MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 86

Chapter 88: Show Me You Can Be A Good Girl Chapter 88: Show Me You Can Be A Good Girl Kingston

My balls felt heavy and tight, ready to spill at any moment and I held it back, not wanting this to end too quickly. No matter how much I wanted to give in to the pleasure, I couldn't and wouldn't stop, I could keep it going for ages if I felt like it. I had that much control over my body. The bed creaked from the brutal way I was f***g her. Even if she complained, I also knew a part of her loved it like this. My balls soaked with her juices was evidence enough. Her walls fluttered around me with the need to o***m and I knew she was close. Sliding one hand around her stomach and down, I found her ***t and pinched it hard. She yelled out at the fresh pain and her body tensed for a second as she breathed through it. "You are not allowed to c***m." I whispered darkly.

"If

"If you behave then you will have a second chance in the morning."

"B..but I need to c**m, daddy." She whimpered breathlessly.

A

sob escaped her lips and another followed soon after. I smacked her hard on the *a**

I said, not

for her to cover up at work. Leaning over her, I whispered into her

feeling the good either. She made me feel a lot of things like frustration, irritation, disbelief, pleasure, excitement, discomfort and exasperation. As much as I hated to admit it, it was a lot better than feeling nothing but anger. My thrust grew jerky as pleasure took over me, I washed her inside with my sperm and I continued to rock into

the trail with my eyes. It was almost hypnotically. Helping her up in a sitting position, I

was off her, she slumped back to bed. I had definitely worn her out, she didn't even move as I took her in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I left her laying on her bed to collect a few things and she had almost fallen asleep by the time I got back with a warm, wet towel and water with electrolytes. I dried her p**y gently with the towel, taking care of the mess I had made between her legs. "She should drink before you

spilled, though they were completely dry now and she looked absolutely exhausted. I helped her with the bottle and made her drink at least half before she laid back down. Aftercare was an essential part of bdsm. While I struggled with the intimacy of this kind, I didn't let it show as I collected her in my arms and stroked her arms until her breath evened out. Laying by her side while she was out cold, I couldn't help but look at her. Her face was slack and serene with makeup half washed away by sweat and tears. I should have remembered to clean her face with a wipe but I didn't want to

in the bed. My body had been too attuned to him, too desperate for him to not notice when he went away. I had hoped he

had just shared, the moment between us filled with pleasure and pain had been special. T knew it had been, I loved the way he had manhandled me but also the way he had withheld my o*m. M**y ***it still ached from the withheld o**m and

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took me under again and I fell into the dreamless. sleep. I was grateful to escape my thoughts that tormented me after he

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