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Stacy— Handcuffed to the bed pt 1
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2025-03-23 17:35:53Being 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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-25His Mafia Princess Stacy — Lunch with the girls pt 2
"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
Last Updated : 2025-04-01His Mafia Princess Stacy — Lunch with the girls pt 4
Do you like it up the ass? How often does it go up there?" a conservative Marlene asked me, looking at me with curiosity more than anything else. "Marlene," I said with a gasp, shocked at her questions just the same. I was not telling them I took it up the ass for three weeks straight because he found me with a vibrator in my pussy. "Those are really good questions. Way to go Marlene. But the real question is does it hurt to sit because he fucked your pussy raw or your ass?" Tessa asked. They all stilled for this question, watching me with probing eyes. I cleared my throat, took a deep breath and said, "My boyfriend told me—" "You're not going to do that thing where you quote him word for word, are you?" Marlene asked, now starting to get on my nerves with how bold she suddenly was. "Let her. I'm dying to know what gets her to spread her legs so much," said Tony, urging me to continue. Doing my best Scott impression, I quoted part of one of his many speeches to
Last Updated : 2025-04-01His Mafia Princess Stacy — Lunch with the girls pt 5
Was Scott Brady putting the moves on me? How did that matter? What he wanted, I would always give him either way. "You. I love you," I said, breathless from the words and his eyes on me alone. "See the way her eyes burn when she says that to me? She looks like this every time. Like she's just been thoroughly fucked and she could get off on the words alone," he said, flashing his dimples at me. "I'm the only one she trusts with everything. Her body, her mind, her safety, her secrets. Even her heart. Everything she is fucking mine to protect just like I'm hers. That's why I'm not just special, Tony. I'm fucking irreplaceable. Not because I'm the only man to ever fuck her right. I am, but that's neither here nor there." "It bothers me so much how turned on I am right now," said Tony, fanning her face while Marlene looked away uncomfortably. "You just had to go and be an asshole there at the end, didn't you?" I said, giggling like they weren't even there and it was just me and h
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"Soooo… Do you think there's more?" he asked in his most innocent voice. "I'll kill you if you try and find out today," I said, equally as breathless and sweaty as him. It took me a moment to realize I just threatened him without flinching or apologizing. I forced myself to let it go and enjoy the afterglow of the best sex of my life. The heat and sweat coming off our bodies should have been enough to get me off him, but it wasn't. Despite my threat to get off him, his arms wrapped around me gently. "No promises. I love you," he said, completely at ease as he started stroking my hair. "I expect to be told about all future… Locations and phrases." "I love you too. That's no fun. I'm not doing that," I said, out right refusing his request. "Is that right? We'll see," he said cheekily, kissing my temple. "Let me take you to lunch. I want you to enjoy your first day of freedom."
