voice small
No what?” he prompted, his hand coming down again on my other cheek, harder this time.
“No, Daddy!” I gasped.
The Mafia’s Sugar Queen
Chapter 16
Hannah
“Use your tongue,” he instructed, slowing his pace momentarily.
I swirled my tongue around his shaft as best I could, tasting the salt of his skin and the pre–cum that leaked continuously from his tip,
“Good baby,” he murmured. “So fucking good.”
His praise made me redouble my efforts, sucking harder and taking him deeper. My hands gripped his thighs for balance as he picked up the pace again, fucking my face with abandon.
“I’m going to cum down your throat,” he warned, his voice tight with restraint. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good little girl.”
I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh. Then, with a guttural groan, be pushed deep into my throat and held me there as he came. Hot spurts hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed frantically, trying not to choke.
when he finally released my head, I gasped for air, coughing slightly. Cum dribbled from the corner of my mouth, and he wiped it away with his thumb before pushing it back between my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered, and I obediently cleaned his thumb.
“Did you like that?” he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
I nodded, my throat too raw to speak.
“Use your words, he demanded, his gentleness vanishing.
“Yes, Daddy,” I croaked. “I liked it.”
He smirked, satisfied with my answer. His eyes roamed over my body, still covered by the sheer robe. With surprising speed, he reached out and grabbed the delicate fabric, tearing it down the middle with a harsh rip.
I gasped as the cool air hit my newly exposed skin. The robe hung in tatters from my shoulders, completely ruined.
“That was expensive,” I said without thinking.
He raised an eyebrow. “I bought it. I can destroy it if I want.”
He was right, of course, Everything I was wearing belonged to him. I was wearing it only because he wanted me to.
“Stand up,” he commanded, tucking himself back into his pants,
I rose on shaky legs, the torn robe falling away completely, leaving me in just the tiny thong and push–up bra. He circled me slowly, like a predator assessing its prey.
*Turn around and bend over the couch,” he instructed, his voice thick with renewed desire.
I did as he asked, placing my hands on the back of the couch and bending at the waist. The position made me feel incredibly vulnerable, my ass exposed to him completely.
Without warning, his hand came down hard on my right ass check. The stap echoed in the room, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
You have ever been spanked before? he asked, rubbing the spot he’d just hit.
“No.” I admitted, my voice small
No what? I
he prompted, his hand coming down again on my other cheek, harder this time.
No, Daddy! I gasped.
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“You’ll have to get used to it,” he said, delivering another stinging slap. 1 like my girls with nice red asses.”
He continued spanking me, alternating cheeks until my ass felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down my face, but beneath the pain was a surprising undercurrent of pleasure. Each slap sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my clit.
“You’re soaking through your thong,” he observed, sliding a finger under the thin strip of fabric. “You like being spanked, don’t you, you dirty girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, pushing back against his hand.
He chuckled darkly. I knew you’d be perfect. His fingers slipped inside me again, two at once, making me gasp. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel this pussy around my cock.”
I whimpered, my inner walls clenching around his probing fingers. The mixture of pain from my spanked ass and pleasure from his touch was making my head spin.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for..
“Please what, baby?” He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees buckle,
“Please fuck me,” I managed to say, my voice breaking with need.
He withdrew his fingers, and I heard the sound of his zipper again. “Not here. I want you in my bed for the first time.
Before I could respond, he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. I yelped in surprise, Instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. He carried me through the suite to the bedroom I’d seen earlier, the one with the massive bed and black silk sheets.
He tossed me onto the mattress unceremoniously. I bounced once, my hair splaying out around me. He stood at the foot of the bed, removing his shirt completely and tossing it aside. His chest was broad and muscular, the kind you’d see on fitness magazine covers.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. “Show me that pussy.”
My face burned with embarrassment, but I did as he asked, slowly parting my thighs. The tiny thong covered almost nothing, and I could feel how wet I was, the fabric soaked through.
“More,” he demanded. “Pull that thong aside. I want t
see all of you.”
With trembling fingers, I hooked the thin strip of fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing myself completely to his gaze. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes darkening. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He climbed onto the bed, his movements predatory. His hands reached for my bra, but instead of unclasping it, he simply ripped it down the middle, the delicate fabric tearing easily in his strong hands.
“Jesus!” 1 exclaimed as my breasts spilled free, “You have to stop destroying clothes!”
“Ill buy you more,” he said dismissively, his hands immediately covering my breasts. “So much more.”
His thumbs brushed over my nipples, which hardened instantly at his touch. He pinched them lightly, then harder when I moaned in response.
“You like a little pain, don’t you?” he asked, twisting my nipples until I gasped. “I fucking knew it.”
I
His mouth replaced one of his hands, hot and wet around my nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I arched off the bed, pushing my beast further into his mouth.
“God, yes, I moaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair.
