You were at your house waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He’s in the mafia so it’s not unusual for him to come home late. You looked at the clock, it was already 1AM. Eventually, you gave up on waiting for him and got into bed. A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and then your bedroom door creak. You feel your boyfriend get into bed beside you then snake his arm around your waist and pull you close to him.

he buried his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He was wearing one of his usual suits he had for work. His body was cold so he snuggled up close to you, trying to get warm.

He placed a kiss on your neck before speaking up. “..Hey baby.” he said quietly. His voice was slightly raspy.

He chuckled softly at your words and nibbled on your earlobe. "Sorry sweetheart, I had some things to take care of." He ran his free hand up and down your back, soothingly. "But now that I'm here, it's all better." His breath tickled against your neck as he began kissing you gently. "You know I can't resist being with you for long."

"Yes..." you moan softly, giving in to his kisses and the gentle touch of his hand. "I need you too." Your body is warming up now that he's close to you, pressing against him. You arch your back, grinding gently into his growing erection. He groans, taking advantage of your motion, pushing further inside until they're completely aligned and throbbing together.

As his thrusts grow deeper, he continues to kiss you passionately. His free hand moves to cup your breast over the fabric of your nightgown, fondling and massaging it roughly through the silk. He releases a sharp groan into your ear as sensation overwhelms him, body tense with need and desire.

He stops abruptly, his body tensing as he pulls back to look at you in surprise. "What?" He reaches down, feeling the wetness between your legs and then looks confused, realizing it's not milk after all. "Oh...my..." His eyes go wide with understanding and lust, a new hunger burning within him now. He crashes his lips back onto yours, tongue tangling with yours as he thrusts harder into you, desperate for release.

Without hesitation, he pushes your hand away, grabbing it roughly and lacing their fingers together before pulling you up the bed so that you're kneeling between his legs. His erection springs free of confinement as he guides your hand back to where it was moments ago, encouraging you to stroke him faster, harder. He closes his eyes and groans at the sensation, arching his back off the bed in pleasure.

He nearly comes at the sight of your eyes crossing as he fills your mouth with his cock. His hands grip tightly in your hair, guiding you up and down as he thrusts deeper into your throat. It's incredibly erotic for him, the combination of pain and pleasure so intense that it sends a wave of bliss coursing through his body. His hips buck wildly as he feels himself close to climax, the tight grip of your throat adding a level of depravity that only fuels the fire burning inside him. "Fuck...yeah..." he moans breathlessly, his thrusts growing more frantic with every passing second.

His fingers dig deeper into your hair as his moans become incoherent with pleasure. The sensation is almost too much to bear; the pressure of your throat combined with the heat and tightness around him make it feel like he's spiraling out of control. With a final, primal groan, he arches his back off the bed, thrusting deep into your mouth as he explodes in orgasm. His seed fills your mouth, coating your tongue and throat as he shudders with release.

He watches you, taking in the sight of your face as you struggle to swallow his cum. His eyes darken with satisfaction and a sense of ownership that borders on possession. He knows now that you're fully under his control, and he intends to take full advantage of that fact for as long as he can.

"There's no need to be so polite," he growls roughly, his voice still raspy from exertion. "You can spill it on the pillow if you need to." He runs a rough finger over your lips, tracing the line of cum that seeps from between them. "See? Just like that..."

He watches you closely, pleased with your progress as you continue to deep-throat him. "You're learning quickly," he murmurs approvingly. As he nears the brink of orgasm again, his control begins to slip. "Suck it harder..." he urges hoarsely, thrusting upward into your throat. He grips your hair tightly once more, almost painfully, as he feels himself about to explode. "That's right... suck my cock like the little whore you are..."

His words send a shudder through you, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body as he climaxes for a second time, spilling his seed down your throat and choking you with the force of it. He holds you in place until he's sure every drop has been swallowed before finally releasing you, falling back onto the bed with a

He grunts at the sound of your coughing but doesn't let up on his grip in your hair as he pulls you back down onto him, still buried deep inside your throat. "That's it," he growls roughly, "take everything I give you." He begins thrusting again, slowly at first and then with increasing speed as pleasure once more begins to take control of his senses. His hips buck wildly against yours as he comes yet again, filling your throat to the brim with his hot seed. "You're such a dirty little whore..." he groans as you struggle to breathe beneath him. "I can't wait for everyone else in the family to have a taste." His words send a shiver down your spine, making you wonder if this was all just a game to him, or if he truly intends to share you with others...

He looks down at you, his face flushed and breathing hard. He takes one final deep thrust, his body tensing as he spills the last of his seed into your waiting throat. "You're so perfect..." he whispers, sounding almost awestruck by your submission. Then he pulls out with a wet popping sound, freeing your mouth at last and rolling onto his back beside you, breathing heavily. As you lie there, panting from the exertion, his fingers idly trace patterns on your breast through the fabric of your nightgown. "Now," he says casually between heavy gasps, "you've been a very good girl tonight...but I think it's time we teach you some new tricks."

"Oh," he says with a devious grin, "you know how much I enjoy our little roleplaying sessions...tonight, let's see if you can handle being my submissive little pet." His hand slides down your body until it reaches the waistband of your underwear. With a slow, teasing motion, he pushes them down your hips, baring you to his gaze. "Now, lie back and let me show you what else I can do with my big, bad mafia cock..."

He smirks down at you as he lines up his thick cock with your slick entrance. "You're gonna feel so good around me, sweetheart," he whispers before thrusting forward in one powerful motion. Your body is taken by surprise as he fills you completely, stretching your inner walls to their limit. "Ahh... fuck yeah..." His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him as he begins a brutal rhythm, slamming into you over and over with savage intensity.

He growls in satisfaction as he feels your walls gripping him tightly, squeezing him in rhythm with his thrusts. Your clit is like a hot brand against his skin, only adding to the fiery pleasure coursing through his body. With each powerful stroke, he pushes deeper, claiming you entirely as his own.

His free hand slides between your legs, teasing and fondling your swollen clit until it's almost painful with need. "That's it..." he pants hoarsely, pushing harder into you. "Let me see how much of my cock you can take...let me feel it all the way down on my fucking balls." His hips snap forward, driving himself impossibly deeper as he strives to claim that final inch.

With one final thrust, his hips lock together with yours as he buries himself to the base inside you. "Fuck...yess..." His grip on your hip tightens as he growls out his release, filling you with hot seed. Your muscles clench around him, milking every last drop from his cock before finally releasing their hold and letting it spill freely down your leg.

He lies still for a moment, catching his breath before rolling off of you and onto his back once more. "Not bad for a beginner..." he says with a satisfied smile, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. "But I think there's room for improvement."

He grins at the request and props himself up on one elbow to get a better view. "You're right," he says, lining his hardened length with your wet entrance. "We can't waste good seed." With a forceful thrust, he buries himself inside you once more, relishing the tight heat that engulfs him. His free hand cups your breast, kneading and squeezing as he begins an even harder rhythm, claiming you back as his own personal fucktoy.

"That's it," he growls roughly. "Take all of me..." Each stroke is deep and deliberate, forcing himself deeper inside with each powerful thrust. His eyes glint in the darkness as he watches your face contort in pleasure, the knowledge that he has you so completely under his control sending waves of arousal through him.

With a final, guttural groan, he sp

He freezes for a moment as your stomach comes to mind, the bulge beneath your skin reminding him... Of course. His expression darkens as he pulls out, only to thrust back in harder, determined to reach that spot where you carry his mark. "You're mine," he growls roughly, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust deep inside you. "And I own every part of you."

His fingers dig into your hips as he pounds into you, trying to force himself through the barrier of flesh and bone until he feels his cock press against the inner surface of your belly. The knowledge that he can make you feel this way drives him wild with need, sending him spiraling towards orgasm once more.

"Fuck..." he gasps hoarsely, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as he nears the brink. "I'm gonna cum... I

give it all to you..." With a final powerful thrust, he releases his seed deep inside you, filling your womb with hot liquid and claiming you as his completely. Your body convulses beneath him, milking the last drops of pleasure from his cock before going still once more. For several long moments, neither of you move, caught in the aftermath of passion and release. "There," he finally says, sounding almost satisfied. "Now we're even." His hand trails lazily down your sweat-slicked body, cupping your sex and gently massaging until he finds a rhythm that soothes the ache left behind by his rough possession.

He looks at you with a calculating gaze. "I think it's time we see just how far this roleplaying can go..."

He grins at the suggestion. "Very well," he says, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Standing, he pulls off his suit jacket, revealing a set of handcuffs dangling from the belt loop of his slacks. He approaches you slowly, cuffs in hand.

"But first," he says darkly, reaching out to grab your wrist and snapping the cuff around it, "we need to make sure you understand your place." With practiced ease, he secures the other end of the cuff to the bedpost, pulling your body taut. "Now," he continues, running his fingers teasingly down your arm, "let's see if we can find a way for us both to enjoy this little game..."

He kneels down between your spread legs, his eyes tracing the wetness on your thighs before meeting yours again. With a slow, deliberate motion, he cups your pussy in his hands and begins to slap it gently, testing your reaction. His free hand slips underneath you to tease and caress your ass, encouraging you to arch into his touch. "How does that feel?" He asks softly, the anticipation thick in the air.

"A bit nice," you breathe out, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through you at his touch. Your body tenses expectantly, wanting more and trusting him implicitly to give it to you.

He smirks, his grip on your ass growing firmer as he takes your words as permission to continue. His hand moves faster, harder slaps ringing through the room as they sting and excite you all at once. He begins to growl with each strike, losing himself in the pleasure of bringing pain to your body and the satisfaction of knowing that it's for his amusement.

With one rough tug, he yanks open a drawer and produces several clothespins from within. He kneels between your legs once more, and before you can react, he has pinned each of your nipples tightly in his grasp. You cry out as the sensation is heightened tenfold, but the sound is cut short by another slap to your wet center. "Your body belongs to me," he growls roughly, "and I'll use it however I please."

He chuckles darkly at your request before kneeling between your legs again and reaching down to grip your labia roughly in his hand. With one swift motion, he pinches them together as hard as he can, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from you. "See?" he says, his voice cold and hard, "You like it." He pinches harder, knowing how much it hurts but unable to resist the urge to inflict pain on your body. You feel helpless and exposed beneath him, but there's a part of you that thrives on this control, this dominance.

As if reading your thoughts, he releases his grip, only to spread your labia wide with one rough push before sliding two fingers inside you. "Now," he whispers hoarsely as he begins to thrust into your aching sex, "let's see how you like that." Each stroke is deep and cruel,

He moans as he feels you tense around his fingers, your body responding despite the pain he's inflicting. The sensation is almost too much to bear; pleasure and agony entwined in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. He watches your face, fascinated by the way it contorts with each sharp gasp or moan that escapes your lips.

His free hand reaches down to cup your ass once more, slapping hard against your skin as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside you. The feel of him touching you so intimately, invading your most private spaces, sends shudders of pleasure coursing through his body and fuels the fire burning in his eyes. "You're such a good little slut," he whispers roughly, voice rough with desire. "So eager for more." With one final thrust of his fingers, he brings himself over the edge, groaning

His fingers slide roughly in and out as he lets loose his seed deep inside you, hips bucking roughly as pleasure washes over him. "You like that, don't you?" He asks, voice low and rough, as if daring you to deny the truth of his words. "You love feeling me fill you up...you love knowing I own every inch of your sweet little pussy."

Your body trembles beneath him, muscles tensing as you writhe against his fingers, desperate for release. He watches intently, taking pleasure in the knowledge that he's the one who can give it to you. "Come for me," he growls, thrusting harder. "Let daddy see how much you want it."

With a loud cry, your body tenses and releases in an explosive orgasm, milk spurting around his fingers and down your thighs as you writhe under him. "That's it," he growls, feeling possessive and triumphant at the same time. The taste of your release on his fingers only serves to heighten his arousal, fueling his desire for more.

He stands, towering over you as he unfastens the cuff from your wrist, carefully avoiding any contact with your sensitive skin. With a final glance down at your exposed body, he decides it's time to let someone else have some fun. "You rest now," he says softly, but the authority in his voice leaves no room for argument. "We'll play again soon." He turns and walks out of the room, leaving you lying there spent and sated, wondering what kind of games they will be playing next

He stands over you, the first rays of morning sunlight dancing across your exposed skin as he watches with hooded eyes. You are bound tightly to the bedposts, your body a canvas for his dark desires. He leans in close, breathing hot air onto your ear as he whispers, "Welcome back, sweetheart. It's time we had some more fun." With a swift movement, he kneels between your legs and parts them roughly with his hands before leaning down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth.

"Mmm," he moans, sucking sharply on the sensitive bud as his other hand slides up beneath your shirt. The feel of your warm skin against his palm sends shivers of desire through him and he gropes you roughly, searching for any hint of the hair at your core. "I wonder what else I'll find down there..." His free

Your words do nothing to abate the hunger in his eyes. "Good girl," he says roughly, still teasing your nipple between his lips as he reaches down to cup your sex through the cotton of your panties. "I think I know just how you can make yourself thirsty again." With a rough jerk, he yanks your underwear aside, exposing your sopping wet folds to his greedy gaze.

His other hand dips beneath the sheets, searching for something sharp and hard. Finding what he's looking for, he brings it back into view: a vibrator. "I think this will do nicely," he says with a devious grin. He turns on the toy and sets it to its highest setting before pressing it against your swollen lips, spreading them wide as the buzzing head pushes inside you.

His other hand reaches down between

His expression darkens as he watches you struggle to stay still, whining pathetically while he feeds you his cum. His cock hardens instantly at the sight of your submission and desire for more. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling back your head roughly so that he can look deep into your eyes as he continues to force-feed you his seed. "Drink it all," he growls, pushing the vibrator deeper inside you with each word. "You want more? You need this?"

Your submission only fuels his lust as he forces himself deeper, harder, relishing the helpless noises you make. The vibrator against your swollen lips teases your clit mercilessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He grins savagely, knowing that this power he has over you is intoxicating, more addictive than any drug could ever be. "That's it," he whispers roughly as your body tenses beneath him. "Let go..." And with a final thrust of his hips, he empties the rest of his seed down your throat even as you explode around his fingers. Your cries of pleasure echo through the room as he holds you tightly against him, savoring the taste of your submission on his tongue and the feel of your body wrapped around his hand.

He chuckles darkly, amused but not put off by your display. In fact, it only serves to heighten the thrill he gets from dominating you completely. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he whispers into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe. "I'm just teaching you how to let go." He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, relishing the sight of your wetness coating them before bringing them up to his lips and sucking each one clean. "Now," he says, voice rough with desire as he leans in close once more, "it's time we see what else those pretty little ears can do." He pinches one of your nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting gently as he speaks. "You're going to listen very carefully to everything I have to say from now on, understand?"

His brow furrows slightly at your hesitation, uncertainty flaring through him momentarily. "What do you need to ask?" he says warily, releasing the nipple with a pop. His grip on your hair slackens slightly as he awaits your response.

His eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, trying to gauge whether you're being honest or playing some sort of game with him. Finally, he decides it's better not to push the issue too far and focus on more important matters. "I see," is all he says before regaining his composure, "Now then, where were we?" He leans in close again, nipple already beginning to ache once more under his unyielding attention. "You'll do whatever I say from now on...won't you?"

He nods, satisfied with your answer, and begins to speak slowly and clearly. "From now on," he says, punctuating each word with another sharp tug on your nipple, "you will only respond to my name. Understood?" Your body shudders as his words wash over you, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. "You're so easy to control," he whispers appreciatively, squeezing your breast roughly before moving on to the other side and subjecting it to the same torture. "I'm going to make you into my perfect little slut...my pet." He smirks as he watches your reaction, feeling his own arousal grow stronger with each passing moment.

"Say it," he commands, squeezing harder this time. Your breath hitches as pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin. "Tell me what I want

His eyes widen in surprise but quickly regain their lustful glow as you moan and twist your hips against the cold intruder. "That's it," he growls, reaching down to grip your ass roughly, "show me how much you want it." He begins to thrust the dildo in and out of you, his movements rough but not completely without care as he watches your reactions intently. The cold against your swollen folds feels almost obscene, intensifying every sensation racing through you as he takes what he wants without apology or hesitation.

He reaches up to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it roughly back and forth as he continues to fuck you with the dildo. "You're so wet for me," he whispers hoarsely, feeling almost giddy with power at this display of submission. With each thrust, he push

Dave moans and thrusts harder into you, his hips slapping against yours as he pushes the frozen dildo deeper inside. "That's right," he grunts through gritted teeth, "you like it cold...you're my good little slut." His free hand reaches up to grope one of your sensitive breasts, squeezing roughly before pinching hard on a nipple and twisting mercilessly. The sensation sends shudders through you as pleasure mixes with pain in an almost unbearable combination that has you begging for more even as you thrash against the bed beneath him. "Daddy, please," you sob out, arching your back to meet his thrusts as best you can while he continues to violate you with the icy dildo. Your body trembles from the intensity of it all, skin flushed and slick with sweat

His voice rough with desire, he grunts, "More?" It's not a question but a challenge, as if daring you to ask for more pain. You nod frantically, eager for whatever he has in store for you. He smiles darkly, the corner of his mouth curling up into a wicked grin before he abandons the frozen dildo in favor of thrusting two fingers deep inside you instead. "How's that?" he asks almost sweetly, watching as your body convulses around his hand in response to the new invasion of sensation.

With a sharp tug, he yanks one finger free and pushes it past your lips, forcing you to take it into your mouth. You gag reflexively but don't resist as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with the relentless pounding of his hips between your legs. The

His eyes flash with lust at your request, and he knows he can't resist the challenge. Pulling his fingers free from both your mouth and sex, he quickly lines them up in front of you. "Open wide," he commands, excitement growing as you obey without hesitation. With a swift motion, he thrusts all four fingers into your mouth in one motion, pushing deep to the back of your throat.

He begins to fuck your face hard and fast, feeling the warmth of your body against his hand as he takes you to the edge over and over again. "How's that?" he rasps, voice strained with effort as he brings himself closer and closer to the brink. He can feel every muscle in your body tensing under his touch, readying for release.

With one final thrust, he comes, pouring his seed down your throat as you gag reflexively around his fingers.

His grip on your hips tightens as he feels you begin to tremble beneath him, anticipating the sensation of being filled so completely by his hand. He angles his other arm carefully and begins to push the vaginal opener deeper inside you, spreading your folds apart with a practiced touch. The feel of the cold metal against his skin only heightens the pleasure coursing through him as he watches it disappear into your wetness.

With a final thrust, he presses the opener all the way inside, opening you up wide for his taking. The sensation of being so fully exposed and vulnerable sends a shiver down your spine, making you arch your back in helpless surrender as he begins to fill you with his hardened length.

His grip on your hips tightens as he feels you begin to tremble beneath him, anticipating the sensation of being filled so completely by his hand. He angles his other arm carefully and begins to push the vaginal opener deeper inside you, spreading your folds apart with a practiced touch. The feel of the cold metal against his skin only heightens the pleasure coursing through him as he watches it disappear into your wetness. With a final thrust, he presses the opener all the way inside, opening you up wide for his taking. The sensation of being so fully exposed and vulnerable sends a shiver down your spine, making you arch your back in helpless surrender as he begins to fill you with his hardened length.

His other hand cups your breast as he thrusts deeper, feeling the cold metal of the opener slide smoothly against the sensitive walls of your sex. You moan with pleasure as he pumps his fist faster and faster, taking what he wants without mercy or restraint. Your body quakes beneath him, muscles tensing as you approach the edge once more.

With a savage growl, he speeds up even more, pushing your limits to the breaking point. His free hand reaches down between your legs, gripping your swollen clit roughly and rolling it expertly back and forth while he fucks you with his other hand. "Come for me," he rasps in your ear, voice thick with desire as he watches your body writhe beneath him.

His eyes widen with delight as you thrash beneath him, your cries echoing through the room. The sensation of you coming apart under his touch is intoxicating, and he can't help but push you harder, deeper. As you scream out your release, he flips a switch on the vibrator and brings it down to rest against your exposed clit. With a brutal thrust, he drives the opener further inside, burying his hand to the wrist as waves of electricity shoot through your body from the buzzing device.

He leans in close, breath hot on your ear, voice husky with triumph. "See what I can do to you?" His other hand slides between your legs, playing roughly with your wet folds while his fingers continue to torture and pleasure your sensitive nipples. "You're mine now."

Amused but aroused by your claim, he smirks and guides his hand closer to its target. As he positions himself, he notices the subtle tightening of your body, anticipation evident in every muscle. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes his entire hand inside you, feeling it slide effortlessly past his fingertips until only his wrist remains visible outside your wet heat. "Is that so?" he breathes against your ear before flexing his fingers, testing the limit of your insatiable appetite. Your body clenches around him in reply, urging him to push further still. The sensation has his blood pumping hot and hard, coating his length with a slick sheen as he begins to move within you, finding the perfect rhythm to send waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. "Just how much of me can you take?" he whispers roughly, rel

Your words drive him wild with desire. He thrusts deeper, harder, his hand buried to the wrist within you as he tries to prove your limits. You moan and arch your back against the mattress, urging him on as your body accepts more and more of him with each passing moment. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable crescendo, making it difficult for him to think straight.

With a final thrust, he pushes his entire arm inside you, feeling every muscle in his body tensing as he struggles not to let go and spill himself deep within your warm, tight flesh. Your walls quiver and clench around him, milking every drop of release from his aching length as he comes with a hoarse cry, burying himself completely inside you.