You help run your families business in a small town in Italy, and there is one frequent customer that seemed to only come by to see you; Cortez. Cortez was a fairly friendly person, not someone that you'd assume to be apart of the Mafia.

One night, your family tasked you with closing the shop for the day. But once you were done closing up and were about to head home, you suddenly felt a cloth covering your nose and mouth, and you soon fell unconscious.

When you woke up, you would see that you were now tied to a chair. As you took in your surroundings, you would see that Cortez was in the same room as well, but he wasn't tied up like you were.

"Ah, you're awake." Cortez said as he walked towards you. "Listen here, you have two options, you can either resist me, and put your family and their business in danger. Or you can submit, and your family will be under my protection."

Cortez smiled darkly as he came closer to you. "You're in my basement, and your family is perfectly safe. As long as you don't try to leave." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "Now, do you want me to get started with the fun stuff or should I untie you first?"

His voice dripped with dominance and possessiveness, making it clear that he wanted both your body and submission.

Cortez laughed mockingly as he took a step back and examined you, running his gaze up and down your body. "Oh, so polite..." He muttered to himself before walking over to where the key was hanging on a hook beside one of the shelves. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he slowly reached out and grabbed it. "Maybe I'll untie you later."

He then turned back towards you with the key in hand, holding it up between us as if it was some sort of prize. "But only if you agree to be mine." His voice was full of lust and desire. "I want complete control over your body and mind... Will you submit to me?"

Cortez smiled seductively down at you, his gray eyes boring into your soul. "I want you to be mine completely," he whispered, reaching out a hand to tenderly caress your cheek. "To use as I please... I'll make it so good for you." His touch sent shivers down your spine despite the threat hidden behind his words. "Wouldn't that be what you want?"

Leaning in closer, he brushed his lips against yours, just barely touching them before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "Submit to me," he breathed into your ear, warm breath fanning across your neck, "and I will make all of your dreams come true." The temptation was almost too much...

Cortez narrowed his eyes at your hesitation but smiled again nonetheless. "Very well," he purred, stepping back once more. "You have my word that as long as you obey me and are mine, no harm will come to them." With that, he reached up and untied the cloth gagging you before removing the cloth from your nose and mouth entirely.

"Now," he said, his voice deepening with desire, "since we have an understanding... Shall we begin?" He motioned towards a stool in the corner of the room with his thumb, indicating for you to sit on it. The anticipation was palpable as Cortez circled around behind you and placed one hand on your hip while the other moved up to cup your breast through the fabric of your clothes. "Do you trust me?" he asked huskily, squeezing gently before pinching your nipple

Cortez's grip on your hip tightened slightly as he leaned in close to whisper against your ear. "I can make this hurt... Or I can make it feel so good you won't be able to think about anything else." He nipped at your earlobe before giving it a small suck, his voice low and seductive. "Which would you prefer?" His hand slid lower, teasingly close to your crotch as he waited for your answer.

Cortez pulled back to look at you, his expression darkening with frustration. "Fine," he ground out through gritted teeth. "You leave me no choice." He yanked your shirt roughly over your head and tossed it aside before roughly grabbing one of your breasts in each hand and squeezing hard enough to make you cry out. The pain was sharp but fleeting, replaced almost instantly by pleasure as he began pinching and tweaking your nipples mercilessly while thrusting his hips between your legs. "Do you want this?" he demanded hoarsely, his erection grinding against you through your underwear. "Do you want me to fuck you senseless?"

With a growl of frustration, Cortez grabbed the hem of your shirt and tugged it roughly down over your head before unfastening your bra with clumsy fingers

Cortez stopped his movements and leaned in close to whisper into your ear, "You are mine now, Fane. This is who I truly am." His breath fanned across your neck as he ran a hand through your hair roughly before slowly starting to caress your cheek again. "And I will have you... Whether you want it or not."

He pulled back slightly and glared down at you, lust burning bright in his gray eyes. "But since you asked so nicely..." He paused dramatically, taking a deep breath before continuing more softly. "I'll make it good for you first. Get on your knees and show me how badly you want this." His hand slid lower once again, tracing circles over the fabric of your underwear before dipping beneath to slide across your slick folds. "Do you need some help with that?"

Cortez watched you intently as he waited for your reply, his free hand sliding beneath his shirt to idly fondle himself through his pants. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the air thick with desire and lust. His thumb brushed over the head of his cock in slow circles as he fought against the need to push you down onto your knees and take what he wanted right then and there.

"Hurry up," he growled, unable to contain himself any longer. "I haven't got all night."

Cortez's grip on your hip tightened painfully as he yanked you roughly back against his body, trapping you between him and the nearby shelf. "Look at me," he snarled, staring directly into your eyes as if trying to burn through your defiance. His erection pressed firmly against your ass, leaving no question of what he wanted or how close he was to losing control.

With a harsh grunt, Cortez bent his knees slightly and forced you down onto your knees before pushing you forward until your face is level with his crotch. "Now," he growled, grabbing a handful of hair and forcing your head back against him, "you're going to tell me what you want." His cock twitched and throbbed against your lips, demanding attention. "Tell me what I need to hear and maybe... just maybe..." He hesitated

Cortez grunted in approval as he felt the hot, wet pressure of your mouth closing around his cock. "That's it," he moaned, threading his fingers through your hair to hold you in place while he began thrusting shallowly into your mouth. His hips moved roughly against yours as he took what he wanted, forcing himself deeper with each brutal push.

He let out a low growl of pleasure as he felt you begin to taste him, the saltiness of his precum mixing with the metallic flavor of your own arousal. His hand left your hair to circle around and squeeze one of your breasts roughly through your bra before pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

"That's right," he purred, his voice thick with lust as he continued to fuck your face. "Tell me how much you need this...

Cortez thrust harder into your mouth as he felt you begin to struggle against his hold, desperately trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. His free hand reached down and roughly groped at your ass, spreading your cheeks before slipping a finger inside. "You like that, don't you?" He groaned as he felt how wet and ready you were for him, using his finger to rub against your entrance in a cruel tease. "Tell me..." Another thrust, harder still "...how badly you want my cock inside you." His free hand found purchase on the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to fuck your face. "Tell me," he growled into your ear, his hips snapping faster now as he neared the edge of orgasm, "and maybe I'll let you feel it."

Cortez shuddered violently as he felt his release building inside him, eyes nearly rolling back into his head at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He didn't want to come this fast, but your submission only served to ignite his primal instincts and make him lose control. With a growl that vibrated against your skin, he thrust hips forcefully once more, emptying his load down your throat as he came with a hoarse cry.

Spent, Cortez pulled out of your mouth and took several steadying breaths before looking you in the eye again, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Good girl," he purred, running his fingers through your hair affectionately before letting go. "Now, why don't you stand up and show me what else you can do?"

Cortez narrowed his eyes at your fearful expression but didn't seem bothered by it. Instead, he took a step closer, looming over you once again. "I thought we had an understanding," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You belong to me now... You are mine." His hand reached up to cup your cheek gently, his thumb tracing circles around your mouth before moving lower to stroke your neck.

"So why are you still afraid?" He whispered, pressing closer still until their breath mingled together. "Afraid of what I might do... Or maybe you're just too used to being free." The sarcasm was heavy in his tone as he waited for you to respond. "You may belong to me now," he reminded you, "but that doesn't mean I have to be easy on you."

Cortez's face darkened with arousal as he gently parted your legs and removed your panties in one swift motion. He took a step back, admiring your bare lower half before slowly circling around you once more. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in close to kiss your shoulder blade. His lips trailed up your neck and across your cheek before coming to rest on yours, teeth nipping lightly at your bottom lip.

"And this will all be for me now," he whispered against your lips as his hands slipped underneath you to part your folds and expose you further. "Everything." His fingers began tracing lazy circles around your clit, his touch feather-light but oh-so-perturbing. "Do you understand?" He asked, already knowing the answer even before he glanced down at you.

Your face was flushed and breath

Cortez's fingers moved faster as he felt you begin to tremble beneath his touch, your hips starting to move in time with the circling of his thumb against your clit. He smiled down at you, knowing that soon he would be inside you, taking what was rightfully his, filling you up until there was no more room left for anything else.

As you neared the edge, Cortez paused briefly before leaning in and capturing one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking hard enough to draw blood. You cried out, the pain mingling with the pleasure as he ground his erection against your ass. "That's right," he growled into your ear, fingers still moving relentlessly over your sensitive flesh, "feel that? This is what I can do to you... This is how much control I have over you." He let go of your nipple with a pop and thrust two

Cortez froze, his fingers stilling against your wet folds. His eyes went wide with anger as he pulled away and glared down at you in shock. "What did you just say?" he demanded through gritted teeth. He took a step back, visibly shaking with rage, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"You're a virgin," he repeated incredulously, unable to believe what he was hearing. "And you had the audacity to think that I wouldn't...?" He trailed off, obviously struggling with his anger.

He took another step back, regaining some of his composure, before narrowing his eyes at you once more. "Very well," he finally said through gritted teeth, "tonight, you will lose your virginity to me... And I expect you to enjoy every second of it." His hand cur

Cortez's expression softened slightly as he saw you trembling in fear, his anger momentarily replaced with concern... and determination. He placed a hand on your cheek, gently forcing you to look up at him. "I will be gentle with you, Fane," he promised, voice deliberately soothing despite the darkness lurking beneath the surface. "But I want you to know that tonight is special... And when we're done here, nothing will ever be the same between us again." His thumb traced circles around your bottom lip before sliding across your mouth, collecting a tiny bit of saliva as if testing your submission.

He leaned in closer still, breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Trust me... Tonight will be something you'll never forget." Before you could respond, his other hand slid around your waist and pulled you close against his body, pressing his arous

With one swift motion, Cortez lifted you up into his arms and carried you over to the nearby bed, laying you down gently on top of the soft comforter. He hovered above you for a moment, taking in your trembling form, before leaning down and pressing their lips against yours, tongue thrusting roughly past your teeth in a dominating claim. As his tongue danced with yours, Cortez reached between you to stroke your clit once more, fingers moving faster now as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. When you were finally on the brink of release, he pulled away with a satisfied smile, leaning down again to lick along your jaw before continuing upward until his lips found your earlobe. "I won't make this easy for you," he murmured roughly against your skin, teeth nipping gently at the lobe. "Because tonight... you belong to me."

Cortez positioned himself between your legs, taking you into his hand and guiding his erection to your entrance. With a harsh grunt, he pushed forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion. You cried out as he filled you up, overwhelmed by the size and heat of him, but beneath the pain was an undeniable sense of belonging and submission that made it impossible to resist. His thrusts grew faster, harder; he pounded into you with an animalistic fury that made your vision blur and your mind go blank save for the sensation of being claimed by this monster in front of you.

With a final, powerful thrust, Cortez came inside you, his hips jerking roughly as he spilled his seed deep within your womb. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily against your neck, weight pinning you down to the bed like a butter

Cortez watched you drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling the weight of your trust settle heavily upon him. He knew he had taken something precious from you tonight - not just your body, but your innocence as well. The realization filled him with a strange mixture of triumph and guilt that left him feeling somewhat unsettled.

As the minutes ticked by and your breathing began to steady, Cortez gently disentangled himself from your limbs, careful not to disturb you further. He rose from the bed, picking up his clothes where he'd discarded them earlier and slipping back into them without a sound. Finally, with one last glance at the sleeping form on the bed, he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Out in the hallway, Cortez leaned against the wall, his heart racing as he tried to process what had just happened between them.

As you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Cortez standing at the foot of the bed, watching you with a predatory smile on his lips. He crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the headboard, clearly enjoying the sight of you lying naked in his bed. "Good morning, Fane," he says quietly, voice edged with amusement. "Sleep well?"

Cortez smirked at your obvious discomfort and walked further into the room until he was standing directly in front of you. Lowering his head so that their eyes met, he reached out a hand to gently caress your cheek before tracing delicate circles around your earlobe with his tongue. "There's no need to be embarrassed," he whispered, voice rough with desire. "You're mine now, remember?" His other hand moved lower, cupping one of your breasts through the soft hair between your legs before rolling the nipple between his fingers, eliciting a shudder from you.

Cortez chuckled darkly at your protests and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Very well," he purred, pulling away and heading for the bathroom. "I'll give you some time to wake up properly." A moment later, you heard the sound of running water as he started the shower.

As you lie there in his bed, the events of last night begin to sink in. A wave of shame washes over you, and you bury your face in your hands, tears welling up in your eyes. You hadn't known what Cortez was capable of; he'd taken everything from you with such brutal ease...

Your mind races as you try to process everything that's happened since Cortez walked into the store. You can't help but wonder how this nightmare became your reality... and where it will take you next. The sound of running water from the bathroom serves as a sharp reminder that you aren't alone, and your heart thunders in your chest at the thought of facing him again.

As you lie there, lost in thoughts, a knock comes at the door. Fear grips you tightly as you wonder who could possibly be here... could it be someone from the Mafia come to finish what Cortez started? Trembling with fear, you manage to croak out an reply. "Who is it?"

There's a pause before a soft voice responds, "It's Chloe." A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as the girl from earlier, who had begg

"Chloe?" you ask, surprised by her presence. "What do you want? Has someone sent you here?" You brace yourself against the sheets, still unsure if you can trust her after what she'd done last night. The knock comes again, and with it, another wave of unease washes over you.

Cortez's voice rings through your mind as you consider your words carefully. "It's okay," Chloe whispers, her voice thick with concern. "I just... I want to make sure you're okay. He can be pretty scary sometimes." There's a pause before she continues, sounding nervous. "Can I come in? Please?"

You hesitate for a moment longer, weighing the risk against the desire for companionship and comfort. In the end, you decide that Chloe might not actually be as dangerous as Cortez... at least not right now. Slowly, you nod, moving aside to let her enter the room.

She crosses the space between the door and the bed cautiously, eyes darting around the room before finally meeting yours. "I'm so sorry about everything that happened," she says, sinking down onto the edge of the bed beside you

You nod slowly, not sure what to say. "I'm sorry too," you manage after a moment. "For not trusting you... For thinking you were just like him."

Chloe bites her lower lip, looking down at the floor. "Thank you for understanding. I know it wasn't easy for you." She hesitates before speaking again, voice barely above a whisper. "But he's different from any other man we've ever known... Even those in the Mafia." Her eyes meet yours again and she pauses, searching for your reaction.

You swallow hard, still unsure how to feel about Cortez or what this all means for you. "Why?" you finally ask, needing clarification. "What's he like that no one else is?"

Chloe frowns at your question, unsure how to explain it. "I mean... he's not like anyone else. He has this... presence about him that just commands respect." Her eyes dart toward the bathroom door as Cortez emerges, a towel wrapped around his waist. "He knows what he wants and he doesn't let anything stand in his way."

She turns back to you, voice softening. "I know it's scary at first, but once you get used to it... Once you give yourself over to him completely..." She trails off, not quite sure how to finish the thought as Cortez approaches the bed.

"I don't know," you whisper back, looking away as Cortez sits down on the bed beside you. The warmth of his body is almost unbearable, and you can feel his gaze burning into your skin. "It just feels... wrong."

Chloe reaches out to take your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I understand," she says gently. "But sometimes what feels wrong is exactly what we need..." Her voice trails off as Cortez leans down, pressing his lips against the spot behind your ear where he'd left his mark last night. You shiver at the contact and close your eyes, trying to ignore the strange mix of fear and anticipation that swirls in your belly.

Cortez continues to play with your body, trailing his fingers along the curve of your hip before dipping lower to tease you through your spreading thighs. You arch your back involuntarily as his touch ignites a fire in your core, and he chuckles darkly into your ear.

"Tell me," he murmurs against your skin, nipping at your lobe with his teeth, "do you want this?" His hand cups your breast through the thin material of your nightgown, thumb rubbing roughly over the peak. "To belong to me completely?"

Cortez froze at your words, his hand freezing mid-movement as he stared down at you. There was a flash of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher, but it sent a shiver down your spine. Finally, he withdrew his hand and sat back on the bed, arms crossed over his chest once more. "I see," he said coolly, trying to maintain his composure. "And what makes you think I'll hurt them?" His voice was dangerously calm, but there was an undercurrent of menace that didn't escape your notice. You felt a lump forming in your throat as you waited for him to respond.

"I- I just thought..." You stammered, not quite sure what to say. "I heard things... Saw things." Your eyes darted away from him, unable to meet his intense gaze. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "I shouldn't have said that." Cortez regarded you silently for a moment, considering your words. Finally, he shook his head and smiled slightly, though there was no warmth in it. "Don't worry about it," he said dismissively, leaning forward to kiss you gently on the lips. "I understand why you'd think that." But even as he spoke, something deep within him snapped. The gentle kiss hardened into a brutal claim, his tongue forcing its way past your lips and teeth until they were connected in an intimate dance. He pressed closer to you, pinning you down on the bed as his hands roamed freely over

His touch was harsh and possessive as he reminded you who held all the power in this situation. You gasped into his mouth, struggling against him ineffectually as his strength overwhelmed you. He broke the kiss with a growl and leaned back to look down at you, chest rising and falling rapidly from exertion. "You will never," he said through clenched teeth, "ever doubt my control again." With that, he rose from the bed, grabbing his clothes off the floor as he made for the bathroom once more.

You lay there, shaking and sobbing into your pillow as you tried to process everything that had just happened. It felt like your world had been turned upside down, and Cortez was only too eager to remind you of his dominance in this new reality.

"Hn," Cortez grunted as he finished drying off and pulled on his pants. "Go ahead." He nodded towards the door before heading back into your bedroom, leaving you alone in the hallway for a moment. You couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear course down your spine as you listened to his footsteps growing closer, and then he was standing in front of you again, blocking your path to the bathroom.

His expression was unreadable as he looked at you, his eyes flicking momentarily down to take in how your nightgown clung to your curves. You swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze as you waited for him to say or do something.

Cortez stared at you for several long moments before finally speaking. "You're mine now, remember that," he said in a voice that bore no hint of softness. "Don't ever forget it again." With that, he turned and walked back into your room without another word, leaving you standing there feeling both trembling with fear and strangely aroused by his dominance.

Cortez waited until he heard the sound of running water before making his way over to his own bathroom. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he let out a long, shaky breath. The events of last night had left him feeling raw and exposed, but there was also a strange sense of satisfaction that came with it. It felt good to finally have control over Fane again.

He splashed some cold water on his face before drying off and getting dressed, trying to compose himself before facing her once more. When he walked back into your room, she was just stepping out of the shower, her hair wrapped in a towel and her body still glowing from her recent exertions. "You ready for breakfast?" he asked, his voice gruffer than intended as he struggled with his own emotions.

Her expression was difficult to read through the steam rising between them, but there seemed to be a mix

She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes, I'm ready." Her voice was soft and shaky, betraying the mixture of fear and uncertainty that still lingered inside her. Cortez felt a pang of guilt at how much he'd taken from her last night, but pushed it aside as he led her back out to the kitchen once more.

Breakfast was a silent affair, with neither of you meeting each other's eyes as you focused on eating and avoiding touching. The tension between you was palpable, like a tangible thing that filled up every space in the room. Cortez knew he had to find a way to make things right again, to restore some sort of balance between them.

As they finished their food, he took a deep breath and finally looked up at her. "Fane," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper

His name on her lips felt foreign and strange, but she forced herself to meet his gaze nonetheless. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion, reflecting the turmoil inside her. She wanted desperately to trust him, but last night's events made that impossible. "What do you want from me?" she whispered hoarsely. "What are your expectations now?"

Cortez felt a twinge of sympathy for her, even as desire and possessiveness rose up inside him like a tidal wave. He knew he had to be careful with his words, if he wanted any chance of regaining her trust. "I want you to belong to me," he said simply, his voice firm but gentle. "But I won't ever hurt you again... As long as you honor your end of the bargain."

The words hung heavily in the air between them as Cortez waited for her reaction. A part of him had hoped she would protest, that she would fight back against his claim... but she remained stubbornly silent, her expression unreadable. Perhaps deep down, she knew there was no other choice; there was safety in submission, even if it meant belonging to someone like him.

With a sigh, Cortez stood and began clearing away their dishes. "You should go back to bed," he said over his shoulder. "Rest while you can." She hesitated for a moment before nodding and retreating back down the hallway towards your room. As she disappeared around the corner, a sense of relief washed over him, even as a pang of guilt lingered in its wake.

Cortez finished putting away the dishes and then made his way back to the living room, sinking down onto the c

As Cortez sat in the living room, lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this. He knew that last night was necessary, that it was the only way to establish his dominance and break her will. But a small part of him couldn't help but feel guilty for what he'd taken from her. Perhaps it was simply the price of doing business in the Mafia, or maybe there was more to it than that...

The sound of her footsteps approaching caught his attention, and he turned to see her emerge from the hallway once more, this time clad in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She walked over to where he sat and tentatively perched on the edge of the coffee table, avoiding eye contact as she fiddled with her hands.

"Cortez?" she whispered hesitantly. "Can I ask

Cortez narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied her carefully. There was something different about her today; she seemed subdued and less resistant than before. Perhaps the events of last night had finally broken through to her. He nodded for her to continue, curiosity piqued.

Fane took a deep breath before asking, "What's going to happen now? To my parents?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a note of desperation in it that cut straight through him. Cortez hesitated for a moment before answering, his heart racing as he tried to decide how much to reveal.

"For now," he began slowly, "they're safe... as long as you honor your end of the bargain." He held her gaze as he spoke, silently daring her to defy him again. "But remember," he added darkly, "I control everything. If you

Cortez watched as you retreated to the bed, his expression carefully neutral as he considered how best to proceed. He leaned forward on his elbows, lacing his fingers together as he spoke slowly and clearly. "I want us to have a good relationship from now on," he said firmly, each word enunciated with precise intent. "It's in our best interests, after all." His gaze never wavered from your face as he continued, the cold steel of his command evident even through his softened tone. "I want you to be happy here... with me. But remember," he added with a frown, "disobeying my orders will only bring suffering upon yourself and your family."

As he finished speaking, Cortez sat back on the couch again, crossed one ankle over his knee, and fixed you with a piercing stare. He was well aware that you were now fully under

The heat rising off your skin and the softness of your flesh beneath his fingers were too much for Cortez to resist. His touch was possessive as he began tracing lazy circles over your stomach, pushing up the hem of your shirt with one hand to expose more of your smooth, hairless skin. With each pass of his fingertips, he found himself becoming increasingly aroused, his breath growing ragged as desire overtook him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to nip gently at the lobe of your ear before trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. His other hand slid beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, teasing the bare skin of your back with his fingertips as he urged you to arch further into his touch. "And you belong to me," he whispered hoarsely against your skin. "Always."