The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 86

~ Violet ~

-- ONE MONTH LATER

"You still have your safe word?"

Violet's lips twitched into a challenging smile. "Like I'm gonna need it," she said.

Damon stifled out a chuckle. Violet stood in front of the bed in the playroom, slightly shaking her head as she shot a half-hearted glare in his direction. It was Christmas Eve and the couple had just gone back from a dinner party at the Mayor's Office. Violet couldn't wait to get home and finally enjoy Damon all for herself.

Violet was wearing a little black dress with thin straps loosely resting on her shoulders. As she ran her hands over the dress, smoothing it against her skin, she felt Damon behind her, firmly gripping her waist. Violet's heart quickened, feeling his breath on her neck. Tiny moans escaped her as she was enveloped by his touch. Gentle kisses along her neck had her instantly leaning into him, her body responding to his affection. Violet's dress loosened as Damon zipped it down. For more free novels, visit FindNovel.net Turned around, her chin in his hand, Violet stared into his eyes while he smiled. It didn't take long for him to put her in this state, claiming her, demanding without words. He had been and was many things to Violet in life: a lover, partner, friend, devil, savior, and support. But not tonight. Tonight, in moments like this, moments where he held her in the palm of his hand, directing her every whim, consuming all aspects of her mind, he was only one thing. Her master

And she wanted nothing more than to be his. His good girl. His good wife.

Damon let out a smile as she slowly fell under his control. Violet didn't want control. She wanted his touch, his direction, his stern commands pushing her to and fro. Through discipline, pleasure, pain, love, torment, teasing, and anything else his wondrous mind came up with, she happily submitted. With her head in his hands, as well as her trust, she simply fell into that control.

Leaning down, removing her from the trance she was in, Damon kissed her deeply, forcing a moan from her lips. All through dinner and the ride home, Violet's legs were shifting and rubbing together. The subtle ache in her core never left her mind. As soon as they entered the playroom, her panties were soaked.

Damon, however, was rarely predictable, instead of leading her by the hand to the bed, he placed both her hands on the wall. There were shackles on the wall and he was quick to chain her wrists up above her head. Pushing against her, his lips then traced the side of her neck. Violet leaned into Damon for support, whimpering from his teasing.

Moving to her ear, he whispered in that deep, melodic voice of his. "Do you want to c*m, baby girl?"

Not looking back, barely able to breathe let alone talk, Violet nodded. Damon responded by planting a hot kiss on her neck. She expected the dress to come off next, but he simply left. Scowling, her body was screaming in need. Violet glanced over her shoulder. Not daring to move, she saw him casually moving about the room, giving no indication of returning anytime soon.

Violet let out a protesting groan, but Damon shot her a quick warning look. He was standing by the desk, looking for something. After a few minutes, he finally returned. Standing tall behind her, his hands began exploring her in all the ways she loved, forcing tiny involuntary noises to escape her.

Once again, his breath hot in her ear, he whispered, "Do you want to cum, baby girl?"

Violet once again nodded, whimpering softly as he slowly slid off her heels. He gave a gentle pat on her a*s, and her every thought focused on the ache between her legs. Violet shifted back and forth, nylons thighs rubbing together, wanting nothing more than to be bent over that wall and f****d.

Damon knew what she wanted and he gave it to her. His hands went to her pantyhose, ever so slowly sliding them down her legs. Delicately, Damon ran his hands up her bare skin, evoking shivers out of her body.

A kiss on the cheek, a loving spank on her a*s, and her heart thumped in her chest. His wonderful hands rubbed and gripped her all over, she was sinking into his touch as she moaned. Damon's fingers then found her panties, completely soaked from the evening. He rubbed her gently, and each stroke forced a whimper from her lips.

"Do you want to cum, baby girl?"

Violet growled, slightly throwing a tantrum as she leaned against him, her head resting on his chest. But still, he didn't move. He didn't relent. He simply waited for her answer.

A frustrated, sassy sigh escaped her, pouting as she nodded once more, whining at him with abandon. All it got her was a chuckle. He was now kissing her cheek as he slowly slid the wet panties down her legs. And soon enough, his fingers returned to her c**t, robbing her of her sass. Her whimpers changed to loud, desperate moans. She pushed into him, aching to be played with. To be touched. To cum.

But once again, he pulled away. Damon simply smiled, patting her a*s once more before departing, leaving her hot, bothered, aching, and pouting. Violet gripped the wall hard, growling, and needing something to vent her frustration on.

"You can use that safeword anytime," he challenged.

Violet didn't say a word. And finally, he returned to press against her. His lips landed on her neck, a hand was on her breast as the other hand slowly circled her clit. Violet could only melt into him, desperate for his touch. Warmth was spreading all over her body. "Do you want to c*m, baby girl?"

Violet groaned, knowing Damon knew the answer to that question.

"Ask for it,"

Violet couldn't deny it any longer. She turned her face to him and said, "Please make me c*m,"

Letting out a smirk, Damon started unzipping her dress. The thin straps slowly fell off her shoulders, the light material sliding down her body, and pooling around her feet. Violet's hands were gripping the shackles firmly, for emotional as well as physical support. Damon's fingers soon found her nipples, rolling them back and forth. Violet's mind was a foggy mess of arousal, pulled in so many directions, wanting so many things. Yet, as he once again patted her a*s lovingly, she was given none of them. Violet whimpered with every touch. The excitement coursing through her was all consuming, devouring her every thought.

I need him.

"Please!" she begged.

Damon responded by showing her a plug. A bejeweled sparkly end glittering in the light. Violet swallowed hard. He pressed it to her lips and she stuck her tongue out.

Life was never predictable with Damon, and tonight was no different. Damon's hand firmly gripped her hair, pulling back her head as he calmly pushed the plug inside her little a*****e, feeling it slide into place. Violet felt it with every shift, moaning as his hands returned to her nipples and pússy.

With his fingers rubbing circles on her clit, Damon slid his shaft between her legs, gliding against the wetness she could no longer control. Violet shook with need, wishing it was inside of her. Satisfied that his good girl was exactly where he wanted her, Damon finally granted her wish.

A hand clamped over her mouth as he pushed inside of her, stifling the excited scream of finally being filled. Violet was unable to keep calm or quiet. She moaned loudly against his palm as he pushed in and out of her. His fingers were never relenting, always teasing and playing with her c**t.

"Cum for me, sweet girl,"

She didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid up her torso, gripping her throat as she came, catching her while she collapsed into him. Her legs quivered uncontrollably, barely able to support herself. She came hard around his length and the plug in her a*s. Soundlessly, she came. And came. And came. Wave after wave washed over her, crushing every part of her body.

For a split second, Violet thought about using the safeword. But then again, she'd rather lose consciousness than to lose any second of this moment. Violet groaned as he pushed deeper inside her, crushing her body to his, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She leaned back, searching for his lips, and softly moaning into his mouth as she found them.

Violet kissed him hard and deep. Damon let out an appreciative groan. And soon enough, his groans got louder and louder. The next thing she knew, she felt the hot cúm shooting out of his thick shaft. Still holding tightly to him, she moaned through each final thrust, as if he was pushing the cúm as deep as it would go.

Exhausted and spent, they both held onto the shackles for support, entwined and smiling. Damon spread cute little kisses all over her neck and back, calling her his good girl over and over.

Violet moaned with satisfaction as she leaned against him, feeling his shaft slide out of her. His cúm began to drip down her legs. The plug was still a constant reminder in her a*s as she shifted back and forth. Pushing gently on her lower back, Damon positioned herself again for him. She was bent down and giggling, wiggling her a*s back and forth like a happy target.

*SMACK! *

Her a*s was met by his large hand, leaving a redness on her cheek. Giggles turned to moans as he spanked them out of her. Her hunger was returning, aching for more and more.

I want him. I want him so bad.

"Not gonna say it?" he challenged, then waited for a few seconds before saying, "Fine,"

And just like that, the plug in her a*s was replaced by his shaft. His strong hands rubbed and gripped every part of her. She wanted nothing more than this moment. Her hands held tightly onto the shackles as she moaned loudly with each stinging spank on her a*s. And for the second time that night, she basked in ecstasy for being his.

"Merry Christmas, Violet," he said into her ear. "I love you, sweet girl,"

- Damon -

Last night was something special.

Damon hadn't slept this well in a long time and last night had something to do with that. After the Christmas Eve dinner party, he and Violet had a private party of their own in the playroom. Needless to say, by the time they were done, none of them could move. Damon didn't wake up once during the night, and the next thing he knew, it was already daylight outside. He pried his eyes open to see Violet standing in front of him. For a split second, he thought he was dreaming.

"Good morning, Damon," she said. In her hand was a small gold box with a red bow.

"What's this?" he croaked.

"It's your gift,"

"I thought all the gifts were under the tree?"

"This one's special,"

Damon looked up at her quizzically. Meanwhile, she just stood there, smiling from ear to ear. Slowly, he took the box from her and pulled the ribbon apart. Then he opened the box and his eyes widened at the sight. "What?!" he gaped, looking up at her. "Are you serious...?"

Inside the box was a pregnancy test and it was positive. Violet smiled and nodded her head.

"Our lives are about to get even crazier now," she said.

It took Damon a moment to finally gather himself. He really thought this was a dream. But after looking up and down at the box and at Violet for several times, he knew this was real.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, jumping off the bed to hug her.

Damon held her for as long as he could. His chest was exploding with so much joy, he didn't think this was possible.

"Hey, Damon," she muttered as her face was pressed against his chest.

"Hm?"

"I love you more than all the stars in the sky,"

Damon's breath was caught in his throat. 'Stars'. That was her safeword. And she loves him more than all the stars in the sky. Which means that she must love him a whole damn lot. "Damon?" she gaped, her hands reaching for his face. "You're... crying?"

Damon couldn't hold back the tears. They fell involuntarily. He could only sigh as he pressed his forehead against her, leaning for support.

"I never knew if a God existed in this world until today," he said. "Because this, here, right now, you're the literal definition of heaven on earth,"

There were moments in life when saying the words 'I love you' weren't enough anymore. This was one of those moments. So instead of saying it, he came closer and closed the distance between their bodies. I love you. With all my heart and soul. Only you. Always.