Indebted to the Mafia King
Breathless

Eleni

I watch Dante dart into the connected living room to grab a pillow from the couch.

"For your knees." He sets it on the floor.

I swallow. Dante watches the movement with hungry eyes. Slowly, I kneel on the pillow instead of the tile floor. His suit pants bulge in front of my face, and I lick my lips. Time for my first blowjob. "What next?" I ask.

He smiles and unfastens his pants, then shoves them down with his underwear to pool on the floor. His cock springs free. I'm pretty sure it's bigger than last time. He wraps his hand around it and pumps a few times, until liquid beads on the tip.

"You can go slow," he says. "Trust me, it's just as good slow."

I lick the bead of liquid before I can overthink it. His flavor bursts over my tongue, salty and musky and Dante. I hum.

"Good." His voice sounds tight. "Now put your hand where mine is. You don't have to take it all."

I cup his length, firm but springy under my palm, and he groans. I don't need any more instructions. I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth.

He clenches a hand in my hair, sparks of sharp pain joining the want in my gut, and I circle my tongue around him. That makes him clench harder, moan again. I bob forward, taking another inch, and immediately, the feeling is all-consuming. He barely hits the middle of my tongue yet, but all I can taste, smell, and see is Dante. I look up to meet his gaze, and pure, animal hunger burns in his eyes. I bob a little farther and synchronize with my hand.

My name falls from Dante's lips like a prayer. I close my eyes and devote myself to making it happen again. Every time I go forward, I take a little more, always remembering his fingers in my mouth, opening me up.

I hit the beginning of my gag reflex, and tears fill my eyes. Dante starts to pull back, and panic leaps through my veins. I grab his ass and go farther, take more. The tears spill. My lungs start aching again as I pull in thin breaths through my nose. It's just like kissing him. Breath comes second.

"Green?" he whispers.

I nod. Next time I move forward, he moves with me, taking more of my mouth. I moan, and he groans in response. My lips meet my hand. Only a few inches left. I am burning up, so full of him there's almost nothing else, but I'm nothing if not determined. I release his cock and grab his ass with both hands. Farther. I gag just a little, calling more tears. I can do this.

When I bury my nose in his thatch of dark pubic hair, the pleasure that breaks through me is nearly orgasmic. Dante cares, and now he knows he can't tell me what to do. I can always take more. I look up into his eyes, just holding him inside me, and there's no way to describe the expression.

"I'm close," he murmurs.

I dig my nails into him and roll my tongue along the underside of his cock, panting. Breathless. A few moments later, he stiffens, and hot liquid pours into my mouth. I forget to swallow, cough, and he pulls back. Come spills over my lips. Before he can ask, I lick it up.

"Jesus fucking" He shakes his head and yanks me to my feet, claiming my mouth.

I am alight, moving against him, tasting his tongue and his come in one breath.

"Do you like this shirt?" he asks against my lips.

I shake my head. Something clicks, and with a sound of ripping fabric, Dante slits my shirt up the middle. The two halves fall away, and he yanks my bra cup aside to torture one of my nipples. I moan his name. Warm air whisks against my bare skin, and I press myself close to him. I can feel his soaked cock against my leg, just below the hem of my shorts. He's not ready to go again yet, but I'm sure we can find a way to fill the time. I tear at the buttons on his shirt, wishing I had the knife to strip him.

He puts one of my hands on the breast he was torturing. "If I do your part, you have to do mine."

I twist and tug my aching nipple as he whips through the buttons and sheds his shirt and jacket. He pulls off my bra. His chest hair rasps over my bare skin. I moan and start to memorize the patterns that send waterfalls of want between my legs. I've never touched myself like this before. He pushes me back a step, and I obey, hoping he abandons his pants behind us.

Another step, and he unbuttons my shorts. They fall away as we walk to show my plain cotton panties. Then, Dante reclaims his position on my breast and shoves his other hand between my legs, over my underwear. I gasp up into him as I hit the back of the couch. It only takes a few circles before my first orgasm threatens.

"I'm close," I say, just like he did.

"Good." He shoves my underwear aside and slips two fingers into me.

I shriek his name as pleasure overtakes my senses. But unlike all the other times, he doesn't stop and let me relax. He just releases my clit and keeps thrusting his fingers into me.

I stare up at him, panting and helpless.

"You mentioned the shooting on purpose." He shakes his head. "That means you need a punishment."

I blink. "I thought you were apologizing."

He wipes a bit of his come off my lips. "I was."

Then, Dante spins me around and bends me over the couch, ramming three fingers into me. I yelp his name and grind my hips back into him, a second orgasm already on the horizon. My breath races as it takes me, and I shudder around him. Still, he doesn't let me up. My third peak rattles my bones. I pant against the couch cushions. A distant part of me wants to kiss him again, but as he wrings more pleasure out of my body, I realize he is still everything I can sense. There is nothing else.

After the fourth, he holds a silver packet in front of my bleary eyes. "Open it."

My hands shake, but I rip the foil open. He pulses his fingers inside me as he slides the condom on one-handed.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks.

"You," I gasp.

"You, who?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"You, sir," I rock back onto him. "Please."

"Since you said please." He rips his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock so quickly I barely feel his absence. "Play with your tits."

I moan and pluck at my nipples again, driving my oversensitive body even closer to the edge. He slams into me, knocking my hips against the back of the couch. I come again before he's even close, and when I lose my grasp on my nipples, he smacks my ass once, sharply, then bends over me to take them in his own hands.

My world has dissolved into the scratch of his chest against my back, the pounding pulse of his cock in my pussy, when he starts thrusting jerkily. He wraps a hand loosely around the front of my neck and pulls me up like that until we're both standing, then kisses me. My breath disappears.

Dante mouths my name against my lips as he comes, and that is enough to send me over the edge again. I collapse onto the couch when he pulls out, boneless and sated. He drapes a blanket over my mostly naked body and kisses my forehead.

He's not going anywhere.