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Stacy — Handcuffed to the bed pt 4
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2025-03-24 18:39:57This 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-25His Mafia Princess Stacy — Lunch with the girls pt 3
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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01His Mafia Princess Scott — Everything went to shit pt 1
"What the fuck was that?" Stacy hissed, her nostrils flaring after the gallery owner's assistant gave me a thumbs up. "You were there three hours ago while I eye fucked you in front of your friends, right?" I said, reminding her how besotted I was with her. "I did not hear an answer to my question. Does she have a thing for you?" she asked, her icy blues clouding over with malice. Would my baby finally believe it didn't matter who looked my way if the woman wasn't her after I put a ring on her finger? Or would she glare at women like that for the rest of our lives? Either was fine with me. I'd spend forever drowning her in love anyway. True to her word, Stacy was by my side all night long. I knew I wasn't being subtle. I brought up marriage so much that at this point, I wouldn't be surprised if she proposed to me before I could get down on one knee just to shut me up. I was so happy for us and how far we'd come that I couldn't help it. Nothing in the whole world was goin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02His Mafia Princess Scott — Everything went to shit pt 2
"That was a good day," she said, smiling serenely. "You know it's love when you let someone bury you in the sand. One of us clearly loves the other more," I said with a snort. "I don't know what you're complaining about. So I didn't let you bury me in the sand. I let you fuck me in a cave after we went swimming. Way better," she said with a grin. "We both know that was to satisfy your selfish, horny pussy, baby. Once your mouth was on mine, you got so horny I was convinced I'd fuck you in the sea," I said, making her blush. "I hope you're happy. Now you'll never get to say you fucked me in the sea," she said with the cutest little pout. "Unlike you, I don't talk about how we fuck unless it's with you," I admonished her for what I stumbled on this afternoon. "You're such a bad girl. What dirty secrets would you have told them if I hadn't come to your defense?" She probably wouldn't find this very sexy, so I didn't tell her I would never risk her getting an infection ju
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02His Mafia Princess Scott — Everything went to shit pt 3
But the damage was already done. When she tried to pull away, now blushing again, I let her know about my problem by pressing my hard on into her back. She bit her lower lip again, but a muffled moan came out of her anyway. "Distract me," I said, trying to control myself. Was it even possible to have a boner that she gave me go away without one of her holes or her hands being involved? "Well you can't never sell a photo and I'm not going anywhere, so you'll just have to suck it up. In fact, you would probably sell more photos if you didn't spend all your time hiding out with me," she said, her voice shaky and uneven. "First you're jealous of a thumbs up and me knowing someone's name, who I worked with by the way, and now you want to get rid of me? Damn, talk about hot and cold," I said, resisting the urge to dry hump her ass as my hands moved impatiently about her middle and I laid a chaste kiss on her neck. "You do know no one knows who the photographer is, right?" Kenny a
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His Mafia Princess Stacy— It's kill or be killed pt 4
An overwhelming surge of affection hit me like a tidal wave, drenching me to the bone in love. His love meant having a conscience though. The horror of me standing over my near defenseless brother hit next, making my hands shake so hard I almost dropped the gun. "Shut your fucking mouth, you annoying, whiny, idiot," said Don Angelo, pulling up in a Jeep. I couldn't do this. This wasn't me. Not anymore. There were fates worse than death. Being by Don Angelo's side for life. Being without Scott. He wouldn't understand. He wouldn't love me anymore. I can't live in a world where you don't love me, Scott. "Dad please. Make her stop. She deserves this, not me. She's the traitor," Joey cried, raising the gun at me with shaky hands. Before I knew it, Don Angelo was by my side, breathing down my neck. Waiting for me to perform. "Seven shots. Do me proud. Make them count," said Don Angelo, kicking the gun out of Joey's hand. "Such creative choices. Where would you like the next
His Mafia Princess Scott— I found her pt 1
Jeff was going to lose his shit when he found out what I walked into despite him expressly forbidding me from accompanying either him or Luca. "A psychotic murderer wants his apprentice to kill you. Just because you happen to be sleeping with her, doesn't mean you should be stupid enough to go near her right now, Scott," Jeff preached to me just this morning. In hindsight, he was probably right. Based on Luca and I losing the shoot out that ensued when we finally found the right place, I'd say we were dead men walking. Even if I knew how this would play out beforehand, I'd have come out here to find her regardless. Was it stupid that I was happy about seeing her soon? I could feel myself becoming calmer with every step I took towards her. Three fucking days of torturing myself with where she was, how she was, whether she was dead or alive. I was just relieved to know that I'd found her. Stupidly hopeful despite the implications of what three days in a place like this could do to
His Mafia Princess Stacy— It's kill or be killed pt 3
I can't remember who you are, but baby you could take a girl to hell and make her beg to stay. Because I was in hell and yet I just couldn't quit. Had to kiss him one more time. Hold his hand one more time. Hear him speak one more time. Stay awake. Stay alert. Next question: what was his name? Remember his name, Stacy. Remember his name. Distracted by apparitions of my mystery man, Joey caught me off guard, wrestling me to the ground. "Die, you traitorous bitch," he said, lowering the muzzle of his gun to my forehead. "That's sorella to you," I said, not hesitating to shove my gun into his groin and pull the trigger. He rolled off of me into the fetal position while covering his junk, refusing to let his gun go. I crawled to a tree and pulled myself up against it until I was on my feet again. "You could have shot my dick off. I'm going to fucking kill you, you crazy whore," he screamed in agony, blood pooling around his hands and gun. … You're not some conquest. You're
His Mafia Princess Stacy— It's kill or be killed pt 2
"I'm rooting for you, bella. Even after you broke my heart so many times. No matter though. We'll fix everything once you remember who you belong to," said his shrill voice moments before he took the gag off and cut the ropes around my wrists and ankles. Moments before he dumped me in this place that I soiled with blood many times, human and animal alike. The hallucinations were a bitch to deal with. The guilt from seeing everything I did all those years ago play out all around me weighed heavily on me. Once, I took out a guy's eye with a dart because he dared to win a game against Don Angelo. Another time I cut out someone's brachial plexus after he stole from Don Angelo. Honestly, the gunshot injuries, which were the norm, may have been more humane. "Always start with the kneecaps. Hurts like a motherfucker," said Don Angelo the very first time I held a gun with a man before me in these very woods. In an ideal situation, the ankles and elbows were next. It was never about slow
His Mafia Princess Stacy— It's kill or be killed pt 1
Whose name was the property in? Jenny? Collette? Joey? Not mine. Never mine. Come on Stacy, whose fucking name was the property in? By my count of sunrises and sunsets, this was day three of being out here in these woods. My throat was as dry as a desert, my head throbbed painfully and the hunger pains were kicking my ass. That's how I got the lovely gift in my arm, courtesy of Joey. The little pip squeak wasn't getting another bullet in me. I'd sooner blow my own brains out than go out like that. Collette. The woods I was currently roaming belonged to Collette. At least on paper. She didn't come out here. When Don Angelo brought me hunting as a child, it was just the two of us. Despite the bad bitch Collette thought she was, she really couldn't handle the nitty gritty of being a don's wife. The one time Don Angelo brought her along and I killed a deer so he wouldn't beat her that night, she damn near lost her fucking mind. You're welcome, mom. Remembering the answer that time to
His Mafia Princess Scott— Perfect storm pt 6
Opening it up, I took her photo out, caressing it carefully. It was fucking falling apart at this point. I handled it way too much. She had pigtails the day I met her. Mascara running down her face from crying. She was a fucking mess. This was still the most beautiful photo I had ever taken though. She was crouching on the ground, glaring up at me for the intrusion. We were outside a frat house, at a party that neither of us wanted to be at. Despite being a hermit my first semester at NYU, I couldn't stop myself from talking to her. So fucking beautiful. Sexy and cute at the same time. A girl had never terrified me more. The moment she opened her mouth and called me a weirdo for taking her photo was when I fell for her. Then I spent the next seven years acting like she wasn't the only woman I would ever love like a dumbass. I'll never forgive myself for waiting so long if I can't have forever with you, baby. "You touch him again, and I'll throw you in a cell. Even if I hav
His Mafia Princess Scott — Perfect storm pt 5
"Chicago is safer for Don Angelo, since it's his domain, but we have every available agent out looking for him. Why would he risk travelling with a hostage?" Tanya insisted, frustrating Luca. "Make your case, Cattaneo," Jeff insisted. "I guess you don't get it. New York makes her happy. Comforts her. Makes her feel like a good person. New York is where she got off on Scott's dick for the first time. New York is you, Scott. If Don Angelo wants his Stacy back, he won't stay here," said Luca. "He'll take her home, where he fucking tortured her for years. He'll try to fuck with her head. Familiar surroundings. Old words she hasn't heard in a year. He'll try to—" my nostrils flared. Like a bull in a china shop, I couldn't stop seeing red. I wanted to rip his fucking head off. "Hey," Luca snapped, slapping the back of my neck and grabbing a hold of me. Responding to the images in my head of the fucked up shit Don Angelo put Stacy through, I sucker punched Luca. "You get one of th
His Mafia Princess Scott— Perfect storm pt 4
Things were tense, with Luca's men waiting right outside Jeff's office. Only the three of us and a small team of Jeff's most trusted agents were allowed in the room. Luca wasn't winning any popularity contests and neither was I. "They shouldn't be in here. This is official FBI business," said Tanya, clearly still pissed that I gave her the slip. It was nice to know the pure hatred directed at Luca trumped her disdain for me though. "Working with a don to take out another don? Respectfully sir—" she said with folded arms. "Wrong map. Wrong city. They're in Chicago," said Luca, cool and self assured. "How could you possibly know that?" Tanya asked, exasperated. "Because of him. It's all about you, Scott," he said, tilting his head towards me. "I don't follow,* I said, irritated with Luca's cryptic words. "All Don Angelo wants, in the whole world, is to have his heir back. The woman who swore allegiance to him at age ten. Until a year ago, until you, she never went
His Mafia Princess Scott — Perfect storm pt 3
"FBI headquarters. No arresting Luca while we're there. Your word, dad," I said, already knowing the idea of walking in there wouldn't sit well with Luca. Yes I threw in the dad bit to throw Jeff off his game, but like I said, I wasn't above anything. "He is off the hook for anything revealed that directly leads to finding Don Angelo and Stacy. Anything else is fair game. I'm the director of the FBI, Scott. That's the best I can do," said Jeff with a shrug. My fuse was so fucking short at this point I had half a mind to throw them both out of the car. I must have done something right though, because my father and Luca finally found some common ground. "Like I want to tell you anything anyway," said Luca dismissively. "Jen Jen, where are you?" "Still in the house. I will stall them as long as I can," she said, completely unfazed by the dons she was currently sharing a house with. Something in me softened for just a second. She was definitely Stacy's sister. Fucking brave to
