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Scott — Our night together pt 3
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"Baby, that's not a pussy. You can't just… oh shit. Apparently you can," I said, breathing deeply as she went to work getting me hard again. I was so sensitive, I nearly yanked her off my dick, but it was so hot watching her enjoy herself I couldn't make myself stop her. Once she had me good and hard for her again, she took my hand and showed me to the bedroom. "It's not fully furnished yet, but it has a bed, which is all we need for tonight," she said, kicking off her shoes and unzipping her dress. I followed suit, like the trained slave I had become. We didn't fuck that night. I really was too much of a needy bitch. I wanted to be close. To watch and kiss her as my dick slid lovingly in and out of her pussy. To touch and kiss every bit of her. She obliged me without protest, saying nothing of how fucking clingy I was being. "I love you, baby," she said, a serene look in her eyes as she tumbled into my arms after I rolled off her. "I love you too, Stace," I said, kissi
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Being a savant tortured me in therapy. The memories were so vivid, it was like it happened yesterday when I recanted it. Only it was worse for me than ordinary people. Most people's brains blocked traumatic shit out the moment it happened. Not mine though. I remembered fucking everything. The smell of gun powder and blood in the air. The sight of grown men drowning before my eyes. The unmistakable sound of death when a bullet left the chamber. The bloodlust I developed as a child despite my resistance. I didn't want to go around killing people, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to. Another constant reminder of Don Angelo. Then there was the power I felt as Don Angelo's daughter and heir. After therapy came the sickening feeling that that was ever me. The remorse and guilt. The shame, the anger at being forced and manipulated into that life. It was a small mercy that I didn't have to dance around anything, as the therapist was recommended by Luca. Who knew he wa
Last Updated : 2025-03-23His Mafia Princess Stacy — Handcuffed to the bed pt 2
Scott was showing his photos at a small gallery today, so it was no surprise he wasn't in bed next to me when I woke up. He left a note on the pillow where his head should be. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you. Going back to the apartment to finish up some last minute errands. Thanks for last night, baby. I needed it. Miss you so much. I love you, Stace. See you tonight. Your fuck toy Scott I laughed at the way he signed the note. Is that a thing we were doing now? Being a savant sucked. A lot. But it did mean that I had completed about ninety percent of the syllabus. I thought I would have to pace myself over the last three weeks to accommodate our hook ups and the meals he insisted on sharing so we could talk. I was worried I had bitten off more than I could chew and considered dropping one of my majors. Instead of slowing me down though, the sex
Last Updated : 2025-03-23His Mafia Princess Stacy — Handcuffed to the bed pt 3
Good whore," he murmured, laboured breaths coming out of him, sounding way too satisfied for my liking. "Don't you dare come," I said, yanking his hand off his dick and snapping one of the cuffs around his wrist before slapping the other around the bedpost. "Not until we've had a little chat. Once was bad enough," I growled at my defenseless, sleeping boyfriend. By the time I had the second pair around his other wrist, he was stirring. Groggy, half open eyes stared at me as I slapped the last cuff on the second bedpost. "Stace? What's happening?" his husky voice asked. "You tell me Scottie. This is getting ready for the exhibition?" I asked, a little high on power already as I threw the envelope containing the nudes at him. Realization came over him and he was alert within seconds, trying to sit up. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I trailed my finger up his hard dick. "I was getting ready for the exhibit
Last Updated : 2025-03-24His Mafia Princess Stacy — Handcuffed to the bed pt 4
This information was in the back of my head too, but when he asked me to do something to his dick, I couldn't stop myself. I felt his eyes on me as I sucked him off. My hand slid down my pants to rub my pussy. "Don't," he warned me. "You won't have me cuffed to this bed forever. Don't fucking piss me off." "You can do whatever you want to your clit. Your words, not mine, Scottie," I said, dragging my mouth off his dick just long enough to say this to him before I went back to sucking. "Let me see that it's just your clit then," he said, frustration oozing out of every word. I climbed over his leg, moving so that I was on all fours, bent over his dick. Then I pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs and started rubbing my pussy. He stared at me lustfully, watching me, pulling at the handcuffs again. "Fuck," he said with a groan. "Baby—" "I'm not putting my pussy and ass in your face. This is all you're getting
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With an easy smile, I lowered my pussy onto his dick. His eyes were glued to my pussy sinking down on his dick as I planted my feet firmly on the bed, squatting on his dick. "Fuck yes," I sighed, content at having him inside me. "My pussy missed your dick so much."Last night was amazing as always, but I needed more. Playing by my rules instead of his for a change felt liberating."So much better," he sighed. "Stop fucking around and fuck me," he ordered, despite being in no position to give orders. You know I'll give you anything you want even now, don't you baby? As I started moving up and down his dick, his eyes remained glued to watching my pussy move on his dick. "You're drooling baby," I teased him with a smug smile. "The real thing is just so much better than a photo," he said with a groan. "Let me see you rub your pretty pussy for me, baby." One of my hands landed on his thigh as I leaned back, sli
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"Not this time, baby," he said, scooting off the bed until he was right in front of me. "You're coming with me," he said, on his feet and throwing me over his shoulder before I could object. "We can't be in here together," I protested, finally finding the words to tell him we didn't have time to fool around. "I can't not shower, baby. You need to get clean. I need to get clean. What's the problem?" he asked, pulling me into his arms for a soft kiss, thereby answering his own question. "This is the problem," I mumbled against his lips, but he only deepened the kiss. "Clean me up, Kendrick," he said, handing me the body wash after lathering up his hands in his fair share. "That's not going to get you far," I said, watching him lather the soap onto my breasts as he squeezed and massaged them. "We'll buy some more tomorrow if we run out. I don't want anythi
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Just like that, we were back to his rules, his way. From what I saw earlier though, I didn't think he minded either way so long as he got pussy. "I want, fuck. You know what I want," I said, forcing my pussy back on his dick. "So greedy. Ask nicely first. Do it quickly or you're taking it up the ass right here, right now," he said, but a few inches of his dick remained lodged in my pussy. "You're an asshole, but you're my asshole," I said, daring to defy him, forcing my pussy down more of his dick. He drove the rest of his dick into me himself, rubbing my clit while he watched my face as I took his dick into my pussy. "Don't you forget it. I'd do anything for you," he said, before he pulled back and fucked into me again. As promised, he promptly fucked me, rough and fast, filling my pussy up with come within minutes before he said, "Now get the fuck out." "I could stay. Actually help this time. I could go to the gallery with you to—" I argued, having taken the day
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"All done," said Scott, kissing the bandage he had just put around my arm. I almost said no to having him dress my wound this morning. Tessa, whose turn it was to help me, had an urgent meeting drop into her lap at the last second and I had my exam to get to. There was no time to call anyone else. Even if there was time to call someone else though, I understood what this meant to him, especially after last night. I couldn't just take back what happened. He'd have certain expectations now and frankly so did I. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I risked him finding another erogenous zone and gave him my arm. "How did you know how to do that?" I asked, relieved that my right arm at least was safe to touch without my pussy turning on me. "Don't be too impressed. I did it for my dad a few times in high school after he got shot in the line of duty," he said, not flinching when he brought up his dad for the first time since I met him.
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My emotions were all over the place. Confusion. Calm. Fear. Mind you, I wasn't afraid of Scott or anyone for that matter. I was afraid for him because he was sharing a house with me. I kept waiting for the panic attack to hit. For my mind to unravel and turn against me, showing me everything I did in those woods on a loop, but it wasn't happening. There were no nightmares. Nothing hindered my cognitive ability. For fuck's sake, I shot four men and two of them were related to me. I shot Don Angelo. Still no reaction. It was like I was on a constant power trip and it scared the shit out of me. This was why I didn't want to share a bed with Scott. When I closed my eyes to sleep, there was no insomnia. I slept like a baby. I didn't want Scott to see what a fucking sociopath I had turned into. There was something else too. I was horny as fuck. I always thought that since sex was a coping mechanism for me, if the anxiety and stress went away my libido would
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"I wanted to kill him, Scott. I wanted to kill my father," she said, turning to face me. "He said I was going to hurt you and I just snapped. I tried to stop. Listening to you remind me of our life together, I tried to stop," she said, frantically crying within seconds. "I hate him so much. I couldn't let anyone hurt you. I—" "Sssshhhh, it's okay," I said, pulling her into my arms and rubbing her back. "I wanted to kill him too for what he did to you," I admitted, unfazed by her admission. "I get it." "It's not the same. You didn't have the gun in your hands. You didn't actually shoot him," she insisted through sobs. I thought about her shooting her father. Visualized him stumbling backwards. After thinking he was the one that shot her, I was relieved to find her in one piece. Maybe it was fucked up, but I was even proud of her. On some level, I knew she did it for herself as much as to protect me. I had no problem with that. It's the v
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"How will you stop me?" I asked her, sticking my fingers back into her pussy before trailing my other hand up her back as she started sucking me off. "You can't with dick in your mouth, baby. You love sucking it too much," I taunted her as she pleasured my dick with her mouth. My hand itched to be on her head, helping her efforts along, but I was on a mission. One fucking year and I still didn't know everything about her body. It was fucking bullshit. My hand trailed up her spine and she shook, her pussy clenching around my fingers. It lasted barely five seconds and she didn't tighten around my fingers as hard as after I fucked her, but she still moaned on my dick while it happened. Taking this as a declaration of war, she started sucking my dick aggressively hard and fast. "So competitive," I teased her, but her holes hadn't been on my dick for a while.
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After she got mad about not being invited to watch last time, I didn't touch myself when I was alone anymore. So my dick was due for some attention. I was going to enjoy every bit of it and let her know it. "Kiss me again," she said hungrily, just as needy as I was. I gave my lips over to hers, sitting up to be closer to her while we worked on getting each other off. Why couldn't I fuck her again? Something told me it had to come from her, at least the first time. After that, I'd fuck her senseless every chance I got again. This was our naughty loophole, just like in Prague. Her hand wasn't her pussy, but damn if it didn't feel good sliding up and down my dick. Whatever she was willing to give right now, I would greedily take. "Scott," she moaned, her pussy tightening around my fingers buried deep inside her. Her hand stilled on my dick as her body shook on mine. She moaned my name a few more times. I wa
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Talk to her the voice in my head said, but the thrill of having her touch me went straight to my head. "Fuck," I muttered with a little sigh. I turned around to face her, reaching out to cup her neck slowly. "Can I kiss you?" I asked her, like some teenage boy who had a girl in his room for the first time. "Kiss me," she said, her voice light and breathy. I touched my lips to hers lightly, not wanting to be too eager and get carried away. She didn't like that though, instantly deepening the kiss. Her hands trailed down my neck, onto my chest, down to my abs. I knew where she was going, but the interaction felt so fragile, I didn't want to scare her off. So I kept my hands where they were and continued kissing her, devoting all my attention to her mouth. "Don't you like the rest of me anymore?" she asked, taking one of my hands off her neck and placing it
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I had mixed emotions when I got back to the house half an hour later. Choosing to focus on the positives, I stashed the ring and folder in a closet of one of the unfurnished bedrooms. Then I went looking for her in the study to share the news about Don Angelo being awake and her immunity deal. When I had searched the entire house and she was nowhere to be found, my mind spiraled and my heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn't do this shit again. The emotional turmoil alone nearly killed me last time. I stood before the bedroom door, trying to calm myself down. It was stupid to get so worked up without at least checking the bedroom. Even if she hadn't been next to me in bed in over a week. "Stace?" I called out, opening the door slowly. She didn't say anything, but she was indeed lying in the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief before I started stripping. Sliding in under the covers next to her, I could feel the delicious warmth of her bo
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"Is that an engagement ring? She nearly gets you killed and you want to marry her?" Jeff's judgemental voice asked from behind me. Was I the only one who still thought she was my forever? "I just want her so damn much I don't know what to do with myself. I don't even know if she wants me anymore and everyone seems to think we should break up. It's all just—" I said, panicking about the night's events. "Easy, kiddo," he said, patting me on the back before he slid into the stool next to mine. He ordered us each a beer, waited for me to take my first swig, then asked, "Did they ambush you? Tell you to leave her?" "Jee dad, nothing gets past you. No wonder you're the director of the FBI," I said, cracking a smile. "Fucking smartass. I'll let that slide though since you did call me dad. This time without an agenda," he said, grinning back at me. "Look Scott,
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"Do you know why we even thought you were cheating in the first place? Because you fucking self sabotage, man. Every relationship you have ever been in—" Kenny mouthed off and I shut him down. "Don't you know why? I thought you of all people would understand why, Ken. I self sabotage for her. I let every other girl go for her. I met the love of my life eight years ago, only I was too stupid to see it. Despite how fucked up I was from everything with Jeff and my mom, from the moment she spoke to me for the first time, I loved her. I spent seven years trying not to need her, but nothing stops the yearning. I love her so much that no other woman could compete. When she went to Chicago for months at a time, I felt so fucking sick that I could barely function. How am I supposed to be without her forever, Ken?" I implored, trying to make him understand. "Scott, I love Stacy. I loved you guys for each other from the getgo. You know that, but this isn't healt
