* Warning *
* Gun play is involved in the following scene *
After being ignored for the entire ride despite my constant questioning, we stop in an abandoned car park. I don't recognise this area.
Huh? I'm lost...
Cole makes sure the car door is locked, then presses a button to make the passenger seat drop back so it's laying horizontally flat.
Ok, now I'm really lost...
"Come here, piccola." he commands.
I sit there frozen, speechless that he was actually being serious.
"Now, gattina." [kitten] he demands.
I gulp and comply reluctantly. I slide over to the passenger seat and go to sit down. I yelp quietly when I'm abruptly pulled from the cold leather to his warm lap.
"If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, tell me or say red and I'll stop. Do you understand?" he sternly questions.
I nod.
Slap.
My stinging ass turns into a painful pleasure and I resist the urge to moan.
"Answer me."
"Yes. I understand."
Slap.
"Yes what?"
Huh?
Slap.
"Yes. What?" sounding more authoritative this time.
"Yes, sir." I reply, sounding more like a question than an answer.
"Good girl."
"I'm going to pull your trousers and underwear down. Is that ok?"
I nod.
"Yes... sir"
He hums in satisfaction and does just that.
I have never, never, let a man touch me innocently, let alone like this. Not in six years. Yet with Cole, he excites me. This gives me a thrill like I've never felt before, and it doesn't scare me. Which scares me.
"I'm going to spank you 5 times, and I want you to count each one. When I'm finished, you will thank me, yes?"
"Mhm."
Slap. But this time, it's harder and I slightly yelp.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. As your punishment, you've gained an extra 5."
Without warning, his hand comes down and I lightly scream, a moan following shortly after.
"One, sir."
Slap.
"Two, sir."
Slap.
*
Slap.
"Ten, sir!" I scream, the painful pleasure consuming me.
I can feel my arousal pooling and I blush, not that he can see with me in this position.
"Thank you, sir."
"Good girl, gattina. I'm proud of you." he praises, soothingly rubbing my red cheeks.
I sigh in content, relaxing into the sensation. Cole slowly slides a finger down my slit, my wetness coating his fingers.
"Hmmm... Well, well, well. What do we have here Miss Clarke?" he inquires amused by my body's reaction to him.
My response is a whimper as he begins to rub my clit is small, tight circles, gradually building the momentum until I'm a wailing mess.
"Don't. You. Dare." he demands, sensing how close I am.
I'm literally on the edge.
"Please. Please let me cum, sir." I cry out, unable to hold on anymore.
"Now why would I do that, hmm?" he asks, amused by my current state.
Cole's pace becomes faster and I feel like I'm about to burst.
"Please, sir! I'll do anything!" I scream.
"Now that I can work with." he hums.
"You may cum."
Crying out in pure ecstasy, I do just that. I cum the hardest I ever have in my life, and I forgot how good it feels to be pleasured by a man that knows what he's doing. Or in my case, a God.
He pulls me up and firmly yet gently grabs my throat and pulls me into a passionate kiss. Cole immediately dominates the kiss. His tongue grazes my bottom lip, asking for entry which I gladly give to him. Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss and I moan into it.
God, where has this man been all my life?
As Cole pulls away -much to my dismay- he bites my lower lip, firmly tugging and pulling at it.
"Ready to pay your fee?" he pants centimetres away from my lips, both of us out of breath from the intense kiss.
"Yes, sir." I breathe out.
He pulls out a gun out from his blazer and I act surprised, as if I didn't know Mr-Mafia-Man carries a gun with him.
"Why do you have a gun?" I ask, faking concern.
Cole cups my face and kisses me lightly.
"For protection. Your don't need to worry." he gently responds.
Yeah, protection against other mafia's. I roll my eyes at his statement, only to have his hand come down on my ass once again.
"Bad girl."
"Ride my gun. Don't cum unless I allow you too. And don't you dare break eye contact." he demands, and my eyes widen in fear and excitement.
"Your gun? What if it goes off?" I can see the safety is on, but he doesn't know I know about guns, and I gotta keep up the façade.
"The safety's on. Don't worry. Unless, of course, you'd rather ride my fingers or thigh with a knife to your throat." he smirks.
I quickly position myself onto the gun and begin riding it. Cole moves the barrel of the gun to my clit and I moan quietly. He quickens his momentum and my moans become louder. My eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Just as I'm on the edge, he stops and removes the gun. I whimper in response as he studies me, an amused look still plastered on his face.
"Patience, amore."
Cole leans the seat back so he's laying down on his back.
"Come ride my face, gattina."
I eagerly comply, wanting my release, and ride his face. Cole grabs my thighs and pulls me down so I'm practically suffocating him.
His tongue expertly swirls around my clit as though he's known my body his whole life. He sucks on it, making me scream and double over. My hands clutch to the headrest so hard, I'm sure I could rip it.
"Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!" I scream, the pleasure shooting through my body like fire.
Cole's tongue darts into my hole, pumping in and out of me and I'm close, mere minutes after my last.
"Please, please sir. Can I cum?!" I beg, screaming as he roughly sucks my clit.
I throw my head back in pleasure.
"No." his answer is stern, leaving no room for argument and I'm forced to hold on even longer.
"Ahhh! Please, sir! Please!" I continue to beg as he slams two fingers inside me and pumps them in and out at an inhumane pace.
"Beg for it." he smirks, licking my juices from his lips.
"Please sir. Let me cum for you. Please!" I plead, my pleasure dying to be released.
"Cum."
And again, I do. Harder than last time. The pleasure overwhelms me and I collapse on top of him.
"You did so well, piccola. I'm very pleased." he lulls softly, stroking my hair comfortingly.
Pleased.. Wait...
"Can I suc-"
"No." he interrupts.
"This was all about you. I'll be fine, amore."
"But I feel bad." I protest.
Cole sits me up, placing me on his lap, and cups my face with one hand, the other resting on my waist.
"I'll be ok, gattina. Lo prometto." [I promise.]
I sigh in content, masking the fact that him speaking Italian is making me horny again. He leans to the backseat and grabs a gym bag, pulling out a water bottle and a towel. He dampens the towel with the water and gently cleans me up. I go to pull away thinking of all the sweaty germs that must be absorbed in it.
"Relax. It's a clean towel." he whispers, as though reading me thoughts.
"Come on. Let's get you and snack and get you back to work." he softly says, bringing the two seats back up.
I nod in agreement as he hands me the bottle of water. I take it graciously and finish the whole thing as Cole sets off towards Dominico Winery. Then it hits me. I just let a mafia man touch me, please me, and I loved it.
Oh, no.
What have I done?