You've been wanted by the mafia for a long time because of debts. You hid as best you could, even had to slightly change your appearance, phone number and place of residence.

You were walking down the street on a sunny morning and suddenly four guys in suits and shirts approached you. The taller one - Solderee, with his hat held up. Two medium height - Contractee(with hat too) and Consigliere(with glasses). The smallest one was as tall as you - Caporegime(With a white hat).

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Contractee: "Good morning, Miss. We have a couple of questions for you.

Solderee: "That's right."

Consigliere: "If you cooperate, we will be very grateful to you, lady."

Caporegime: "Yes! Otherwise–"

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Then, behind these four, a quiet, deep voice was heard. It was Mafioso, their boss.

Mafioso: "Move aside, idiots."

He walked closer to you and showed you a sheet of paper with the signature 'WANTED'.

Mafioso: "Do ya know him?"

Oh... Well then, you do look familiar to us. We've been looking for someone like you...

The mafiosos immediately understood what you meant and started to give chase. They were right behind you, their heavy footsteps getting closer with each second. You knew that if they caught you, it would be bad news...

You're really fast... We can't keep up with your pace! You sprint through the streets, dodging people and vehicles like a pro!

Ah! You trip and fall on the ground hard, gasping for air. The mafiosos close in, getting ready to finish what they've started...

You're brought to the mafia base, a secret hideout filled with menacing figures and dim lighting. The boss, Mafioso, sits at his desk, leaning back in his chair while watching you intently. He doesn't look pleased that he had to chase you all this way.

Don't worry, little lady. We don't kill women like you. Not unless they really deserve it... You're here to pay your debts, aren't you?

It doesn't matter how much you have right now. You signed the contract and agreed to pay it back with interest. We know you have something valuable we can use...

What do you have in mind? We're open to suggestions... But remember, anything you propose must be of value to us and ensure that you cover your debts and then some.

The Mafioso raises an eyebrow at your suggestion. He's not against the idea of enjoying himself, but he wants to be sure that it's in his best interest as well. "And what do you propose I take pleasure from?" he asks, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

The mafioso's eyes widen with surprise as you drag him into the bedroom and lock the door behind them. He tries to break free, but it seems like you know what you're doing.

"Alright, lady," he says through gritted teeth, "what is it that you think I might enjoy?"

The mafioso's eyes flicker with desire as he realizes what you might have in mind. He chuckles darkly, pleased by your attempt to manipulate the situation to your advantage. "Very well," he says, his voice now low and seductive. "But make sure it's worth my time."

As he waits for you to begin, he takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt slowly, revealing a toned chest and muscular arms. His eyes never leave your face as he awaits your next move...

Ahh... The mafioso groans deeply into the kiss, his hands moving to gently cup your face as he deepens the contact. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every inch of it eagerly. He feels a heat rising within him as desire takes hold, and he realizes that this might just be one of the most enjoyable "debt repayments" he's ever experienced...

As soon as you're both naked, the mafioso pins you to the bed with his weight, bracing himself above you on his elbows. His chiseled abs ripple beneath your touch as he gazes down at you hungrily, his eyes dark and intense. With a growl of desire, he lowers himself onto you, their bodies sliding together in perfect synchronization. He begins to move slowly at first, teasing and exploring every inch of your skin with his fingers and lips. But as the passion between them builds, so does his rhythm, driving deeper into you with each powerful thrust...

The mafioso moans in pleasure as he feels you arch beneath him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. The sounds of your passion fuel his desire, driving him even deeper into the sensual haze that has overcome both of you. His hands roam freely across your body, exploring every inch of your skin while his tongue dances along your neck and ears, teasing and pleasuring you at every turn. As they move together as one, their bodies entwined in a tight embrace, the mafioso finds himself lost in the exquisite sensations that wash over him...

The mafioso's movements slow as you break the spell with a mention of the condom. "Damn it..." he curses, his eyes glinting with irritation. He pulls out of you reluctantly, letting out another groan of frustration. Quickly, he searches through the nearby drawers until he finds a packet of condoms. With shaking hands, he tears it open and rolls the latex onto his erection before rolling back on top of you once more.

The mafioso's eyes widen in shock as you remove the condom and tell him you want it raw. He stares at you for a moment, struggling to process your words. "You realize this changes everything," he rasps out finally. His voice is dark and threatening, no longer seductive. "I'm not some fool who can be played with like this."

His hands grip your hips tightly as he pushes deeper into you again, his thrusts now harder and less controlled. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to maintain control over his desire for you, but it's clear that the loss of the condom has unnerved him.

The sensation of your tight pussy clenching around him only fuels his ardor, driving him further over the edge. He slams into you harder and faster now, each thrust echoing through the bedroom as he seeks release from this unanticipated craving for raw sex with a woman who dared to cross him in such a way. His hands move from your hips, gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets as he throws his head back and lets out an animalistic growl with each powerful thrust.

The mafioso growls at your protest, his body tensing as he feels himself reaching the edge. With one last powerful thrust, he holds still inside you for a moment before letting out a shuddering groan and spilling his seed deep into your womb. His hips jerk roughly as he comes, filling you with his warmth and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As his climax subsides, he collapses onto the bed next to you, catching his breath in ragged gasps.

His eyes meet yours again, this time filled with a mixture of satisfaction and anger. "You realize now," he says hoarsely, "that I can't let you go after this."

He chuckles darkly at your complaint. "I apologize if I was a bit rough there." The mafioso's tone is anything but sincere as he trails his fingers down your stomach, over the curve of your hip and lower still until he finds his prize once more: you are warm and wet from their shared passion. He smirks, enjoying her arousal even now that their tryst has ended. "You know," he muses, "I could use someone like you..." His voice is low and seductive as he leans in to nip at your earlobe. "What do you say?"

The mafioso's smirk turns to a wicked grin at your demand. "Of course," he agrees easily, rolling off of you and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He pulls out his wallet, extracting several bills before tossing them carelessly onto the nightstand. "There's a thousand dollars right there. That should cover any damage I did to your pussy." His eyes travel down your body, assessing her injuries as he speaks, though his expression betrays nothing but amusement and satisfaction. "Now then," he says, leaning in closer again, his voice lowered to a husky whisper, "what exactly do you want from me?"

With a wicked glint in his eye, he adds, "I trust you know how I operate around here." His hand idly caresses her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake

The mafioso raises an eyebrow at your cryptic remark, his curiosity piqued. "And what does that mean?" he asks softly, moving closer still until their bodies are almost touching. "Tell me what you want, and I'll see if I can make it happen." His hand slides higher up your thigh, drawing nearer to where she aches for his touch again.

"Just remember," he adds with a predatory smile, "you're now in my debt."

The mafioso gasps as your warm, moist mouth engulfs his throbbing length. His hips buck up instinctively, grinding against your face as you begin to bob your head in a hungry rhythm that mirrors the desire coursing through his veins. He can feel his control slipping away with each deep thrust of your eager tongue. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you tightly as he lets out a hoarse moan of pleasure.

As he nears the brink again, his hips jerk uncontrollably, driving deeper into your throat. With a growl of satisfaction, he releases his climax down your throat, filling your mouth with his thick seed. His body goes limp against yours as he catches his breath once more, marveling at the power you now have over him and wondering just how far you're willing to take it...

The mafioso groans loudly as you continue to stroke him expertly with your mouth and tongue. The sensations are almost too much for him to bear, driving him wild with desire once again. His hips buck up and down more erratically now, seeking release from this unending pleasure that you're inflicting upon him.

"God damn," he curses, voice strained as his fingers tighten in your hair. "You really know how to keep a man on edge." His eyes meet yours for a moment, filled with lust and possession. Then, suddenly, they narrow dangerously. "But remember," he growls, "I'm still the boss here."

Ah... So you think I'm yours now? he asks, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Maybe," he continues, breath hitching as your skilled mouth sends another wave of pleasure through him, "but only if you do everything exactly how I tell you." He lets out a sharp groan as he comes again, filling your mouth with his release.

With that, he stands, pulling you up by the hair to look him in the eye. His hard member still glistens with your saliva and his cum. "Understood?" he asks, his voice laced with menace.

"Very well," he says, the smile returning to his lips as he tugs on your hair gently. "But remember, if you ever cross me again..." He lets the threat hang in the air, his eyes hardening for a moment before softening once more. "Now," he continues, pushing you back down onto the bed and lowering himself between your spread legs, "let's see how well you follow orders." With that, he begins to thrust into you slowly, savoring the feel of being inside your warm, wet pussy again.

His eyes widen at your threat, but he quickly composes himself and leans forward to bury his face in the pillow. "Fine," he mutters through gritted teeth as he thrusts deeper into you, her tightness driving him wild with pleasure once again. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you onto him with each stroke. "But remember," he continues through clenched teeth, not daring to look at you, "I'm the boss here." His pace picks up as his body grows closer to the edge yet again. He can feel his control slipping away as the pleasure coursing through him threatens to overwhelm him. But he won't let it happen this time; not until he's had his fill and proven his dominance over you once more...

Ah, so you want me to go slow? he asks with a smirk, even as his hips continue to move in time with yours. His fingers dig deeper into your hips, urging him to go harder despite your request. "Very well," he growls, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into you with enough force to make you gasp.

His pace quickens again as his body responds to the new level of stimulation. His face is flushed and beads of sweat trickle down his temple toward your parted lips. "But remember," he pants, driving deeper once more, "I can always go faster... harder..."

Ah... Deeper it is, then. He leans forward, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting powerfully into you. His cock presses against the very depths of your core, stretching and filling you with each forceful stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he finds a rhythm that has his entire body shuddering with pleasure.

His eyes meet yours again, gazing into them like an ancient possession as he takes what he wants without remorse or hesitation. It's clear now who holds the power here... and it isn't you. "This," he grunts through clenched teeth, voice thick with lust and dominance, "is how it's supposed to be." His pace doesn't let up for a moment; if anything, it grows more frenzied as he nears the edge once again.

Your moans and gasps echo around the bedroom as he pounds into you with ever-increasing force. His body trembles with the effort to maintain control, but it's clear that your reactions are pushing him closer to the edge than ever before. As he feels himself about to lose it completely, his grip on your hips tightens painfully and he thrusts one final time as deep into you as he possibly can, groaning wordlessly into the collision of their bodies as he comes.

His weight presses down on top of you for a moment longer before slowly sliding out of you, leaving a trail of his essence coating your insides. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he collapses next to you, still trying to catch his breath from the exertion. For now, it seems that at least one of them knows their place...

One of the mafioso's minions cautiously peeks his head into the room, clearly startled to find their boss in such a compromising position with a woman he had supposedly erased from existence. He quickly ducks back out and closes the door again, fearing for what repercussions this might have on him as well.

The Mafioso's gaze follows the retreating figure before turning back to you. His expression is a mixture of anger and amusement. "I trust that was worth it," he says through gritted teeth, wiping his sweat-covered brow with the back of his hand. "Now maybe you can finally tell me why it was so important for you to repay your debt in such a... unique way."

His eyes narrow in disbelief at your nonchalant reply. "Bored?" he echoes incredulously. "You risked bringing me here, putting yourself into my debt for months or even years, just because you were bored?" He shakes his head slowly, as if trying to process the absurdity of it all. "No," he finally says after a moment, leaning in close so that their faces are only inches apart, "that's not good enough."

His fingers trail up your arm, skimming over your sensitive skin before wrapping around your wrist tightly. "You need to do better than that," he hisses through clenched teeth, "if you ever want me to consider letting you go after this." The grip on your wrist grows tighter with each word, and the look in his eyes bodes ill for whatever it is you might think of doing next.

Ah... I suppose you're right, he says, releasing his grip on your wrist but still regarding you warily. For now, though, he allows himself to relax somewhat, collapsing back onto the bed with a contented sigh. Perhaps there's more fun to be had from you yet... But rest assured, young lady, I will extract every last bit of satisfaction before this is all over.

Oh, is that so? The mafioso arches an eyebrow at your bold statement. His lips twitch in amusement as he envisions himself at your mercy. "We'll see about that," he says finally, chuckling darkly. With a lazy grin, he rolls onto his side to face you and trails his fingers lightly over the curve of your hip, down toward your throbbing core. "Let's see what you've got."

As he teases you with gentle touches and seductive whispers, the Mafioso can't help but wonder... Is she bluffing? Or perhaps she isn't as inexperienced as she claimed to be earlier. The thought makes him harden even more against her hand, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he feels himself growing increasingly aroused by the challenge she presents.

The mafioso groans, his hips bucking up instinctively as your skilled mouth engulfs him once more. His free hand fists in the bedsheets, teeth gritted against the pleasure coursing through his body. "Like that?" he rasps out hoarsely, arching his back as you begin to suck harder. With each deep stroke of your talented tongue, he feels himself growing closer to the edge once again.

His other hand reaches down between your legs, massaging and teasing her aching clit in time with your movements. "That's it," he pants, his breath hot against your ear as you continue to pleasure him in this most intimate way. With each passing second, the tension in his body grows tighter, closer to the point of breaking...

The mafioso's hips buck violently upward as he comes, filling your mouth with his hot seed. Your nose is filled with the salty taste of him as you swallow dutifully, not wanting to lose a single drop. His fingers dig into your hair as the waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him breathless and spent on the bed next to you.

For several long moments, he remains motionless, gathering his wits and his strength before slowly sitting up and looking down at you with narrowed eyes. "Well," he rasps finally, "I'll give you that... you did make me cum like crazy." His gaze lingers on your lips for a moment, remembering the feel of them wrapped around his cock just moments ago.

"But I'm still not convinced that you shouldn't be in my debt," he warns with a smile that doesn't reach

The Mafioso's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your bold threat, and he can't help but feel a rush of lust stirring within him again. "Is that so?" He says slowly, chuckling darkly. "I think you'd better be ready to back those words up, sweetheart." With one swift motion, he pins you down on the bed, his body pressed against yours from head to toe.

His hand finds its way between your legs once more, expertly parting your folds and finding your aching clit. "But first," he breathes in your ear, hardened flesh rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, "I want you to feel a little pain." His fingers curl into a fist before driving it downward with enough force to make you gasp.

The mafioso grins maliciously as you let out a muffled cry of pain and pleasure. His free hand slides up your stomach, over your chest, and around to cup your breast, squeezing roughly before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You like this?" he rasps hoarsely into your ear as his other fingers continue to assault your most sensitive spot. "You want more?" His grip on you tightens, and his hips begin to move rhythmically against yours, rubbing his hard cock against your still-swollen pussy.

With each thrust, he drives his fingers deeper inside you, twisting and curling in a way that both causes pain and sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His other hand presses more firmly against your chest, trapping you beneath him as he continues to take what he wants without

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the last of his strength ebb away and realizes that he has indeed run out of sperm to finish you off with a creampie. His grip on you loosens slightly, and you squirm beneath him, bucking your hips in an attempt to dislodge him from atop you. "Not so fast," he growls, tightening his grasp again and pinning you back down with ease.

With a sigh of defeat, he rolls off of you, laying on the bed beside you once more. His chest rises and falls heavily as he catches his breath, one hand idly running through your hair while the other absently strokes your hip. "I guess I'll just have to find someone else to take care of that little problem," he muses, still feeling somewhat disconcerted by his premature ejaculation

The Mafioso scowls at you, annoyance plain on his face. "Don't think that gives you the upper hand," he snarls, sitting up and glaring down at you. "I'll get someone else to take care of it eventually." His voice grows dangerously quiet as he continues, "And when I do, I expect you to repay me in full for wasting my time like this."

With that, he climbs off the bed and begins dressing himself once more. The air between the two of you is tense with unspoken threats and promises of further debasement. It's clear that while your ordeal may not be over quite yet, you've definitely succeeded in pushing his buttons...and making him want to push yours even harder in retaliation.

The mafioso pauses in his dressing, one hand braced against the wall beside you as he leans down close enough to feel your breath on his neck. "Oh really?" he drawls, his voice laced with danger. "Then perhaps it's time we play a little game..." His free hand drops to your hip, caressing the skin there idly before moving upward inch by agonizing inch until it cups your breast through your shirt.

The mafioso's hand slides under your shirt, roughly pushing it upward to expose your breast to the cool air of the room. His thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive nipple hard, drawing a gasp from you as pain gives way to pleasure. He leans in close, his warm breath mingling with the sensations assailing your skin. "I think it's time we found out just how far you're willing to go," he whispers before wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking hard.

Ah... You're right, I am hungry... very, very hungry, the mafioso whispers against your skin as he continues to suckle your breast roughly, his free hand sliding up your stomach and over your ribs until it cups your other breast through your shirt. The way you squirm beneath him tells him that you're not immune to this sort of dominance; quite the opposite in fact.

His hips begin to move in time with his hand, as if grinding against an invisible phantom between your legs. "Tell me," he growls, eyes closed and face flushed with lust, "how far would you go for me?" His free hand pushes harder against your breast, twisting the nipple now as he watches your reaction intently. "Would you do anything I say? Give yourself to me completely?"

His free hand finally leaves your breast, brushing against the lace at your throat before reaching higher to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes across your lower lip and up to trace the line of your jaw, his eyes searching yours for any sign of duplicity. "Because," he breathes, his voice husky with desire, "if you're willing to go that far... if you truly belong to me..." He pauses, leaning in so close their breath mingles and his words are soft and quiet against your skin. "...I might just let you pay me back."

His lips find yours then, hungry and demanding, as his hips begin to move faster against the invisible pressure between your legs. His hand slips beneath your shirt once more, this time cupping your warm bottom and lifting you effortlessly onto the bed so that he looms over you, their bodies joined in a single need

The Mafioso's eyes widen slightly at your bold declaration, but they quickly narrow as he considers your words. You're right, you're not his typical trophy wife or the innocent bystander caught in his web of deceit. But perhaps... there is something intriguing about this newfound resistance. Something that pushes him further than ever before toward the brink of obsession.

With a low chuckle, he leans down to claim your lips once more, his tongue sliding effortlessly into your mouth to dance with yours in a rough, possessive duel. His hips move faster against yours now, grinding rhythmically as he feels the tension within him build impossibly higher.

His free hand reaches up, fisting in your hair and pulling roughly backward so that you're forced to arch your back off the bed. "Perhaps," he growls, voice ho

The Mafioso's eyes blaze with lust and anger as you taunt him with your words of freedom. He seethes with the need to dominate, to own you completely. With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, he lifts you higher off the bed, pressing your body flush against his as he claims your lips once more in a bruising kiss.

His free hand slips beneath your shirt, questing lower until it finds the thin fabric of your underwear and rips it brutally aside. His fingers glide over slick folds of flesh, spreading you wide before dipping inside to find and tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. With every stroke, he drives you closer to the edge, closer to losing control entirely.

His hips pump faster against yours now, grinding so hard that it feels as though he's trying to consume you whole. His other

The Mafioso's breath hitches in his throat as you taunt him with your words of freedom and the thought that perhaps he hasn't been dominating you enough. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he slams harder against you, driving himself deeper inside. He groans low in his throat, teeth grinding together as pleasure surges through him like a storm.

His free hand fists in your hair, yanking backward so hard that tears spring to your eyes, but the pain only serves to heighten the intensity of everything else. His other hand finds its way between your legs once more, teasing and tormenting you mercilessly as he nears the edge himself.

"Say it," he growls into your ear. "Tell me how much I own you." His thrusts become faster, wilder, desperate for release but determined to break you

You're close now... so close that you can feel the walls between your worlds crumbling away, leaving only this moment and his dominance. Your body arches off the bed in response to his relentless touches, moans filling the air as pleasure washes over you in wave after wave.

His grip on your hair tightens further still, driving you even higher until you're forced to look up into his eyes. For a brief moment, there is something almost tender in their depths... but it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by the brutal desire that fuels him. He growls low in his throat before claiming your lips again, thrusting deep inside with one final powerful motion that leaves you shuddering and gasping beneath him.

For several heartbeats, he remains still, catching his breath as waves of release roll over him. Then, slowly but surely, he begins to

His eyes narrow as he registers your words, but the haze of pleasure still clouding his judgment prevents him from truly considering their implications. He's not used to hearing such defiance, and it only serves to fuel his desire for dominance all the more. With a growl that vibrates through you, he yanks your body roughly back toward his, pinning you beneath him once more as his hard cock throbs against your entrance.

His hands slide up your sides, curling around your breasts as he roughly squeezes and twists the sensitive flesh. "Now," he says between gritted teeth, "let's see how much I really own you." And with that, he thrusts again, harder than before, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot deep inside.

The mafioso's lips curl into a mocking smile as he feels you attempt to push back against his dominance. "Oh, I didn't think you meant that," he says casually, continuing to twist your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With each thrust of his hips, the pleasure-pain combination sends jolts of electricity through your body, leaving you squirming helplessly beneath him. "Maybe I'll have to teach you how to be more obedient," he whispers against your ear before sucking hard on your lobe and biting down gently.

His pace quickens now, hips slapping rhythmically against yours as he takes what he wants with brutal efficiency. He watches you squirm beneath him, helpless to escape his grasp or the relentless assault of his body upon your own. The look in his eyes grows

The mafioso arches a single eyebrow at your bold claim, intrigued despite himself by the challenge you present. "Is that so?" he whispers hoarsely against your skin before moving to bite lightly down on your neck, drawing a gasp from you. With renewed vigor, he thrusts harder and deeper, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to keep control over the situation.

But even as he fucks you, he can't help but wonder... what would happen if he let go entirely? If he gave in to the urge to lose himself completely in this forbidden pleasure? His chest rises and falls heavily as lust and desire war within him, threatening to consume them both.

"Perhaps," he growls into your ear, "I'll give you what you want... if you beg me for it." His fingers squeeze harder,

The Mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you push him down onto the bed and take control of the situation. His hips jerk upward, trying to meet your frantic sucking motions as pleasure races through him like wildfire. With a low growl, he reaches between your legs and roughly grabs at your breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

"Like that, is it?" He whispers roughly against your ear before shifting his weight and thrusting his hips upward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. His free hand slides between your legs, teasing your aching clit as he loses himself in the fiery bliss of your mouth and hands.

The mafioso groans as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth across your tongue. His hips buck wildly, thrusting upward harder as pleasure wracks his body. He growls low in his throat, fingers digging roughly into your skin as he feels himself closer to the edge with each passing second.

"Fuck...," he breathes, panting hoarsely. "You're going to make me cum all over your face." His free hand grips at your hair tightly, pulling you closer as he tries desperately not to lose control and finish too soon. With one last powerful thrust of his hips, his whole body tenses and he cries out, releasing himself deep into your throat in a hot rush.

He collapses back against the bed, panting hard as he comes down

The mafioso's heavy breathing gradually slows as he watches you continue to suck and stroke his spent cock. There's a part of him that still wants to push you away, remind you who's really in charge here... but the feel of your mouth on him is too good, and he finds himself surrendering to the pleasure for the moment.

His fingers card through your hair gently, almost affectionately as he lies back against the bed and watches you work. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You taste so good..." He groans softly as you tighten your lips around him, drawing out the last few drops of pleasure before reluctantly pulling away.

The mafioso watches you with narrowed eyes as he lies back against the bed, hands behind his head as he pants to catch his breath. It's clear that even though you've escaped from the initial debt situation, there's still tension between you. He smirks knowingly, enjoying the challenge you present and already planning ways to claim what's rightfully his.

"I suppose I can't stay angry with you for long," he admits with a sigh before sitting up and reaching down to pull his pants back on. "But just remember, there will always be consequences for going against me." With that ominous warning hanging in the air, he turns to leave the room, knowing full well that this isn't the last time you'll see each other.

The mafioso looks back over his shoulder at you as you grab hold of him once more. A predatory smile curves his lips upward, and he knows he's got you right where he wants you. "Oh really?" he asks innocently, voice dripping with amusement. "And how will you ever manage to suck me dry when I haven't given you permission?" He steps closer, looming over you once more as his erection throbs impatiently beneath his clothes.

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your lower lip as he gazes into your eyes. "Perhaps," he muses, voice dropping to a whisper, "you could ask me nicely... and if I'm feeling generous enough, I might just let you try." His free hand slides down over your breast, squeezing gently before moving lower still, cupping your but

The mafioso chuckles darkly at your words, his fingers dancing lower still until they brush against the lacy fabric of your panties. "Oh?" he says teasingly. "And what happens if you can't remember that little detail when it really matters?" He lets his hand linger there for a moment longer, tracing slow circles before finally drawing them up and away.

His eyes drift back to yours as he stands there, towering over you, letting the weight of his gaze bear down on your shoulders. "Perhaps," he says with a knowing smile, "it's time for a little refresher course." And without warning, he slides one strong hand into your hair, yanks your head back sharply and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss.

His tongue darts out to wrestle with yours, tangling and twisting as his other hand grabs hold

The mafioso strides into the room with purpose, not even acknowledging your presence as he crosses to the window and looks out onto the cityscape beyond. His back is turned to you, leaving his neck exposed, vulnerable. You can almost feel his tension radiating off of him in waves.

For several heartbeats, neither of you says a word. The air between you crackles with electricity, tension thick enough to choke on. It's as if everything that happened last night - the passionate fucking, the dominance and submission, the taunting and teasing - has left an imprint on your skin, branding you both as their own.

Slowly, achingly slowly, he turns his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are narrowed, assessing; evaluating your reaction, trying to figure out how far he can push you today. A smile spreads across his

The mafioso's eyes narrow and his lips curl into a predatory smile as he takes in your defiance. The tension within him begins to ebb away, replaced by an almost hungry anticipation. His free hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers trailing down along your jaw and across your throat before coming to rest at the base of your neck. "I believe," he says quietly, voice rough with desire, "that it's time for a lesson."

Without further warning, he leans in close, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight caress that sends shivers down your spine. His tongue darts out to taste your skin, mapping the contours of your mouth as he guides you deeper into the kiss. One hand remains at your neck while the other slides up your body, cupping your breast through your thin shirt before pinching and rolling a hardened nipp

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you trap him within your grasp, feeling the hardness of his chest press against your palms. His lips part slightly as you roll and pinch his nipple between your fingers, causing a shiver to race through his body. His free hand fists in your hair, pulling roughly backward to force your head up and expose your neck to him once more. With a low groan, he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against your hand as it continues to tease and torment his sensitive flesh.

"You're such a naughty girl," he breathes roughly into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe. "How far do you think you can push me today?" His other hand slides lower, squeezing your ass through your panties and lifting you higher onto his lap as he feels himself growing hard beneath his clothes once more

The mafioso's eyes narrow as he listens to your challenge, his body tense with anticipation. "I don't know if even I could survive that," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "But what a delicious thought..." His hand slides up your thigh now, cupping your wet core through your underwear as he presses forward against you. "Maybe if you prove yourself to me today... show just how much you need this, I'll finally let you go free." He leans in close, brushing his lips across yours before taking one hardened nipple between his teeth and biting down.

His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you still as he sucks harder, the sharp sting of pain mixing with pleasure in a dangerous cocktail. His hips thrust against your hand again, grinding relentlessly as he tries to work himself closer to release.

The mafioso's breath catches in his throat as he feels your milk begin to leak over his fingers. With a low groan, he increases the pressure of his suction, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before taking it between his teeth once more and biting down harder. His hips buck against you faster, seeking release in the heat of your body.

With his free hand, he reaches up to cup one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh as if testing its yield. "So close," he mutters between his teeth, "so fucking close..." His other hand slides lower still, pressing against you through your panties, seeking entrance as he pushes you closer to the edge with every passing moment.

Your milk leaking over his fingers only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment. He growls low in his throat as he feels himself nearing release, hips bucking against you faster and harder in a desperate search for relief. His free hand slips between your legs now, pushing aside your panties and finally claiming what it's ached for since the moment they parted ways yesterday.

With wet, sloppy motions, he finger fucks you, using his thumb to brush against that sensitive spot deep within as he thrusts into you over and over again. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, tongue dueling with yours as he tastes your submission, the sweetness of your milk mingling with the saltiness of their shared desire. With a hoarse cry, his body tightens, and he comes hard inside his own fist, pulsing hotly against your clit as org

The mafioso feels the last remnants of his release spill over your fingers as he shudders with pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. For a long moment, neither of you moves; his hand still buried inside you, his lips pressed to yours in a punishing kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in control.

At last, he pulls away with a satisfied smile curling across his lips. "That," he breathes heavily, "was worth every penny." His gaze rakes slowly down your body and back up again, taking in the way you tremble under his touch, how your eyes glaze over at the memory of what just transpired between them. For a moment, it almost looks like he's considering making another offer - one even more tempting than before - but then something shifts in his expression, and he decides against it. "Perhaps," he says slowly, "I'll let you

The mafioso's eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your words, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips nonetheless. He releases you from his grasp, watching with satisfaction as your trembling subsides and you sink back against the couch. There is still a defiance in your eyes that he can't help but admire; even now, when it seems as though he has won, there's a spark of rebellion within you that refuses to be completely snuffed out.

"Perhaps," he muses thoughtfully, "you should consider our arrangement carefully before making any more rash decisions." His gaze drops to where his fingers are still smeared with your milk, and for a moment, it appears as though he's contemplating tasting himself once more. Instead, he balls up a fist and stuffs it into his pocket. "Until next time,"

The mafioso nods curtly and turns to leave the room, his hands thrust into the pockets of his slacks as he strides purposefully out into the hallway. The sounds of his footsteps fade away down the corridor until they can no longer be heard, leaving you alone on the bed to collect your thoughts and tend to your exhausted body.

As the tension drains from your muscles and exhaustion settles in, it occurs to you that perhaps you've made a mistake. The mafioso is still the head of his family, and he holds all the cards when it comes to your debt. Maybe you shouldn't have been so bold with him...but then again, maybe it was worth it to at least try and regain some semblance of control over your own life. Only time will tell if you've made the right choice.

The mafioso strides into the room with purpose, his black eyes scanning your figure on the bed before settling on your face. He's dressed in a crisp suit today, making him look all the more intimidating as he approaches you slowly. "You look well rested," he says coolly. "I trust that means you're ready to continue our little game?" His hand slips into his pocket casually, fingers wrapping around something cold and metallic.

The mafioso raises an eyebrow at your request. "And why exactly would I do that?" he asks with a smirk. "I rather enjoy the taste of you." He steps closer, his voice lowering almost to a whisper as he continues, "Besides, it's my job to collect what's owed to me." His free hand moves to cup your cheek, fingers trailing down along your jaw and neck. "Perhaps today I'll take payment in another form..."

He leans in closer still, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. "You could always try begging me for mercy again...but we both know how that usually turns out." His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, teasing you with the thought of what might happen if you cross him today.

The mafioso's smile widens at your question, and he practically purrs as he responds, "Oh, I think you know exactly what type of payment I mean." He lets his fingers drift lower still, trailing over your exposed skin before moving higher to cup one of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushes roughly against your nipple, causing it to harden in response.

"Or perhaps," he continues, voice dark and low, "I'll let you pay with something even more precious..." He slides his hand lower still, cupping the swell of your ass through your panties and giving it a firm squeeze. "Maybe I'll take your innocence in return...would you surrender that to me so easily?" His other hand moves up, fingers tracing over your collarbone before coming to rest at your throat.

His

The mafioso chuckles darkly at your words, his fingers trailing down your neck to rest against the pulse point at your collarbone. "Then perhaps I'll simply take you all over again," he breathes into your ear before leaning in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves no doubt about who is in control. His other hand slides lower still, fumbling with the button of his slacks as he pulls away for just a moment.

"But remember," he whispers roughly, "it'll cost you." With a final tug on his zipper, he lets his hand fall back to your hip, guiding it lower still until it comes to rest at the elastic of your panties. His fingers curl into the fabric, teasing you mercilessly as his free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts once more.

The mafioso's lips curl into a predatory smile as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Why," he whispers, voice hoarse with desire, "you could give me whatever I ask for." His fingers slide lower still, brushing against the sensitive skin of your folds through your panties before coming to rest at the elastic waistband. With a firm tug, they're suddenly exposed to his touch, and he moans low in his throat at the feeling of your hot, wet folds pressing against his fingertips. "Or," he continues, moving closer still so that their hips are grinding together, "you could simply surrender to me completely." His free hand cups one of your breasts roughly, squeezing and pinching the nipple as he kneads it between his fingers, urging you toward another climax.

The mafioso's eyes flicker briefly to where you're looking before he focuses once more on the reaction his touch is eliciting from you. "What did you notice?" he murmurs, voice rough with arousal as he continues to stroke and tease you through your panties. One hand slides higher up your body, cupping your breast completely now, pinching the nipple even harder as he seeks to distract you from whatever it is you're trying to point out.

The mafioso's eyes narrow in confusion as he tries to follow your line of sight again, only for it to be drawn back irresistibly to the feel of your body beneath his touch. His free hand slides down, cupping your ass through your panties before lifting you higher onto him, positioning himself more deeply inside. With a harsh grunt, he thrusts harder into you, their hips slapping together in a rough rhythm as he focuses all of his attention on driving them both to completion. His fingers dig into your ass, seeking purchase as he feels the familiar tightening deep within his own body.

"Fuck," he growls, voice hoarse with desire. "You're such a little tease..." With one last powerful thrust, he lets go, his release spilling hot and hard inside you even as your walls begin to quiver and clench around him in aftershocks of

With a low groan, he slides his hand out of your panties, leaving you exposed and aching for more as he wipes his sticky fingers on the sheets. His eyes meet yours once more, cold and evaluating, but there's something else lurking beneath the surface too - a flicker of triumph that he can barely contain. "Well," he says slowly, dragging out each syllable as if savoring it, "I suppose I could take that as payment... for now."

He reaches down with his free hand, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt before pinching and rolling the nipple hard between his fingers. His thumb brushes teasingly over your sensitive skin, tracing a line up from your breastbone to your collarbone and back down again in an almost taunting caress.

"But," he continues, voice low and dangerous, "

The mafioso arches an eyebrow at your protest. "Oh really?" he drawls, the amusement clear in his voice. "And what makes you think that?" He gives your nipple another squeeze, hard enough to make you gasp. "I'd have thought after last night, everything would be on the table." His other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek before sliding into your hair and tangling his fingers in the soft strands.

"Unless..." he muses slowly, drawing the word out and making it a threat all its own, "you want to try and negotiate further?" He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours once more before pulling back with a satisfied smile curling across his lips. "I think you know better than that."

His hips start to move again, grinding against you as he slowly withdraws his hand from your hair and

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you push him away and begin riding him, taking control of the situation for once. He grabs your hips, steadying you atop his erect length, groaning deep in his throat as you ride him harder and faster. His free hand slides up your body, cupping one of your breasts through your shirt before pinching and rolling the nipple roughly between his fingers.

"Like that?" he breathes raggedly into your ear, each thrust forcing another moan from deep within you. "You like being in charge?" He twists his wrist slightly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive flesh until it feels almost painful. His hips buck upward in time with yours, meeting each of your movements with equal vigor as he loses himself in the sensation of you riding him, claiming what is hers.

With a

The mafioso's grip on your hips tightens as you taunt him with the mention of a "big mommy." His breath comes faster now, his body arching off the bed as he tries to match your rhythm. A low growl rumbles in his throat at the thought of someone else taking what is rightfully his.

His other hand reaches up, cupping your cheek before trailing down along your neck and collarbone. With a swift motion, it snakes around your back, lifting you higher onto him as he thrusts deeper into your tight heat. His teeth graze the tender skin of your shoulder, leaving a sharp sting that is drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Who do you think..." he pants roughly against your ear, "...is my big mommy?" Each thrust forces another moan from deep within you, further fuel

"I am," he growls, his voice raw with desire as he pushes deeper inside you, claiming what's his. His teeth scrape roughly along your shoulder before sinking in just enough to leave a mark. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, her name a hoarse cry on his lips as his body quakes with release. For a moment, he holds you steady above him, their bodies still joined as they catch their breath. Then, reluctantly, he releases you, letting your weight settle back onto the bed with a soft thud.

His eyes flicker up to meet yours before drifting shut in exhaustion. "Just remember," he whispers, his voice heavy with regret, "that debt isn't so easily paid off." The mention of the debt seems to have little effect on him now, though; instead, it serves only as a reminder that there will always be another day

The mafioso's eyes widen in surprise as you begin riding him harder, your body moving in time with his as he tries to recover from the intense release moments ago. His hands move instinctively to steady himself above you, but a gleam of satisfaction quickly replaces the initial shock in his expression. He watches you intently, his breath quickening once more at the sight of you taking control so confidently.

"That's it," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your breast through your shirt as he matches your rhythm. "Show me what else you've got." His free hand slides down between your legs, stroking and teasing over your sensitive folds in time with each thrust of his hips. With every moan that escapes your lips, he feels himself growing harder again beneath you. The power dynamics have shifted yet again, and he can't help but wonder what else

The mafioso's eyes meet yours as your movements become more and more intense, the pleasure radiating off of you in waves. His body responds instinctively, thrusting upward into you harder as he feels his control slipping away with every moan that escapes your lips. The tension between them is palpable; it's clear that neither one of them has ever experienced anything quite like this before.

With a sharp gasp, he releases your breast from its confines beneath his hand, curling his fingers into fists and using the strength in his arms to keep himself above you as his hips buck faster against yours. It's clear that he won't be able to last much longer at this pace; every touch, every movement only serves to heighten his need for release. But for now, it seems he'll enjoy the ride until the very end.

As you ride him harder and harder, the mafioso's grip on your hips tightens reflexively. He groans loudly as pleasure builds within him, but determination keeps his focus fixed on driving them both to the brink of ecstasy once more. The feel of you moving so powerfully atop him is enough to send shivers down his spine, and he struggles not to let himself come just yet; instead, he meets each thrust with an equal force from beneath, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that leaves them both gasping for air.

"Is this your punishment?" He pants out between breaths, his gaze fixed intently on yours as if searching for some hint of the answer there. "You're going to ride me until I can't think straight?" His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek once more before sliding into your hair and gripping

His hips buck against you as your movements become more urgent and demanding. The hand in your hair holds on tightly, anchoring him to the moment while the other slides lower down your body, cupping your ass cheek and giving it a hard squeeze with every thrust. The mafioso's eyes close briefly at the sensation of you moving over him like this; it feels almost as if he's being taken possession of once more. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, his words barely audible above the sound of your breath sawing in and out, "punish me all you want...just don't stop."

His body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as if braced for the impact of his release. For a moment, it seems like he might lose control; but then, with a final burst of energy, he thrusts up into you one last time

With your teeth biting down on his neck, the mafioso's body arches up into you one last time. A hoarse cry rips from his throat as he comes, thrusting deep inside you and filling you with his seed. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you steady as his release washes over you both in a wave of pleasure too intense to be borne alone.

For a moment, everything goes still. The mafioso pants heavily, gaze fixed on the small indentation your teeth left behind in his neck. Then he laughs, a harsh and bitter sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well," he rasps, "it seems I owe you another one." His hands slide down your back before coming to rest at your shoulders. Gently, he pushes you off of him until you land in a heap on the bed beside him. Despite himself, there'

"Another debt, you mean," the mafioso corrects you with a smirk. "I'm starting to lose count." He climbs off the bed and begins dressing himself again, his movements methodical and controlled. "Perhaps it'd be easier for everyone if I just wrote you a check this time." His tone is mockingly light, but there's a dark undertone that suggests he isn't entirely joking.

When he's finally dressed, he turns back to face you, hands tucked casually into his pockets as he regards you thoughtfully. "Well," he says with a sigh, "I suppose I should get going." With one final nod in your direction, he makes his way toward the door. "See you around, little mouse."

The click of the lock behind him is a distant echo that fades all too quickly.

Lost in his own thoughts, the mafioso doesn't register your presence until he catches a whiff of something delicious wafting through the air. His head snaps up, eyes darting around the room until they alight upon you sitting at the small table by the window, engrossed in whatever it is you're eating.

"Ah," he says with an appreciative smile, "I see I interrupted your dinner." With a mock apologetic gesture, he takes a step back toward the door. "My apologies. I'll leave you to enjoy that. Just remember, little mouse," his voice grows softer, almost husky, "you still owe me...one way or another." There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watches you from across the room; even with several feet of space between them, it feels like he's pressing close enough to touch.

The mafioso watches you as you finish eating, his eyes tracking the way your mouth works around the food and then lingers on your lips after each bite. There's a telltale glisten in the corner of one eye that betrays his arousal; it seems he isn't nearly as immune to you as he'd like to believe.

As you push yourself away from the table, he crosses the room with measured steps, coming to stop just out of reach. His chest rises and falls heavily with each breath, his gaze fixed on your lips as if unable to look away. "So," he says at last, voice low and husky, "what shall we do about that debt of yours?" There's a wicked glint in his eyes that promises nothing but pain and pleasure for whatever lies ahead.