Sold To The Mafia Don

"Touch yourself," He commanded, staring straight into my eyes.

"Um,"

"Lay on the bed. I'll sit right over here." He said, pointing at the ground we stood on.

He took the seat in front of the dressing table, and sat on it as I laid on the bed. 

"Spread your legs Mira. I want to see what's mine."

I sighed and swallowed, laying my head down as I looked up at the ceiling. This felt weird. 

"Now, Mira." He emphasized.

I started off with touching my boobs, feeling my nipples harden yet again. 

"I want to see your face."

I shut my eyes in frustration. Why was this man torturing me?

I sat up a bit so our eyes could meet.

"Look at me while you do it." He rasped out. "I need to see what this sexy body can do."

Somehow, that statement gave me the confidence boost I needed. I let my finger go down and rub my clit repeatedly.

"Look at me." He repeated and I looked back up.

"Put a finger in. Slowly. I want to see everything." He said.

How was he saying that so calmly? I wondered but I did it anyway.

I gasped, as my finger went in and out of my already wet pussy. I bit on my lower lip and fought back a moan.

"Don't hold back. I want to hear every sound you make."

That was the cue I needed as I let out a loud moan. 

"Two fingers in. Spread those legs." He instructed yet again. 

I did and I could feel my eyes going back as I pumped as hard as I could, repeatedly for minutes. 

I was soon close to my orgasm. 

"Don't even think about cumming." I heard him snarl.

At this point, I couldn't see him anymore. I could only hear him.

"I'm close," I managed to say through shaky breaths.

He came to me and too my fingers out. He made me taste myself and I licked it up hungrily.

"Tell me what you want," he rasped out, looking straight into my eyes as his hand trailed down to my core.

"I..."

I couldn't form the words because I could only moan again. 

"I just want to cum." I cried out as his fingers went in and continued from where I stopped. He was painfully slow. I wanted to beg him to go harder. 

In fact I wanted his whole length inside me instead but I was too proud to beg for it.

He tapped on my clit repeatedly. I held on to him, gasping into his chest as he teased me even more.

"Mr Romano please,"

"Tell me what you want," he said in my ears again, pushing my hair out of my face. 

"I want...you."

Just like the devil he is, he smirked and pulled away just then.

"Of course you do." He said, took my shoes off, carried me into the bathroom and placed me under the shower, leaving me to wash up.

"What the fuck?" I managed to whisper when it had all registered in my brain.

I couldn't believe he just did that. He just succeeded in making me hate him even more.

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I came out of the bathroom, clad in my bath robe and couldn't find him anywhere. Where had he gone to so fast?

I felt exhausted after all of that and slightly upset I did not get my orgasm so I just found the bed and slept off shortly after.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. I had not drank anything since that evening. And I did not even eat before I slept.

I twisted the door knob and stepped out of the room, heading down the wide hallway to find my way to the kitchen. I made a mental note to keep a bottle of water with me in the room so I would not have to make such a long journey to the kitchen next time. 

The house was absolutely quiet. It was always quiet even during the day but this was pin drop silence.

I heard footsteps as I approached the stairs and paused my movements. I believed it was one of the guards on patrol. I was right.

When he saw me, he looked shocked.

"Madam?"

"I'm just trying to get water from the kitchen." I explained to him hoping he would not think I was trying to escape or something.

He nodded and I walked past him.

The lights were dim but I could still see clearly enough to head to the kitchen.

I saw a few more guards patrolling that area and I told them the same thing I said to the first one. 

I made it to the kitchen in one piece and opened the refrigerator.

I picked up a glass and poured myself some water. Just as I was about to drink it, I looked up and screamed.

"Oh my goodness you scared me!" I said putting my hand over my chest. Why did he always have to do that?!

"What are you doing down here?" He questioned. 

"What does it look like?" I retorted. 

"Watch your mouth, woman."

I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed. After that stunt he pulled, I was utterly irritated by the sight of him. Why on earth was he here questioning me like he was a blind bat? Or wasn't he supposed to be like a nocturnal creature who stayed active at night.

"How did you know I was down here?"

"I heard you leave the room."

I thought about his response. "You weren't even in the room, so how did you know I wasn't in there?"

He smirked. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

My frown deepened. 

"Go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning." He said and disappeared the same way he came.

"This man is a psycho." I muttered before taking another sip from my glass.

He truly was.