Indebted to the Mafia King
Yours

Eleni

My breath catches as Dante looks me over like he's deciding how to ruin me first. I've pushed him to the brink, to the wild place I know scares him sometimes. But tonight, I need that. He has to remind me who he is.

The calm before the storm ends abruptly, with Dante grabbing the top of my romper and yanking. The thin straps can't hold up against his strength. They snap, and my breasts bounce free as the strapless bra I had to wear slides down with the rest of the fabric.

I gasp. "I liked that."

"I'll buy you more." He keeps pulling, dragging the ruined garment down my body. In seconds, I'm naked. "That's my right, because you're mine."

I swallow. "I'm-"

He slaps one of my breasts with a spark of pain. "You'll stop talking if you know what's good for you, pet."

"And if I don't?" My voice shakes a little. I tremble with want.

He cups my pussy harshly, dragging his fingers through my wetness and coaxing the embers of my lost orgasm back to life. "You're determined to find out, aren't you?"

I can't do anything but let my mouth fall slack. Needy breaths hiss from my lips.

"You're such a slut." He shakes his head. "Come on."

He yanks me up off the bed. I stumble to my feet but pause when he reaches the door to the balcony.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Wherever I damn well please." His grip on me tightens, inexorable. He flings open the door, and cool night air washes over my bare body. Soft conversation from the few staff members still cleaning up the yard floats up. "They're going to "

"Good." He throws me down onto a plush lounge chair. "If you don't know you're mine, at least someone else will."

I glance over the railing. "But I have to-"

"You have to earn an orgasm, pet." Dante stares down at me. "Nothing else. How would you like to do that?"

I force my gaze away from the people below. His instructions are clear, and I've pushed him to a point where I can't argue with anything but a safe word.

And, if I'm being perfectly honest, I don't want to stop.

"I could suck your cock," I say.

"Do better," Dante replies.

Fuck. I bite my lip. "I'll do it sitting on the railing."

He hums. "Getting there."

"With the lights on," I say desperately.

He grins. Oh, god, what have I done? He flicks on the balcony lights, casting my pale skin in brilliant light. I boost myself up onto the lower railing, making sure the upper one supports my back, and he pulls out his cock. He's basically fully dressed. I'm bare-assed where anyone could see. I open my mouth and swallow him down.

Like this, it's easy to lose myself in him. He surrounds me. He's all I can see, hear, taste. He grabs my hair and rams me forward. I relax my throat and accept every inch of him with a moan. He hisses through his teeth, and I pull back to set the rhythm.

Not tonight. He yanks me back, fucking my mouth at whatever pace he wants. I can do nothing but relax and become a vessel for his pleasure. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, play with his balls, tease my own nipples as I melt deeper into the moment. Time disappears. I don't even notice the murmured warning, seconds before he crushes my nose into his pubic hair and spills down my throat.

I swallow as fast as I can, savoring the taste of him, but when he pulls out, one vulgar string of come connects my lips to his cock in the shining light.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks.

I'm not done. I tap the head of his softening cock. "Him."

Dante snarls and spins me around so my breasts hang freely over the railing. The rough stone scrapes my ribs, and I moan. I don't know if anyone is still down there. I don't want to. I shut my eyes.

He pushes his thumb inside me and fucks me lazily. "Stay here."

Footsteps and the rattle of a door tell me he went back inside and shut me out. Wetness drips down my thighs at the thought of being left here, made to greet the dawn as punishment for my insolence. In my imagination, Dante would return in the morning, only to edge me a few times and make me go about my normal day. As the minutes tick on, I start to wonder if I might be right.

Finally, the door opens again.

"As expected," Dante says. "Being displayed like this only makes you needier. Because you know it's a sign of who you belong to."

I shake my head. He slaps my ass.

"I know you're a brat. Spread your legs."

That, I'm happy to obey. Some cool and bulbous presses against my asshole, and Dante leans over me, the brush of skin on skin revealing he stripped during his absence.

"This is a reminder," he says. "I want you to keep it in all day tomorrow."

I whine. We haven't tried this yet, but whatever he has against my ass drips with sticky lube. "Green."

Dante presses the object forward, and I try to relax. As it widens, I realize it's one of the butt plugs he showed me. My tight muscles ache at the intrusion, and I pant. Dante traces a finger over my clit, a white-hot distraction. I inhale shakily. And the plug slips in. Dante swears quietly. I adjust to the new feeling of fullness, of heaviness. He has to fuck me now, right?

He trails something else over my pussy. It's warm, and wet, but not shaped like one of his fingers.

"Do you feel me, pet?" he asks.

His cock. I've never felt it bare down there. I haven't had time to get on birth control. Wild with want, I rock back into him.

"Greedy." He spanks me hard enough that I can feel my ass wobble around the plug. "You can't have that."

I keen, high and unselfconscious, as the unmistakable sound of a condom opening fills the air. A moment later, he lines himself up again, now covered.

"If you want to come," he whispers. "Tell everyone who you belong to."

He slams into me. The feeling of fullness doubles, his cock pressing against the plug in my ass, the only thing I'm wearing. I moan. All thought of disobedience melts out of me. Of course I'm his. I don't want to be anything else. "Dante," I pant.

"Better, pet." He grabs my hips and fucks me hard enough I can feel the bruises purpling my skin. "Keep going."

"I belong to you, sir." My breasts swing freely, completely exposed. I don't care.

"More."

My ruined orgasm flares back to life, teetering on the edge already after so much teasing.

"I belong to you, Dante," I moan.

He chuckles low in his throat and circles my clit. Oh, god, I'm so close.

"Dante!" I scream. "I'm yours!"

I careen over the edge into brilliant pleasure. He fucks me slowly, drawing out the aftershocks. Dante's touch gentles, and I realize something important. He's mine, too.