The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 19

~ Violet -

When Violet opened her eyes next, she was lying on the bed in their bedroom, under the covers, and wearing Damon's white shirt. She didn't remember coming back here last night. The last thing she remembered was being in the playroom with her legs chained to the bedpost and Damon was making love to her until the break of dawn.

Sheez. I must've passed out again.

Violet took a look around and saw that the room was empty. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning and Damon was probably out at work already. Violet could only wonder how he had so much energy after what went down last night. How could he function so normally while she was sore through and through and could barely stand on her own two feet?

"I'll make you come on my cock over and over again until you pass out. And when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll still feel it with every move you make..."

Violet remembered the words he said to her and a smile crept up her lips. Damon never joked about these things. When he said that he was going to fuck her silly, he really did it. Her legs and thighs were absolutely spent. Even going to the bathroom was a challenge.

I really have to be careful with what I ask for.

Even though her body was hurting right now, Violet wasn't complaining. Standing in front of the mirror, Violet took off the shirt and she could see the marks on her neck and bruises on her arms. This was a normal sight after Hurricane Damon happened. This result might appall some people, but Violet only looked fondly at those marks. These weren't done out of the intent to hurt, she thought to herself. These were done out of love.

Violet's hand went to the mark on her neck and she remembered how Damon kissed her there. Her hand then went to the bruise on her arm and she remembered his strong, firm grip on her. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she made her way into the shower. Violet turned on the hot water and the heat felt nice on her skin. Slowly and gently, she began rubbing soap on her body and she flinched when she pressed too hard on the bruises. And when Violet's hand went down her body, she flinched again as her lady part felt very sensitive.

"Ouch..." she muttered to herself.

What the hell did Damon do to me?

And then she remembered. Last night, after he made her come for the umpteenth time, Damon decided to try something new. He used one of the nipple clamps on her clit and he kept it there as he drilled into her core with his rock-hard shaft. It felt painful but also insanely pleasurable. Violet couldn't stop cumming over and over again, and that was when she passed out. Violet found herself blushing as she glanced down on her pink and swollen c**t. Instinctively, her hand went to rub the sensitive bud and shocks of electricity ran through her veins.

The hot water kept running in the background and clouds of white steam starting to fill the room. Violet's legs were parted as her fingers continue massaging her clit, forming a pit inside her stomach. She tipped her head back as another moan escaped her lips. With her eyes closed, Violet replayed the events of last night-Damon's hot and heavy breaths on her skin, the way his body moved in sync with hers, and how nice it felt to be held by his strong arms. Violet felt the buildup coming to a climax and her fingers began to rub harder. KNOCK!* KNOCK! *

Suddenly, the knocking sound on the door broke her concentration. Violet's eyes jolted open and she turned around. She found Damon standing at the doorway and her body blushed bright red.

Oh, dear. I hope he didn't see that.... "Hey," he beamed.

"Oh, hey," she tried to act cool, hiding her hands behind her back. "I thought you've gone to work already?"

"I'm about to, but I have to talk to you first,"

Damon strode into the room with a small smile playing on his face. He was already dressed in his signature three-piece suit and his hair was neatly pushed back. Violet stood in her place as Damon came closer and turned off the hot water. She was standing there naked with only the white steam covering her body. Damon's eyes darkened with l**t as he glanced down at her. Violet noticed it and it only made her braver.

"Hmm. And I thought talking is overrated?" she said playfully, taking a step closer to him.

"Violet," he said lowly.

"Yes, master?"

Damon swallowed hard, but he quickly pulled his composure.

"So, listen, there's gonna be some new rules around the house,"

More rules?

"Of course, master," she said in a seductive tone. "What is it now? I can't touch you?" she smirked and put a hand on the side of his face.

"Sweet girl, I'm being serious," he stifled a laugh and grabbed her hand that was on his cheek. Violet looked at him quizzically and waited for him to continue.

"Look, there are people out there who are... looking for an opportunity to bring us down," he explained. "But we're not gonna let that happen, okay?"

"What are you talking about?" she narrowed her eyes. "What people?"

Damon let out a sigh and cracked his neck. It was evident that this was an exhausting issue for him to talk about. But since he knew better than to keep Violet in the dark like before, he started talking.

"Ever since I came into this position, there are people who are unhappy about it and they want to change things up. Some people are trying to hack into our system and tap into our phone signals. We already put a firewall on everything, but we still have to be careful. That means you can't use your phone when you're in here. You can use the house phone, but only when it's being monitored. Do you understand?"

Violet stared at him in disbelief. "Is that really necessary?" she gaped.

"That's the rules," he shrugged. "Now until we catch those people that are trying to infiltrate our system, we gotta be extra careful,"

"Extra careful?"

"No phone calls, no emails, no communication with the outside world," he ordered. "Oh, and of course, that means you can't leave the house. Not for the time being, at least," "What?" she gaped again.

"I know, I'm sorry, but we're working on it," he said with a sad smile. "We'll find them soon,"

"How long will I have to stay here then?" she asked. "I was supposed to go visit Dylan and my mom in a few days-"

"I don't think that's possible," he shook his head quickly. "You'll need to give us at least a week,"

"A whole week?" she screeched. "Well, this feels like the pandemic all over again!"

Violet let out a frustrated groan and thrashed her head back. She couldn't imagine what life would be like without being able to use her phone for a whole week. Plus, she already missed her family so much. Now she had to wait even more time before she could go see them again.

"I'm sorry," was all that Damon could say.

Violet crossed her arms and let out a long sigh.

"What am I supposed to do being locked up here for a week?" she whined.

"Well, I can help with that," Damon said with his head cocked to the side. "I'm sure there are plenty of ways I can occupy your time,"

Violet was glaring at Damon, but he only flashed her a smirk. Suddenly and without warning, his hand reached for her neck and he pulled her closer to him. "Damon!" she squeaked.

"Whatever happened to yes, master?" he teased.

"Whatever happened to I have to go to work?" she retorted back.

"Work's just gonna have to wait," he said as his other hand went to cup her pussy. Violet instantly gasped at the contact. "Besides, I think you can use a little help,"

Damon was smirking triumphantly and Violet's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She squirmed and tried to pull away, but Damon's grip was too strong. He pushed her back until her back hit the marbled wall and Violet had no chance of escaping. Letting out a low chuckle, Damon's hand started massaging her already swollen c**t and Violet was losing her breath.

"Damon," she warned. "You're gonna get all wet!"

"No, I think that's just you," he said with a wink.

Violet couldn't win this battle. Of course, Damon saw her earlier. And of course, he had to finish what she started. Damon closed the distance between their lips as his hand continued working its magic. Violet's body melted into his touch as her willpower surrendered to his command. The next thing she knew, an explosion hit her body, starting from her lower stomach and it ran all over. She let out a scream mixed with a whimper as Damon rubbed harder, pushing her o****m further. Squirts of her juices splashed all over his hand and they trickled down to the floor. Damon let out an appreciative groan at the sight before him. He pulled his hand away and just watched her for a moment.

When Violet finally came down from her high, she thought that Damon was done, but no. He proceeded to take off his clothes and turn her body around so her chest was flushed against the glass door. Violet swallowed hard as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. The pit was building in her stomach again and her knees went weak. Her hands were planted on the glass door as she held on for support. Damon's rock-hard body was now pressed against her back and all she could see was the hot, white steam floating through the room.

Well, well, well. Something tells me it's gonna be a wild week ahead.