Page 52 of Seduced By the Mafia Don

"No one else has the privilege of touching you like this." I strike again, then maintain contact. Grasping her waistband, I lower her pants. "Except me."

She moans with a complexity befitting her artistic nature. I detect nervousness beneath the predominant hunger, excitement, need... to be claimed, to be mine.

"Tell me who you belong to," I demand.

"You seem different," she whispers.

I pull her pants down, trapping her thighs together, framing her underwear where evidence of her arousal makes me increasingly feral. My desire reaches painful heights.

"I am." I press my hand against her sex, eliciting sounds that threaten my control. "You've been waiting for this moment. To be claimed by me. To become mine. As desperately as I've been waiting to claim you."

"Yes." She gasps as I caress her through the delicate fabric.

"Then tell me."

"I belong to you."

"Your skin has bloomed beautifully," I observe, kneeling behind her. I kiss her sumptuous body, savoring her shivers. I kiss the area I spanked, then carefully lower her underwear.

When I see her soaked sex, I nearly lose it. Yet I have to remember she's a virgin. Beyond that, I'm exercising restraint... with my city, with my painter. I pull her panties down until they tangle with her pants.

"You’re going to do what your Don says," I state firmly.

She glances over her shoulder. "Is that so?"

"Indeed—you're going to wait until I tell you to cream for me."

I grasp her ass with both hands, bringing my face to her center. She pitches forward, reclining on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. I hungrily caress her as I trace my tongue along her folds, tasting her essence, then circling her entrance teasingly.

"All my life," I groan between attentions, "I never craved control. Never aspired to become a Don. I accepted the mantle from necessity."

"N-Nico," she whimpers, beginning to tremble as if approaching climax.

"Now I understand the desire to possess someone completely. No one else is ever going to see you quiver like this, hear these precious moans..."

I explore her entrance with my tongue while simultaneously attending to her clit with my thumb, beginning with gentle pressure. The combination clearly overwhelms my perfect painter; her moans become breathless and urgent like they did when I brought her to orgasm in the car.

I lavish attention on her nub, savoring her essence, using my tongue with precision as I enter her. Her body responds enthusiastically as I find a rhythm, increasing pressure with each moment.

I sense the mounting urgency in her body, her desperate need for release.

"Nico," she whimpers. "I don’t know if I can hold on."

"Not until I say so," I growl.

"Oh, God."

I trail kisses along her sensitive flesh, then take her clit into my mouth. I suckle her bud using my tongue, her moans nearly turning into cries of release. She sounds precariously balanced on the edge of control, moments from surrender. When she presses herself against my face, I know she’s close.

Her hips move instinctively, uncontrollably.

I withdraw slightly, listening to her ragged breathing.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

I gently circle her sensitive point with my thumb, causing her to shudder and press against me again.

"You're close."

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