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Despite the fact that I have no idea how to give head, I start doing my best on Gunsyn’s cock, moving up and down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging and even twisting my tongue around the thick, bulbous tip. I see now what he meant when he told me I wouldn’t be able to speak at dinner.I hear the sounds of a meal being served – plates being put down, glasses and silverware, and try to picture what it’s like up there. Is Victor even acknowledging what’s going on beneath the table? What about Michail? If he didn’t think I was a prostitute before, he does now.But I don’t care about those men. I care about Gunsyn, and right now, my mission is to completely screw with his composure.Okay, I’ve heard Breanna talk about blowjobs before. I’ve seen some porn in my life. I can do this.As I suck him, I take his shaft with my other hand and begin stroking it. I’m awkward at first, but as I start to get the timing, I feel a reaction from him. His legs begin to tense, and he adjusts him
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When Gunsyn finally lets me out from underneath the table, Victor and Michail are gone. He must have been anticipating my glare, as he’s already smiling at me.“You sure you have never done that before, little one?” he asks.“What? Been made to spend dinner under the table during a mafia meeting?”Gunsyn’s hand lashes out with blinding speed. He seizes me by the throat and pulls me to him, my lips so close we’re practically kissing. “You know what I mean,” he growls. “You said you were a virgin. But you have done that before.”I swell with a sense of indignation and pride and slowly shake my head, daring him to hurt me. I want him to. “Never. I’m just that good.”His eyes flare, and he stares at me, debating whether or not to believe me. His fingers around my neck feel like a collar, one I am not accustomed to wearing. Somehow now, outside of the cell he first put me in, I feel even more owned by him. It’s like my body is his, and he knows it. Actually, it’s not like that; it is that.
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Kiss It Better 17 - Irene.
As I sit in my “room” – which is basically a prison cell, slightly more upscale than the one Gunsyn put me in when I first arrived at his house – I wonder what’s happening at the diner.Chris and Kyle are probably behind the stove, arguing about who’s going to cook the mashed potatoes and whether or not they can serve last night’s apple pie or if it’s gone bad and if it has gone bad, whether or not it’s okay for one of them to eat it. They’re probably pissed that I’m not there tonight, but they won’t be worried. They may be my co-workers, but we’re not really friends. It’s not like they’ll be calling the police or rounding up a search party to come find me. And even if they did, what good would it be?Breanna, on the other hand, is probably hysterical. She’s tough, tougher than me, and much more worldly, but I’m her best friend, and I’ve been missing for a long enough period of time that something is obviously wrong. She’s probably found some way to get into my apartment by now and ha
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“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lifting me to my feet. “I had to get you out of the way.”“It’s-it’s okay,” I stammer as he pulls me into the fresh night air. I gasp, filling my lungs with freedom. It’s only seconds later that I’m being helped into the back seat of a car. I hear Gunsyn get in the front. The car lurches as he slams on the gas, and I feel his hand clasp down on my thigh.“Okay,” he tells me. “You can open your eyes now.”I do.We’re speeding down a narrow, paved road through the trees. They whizz past like blurred shadows, gnarled, twisted, skeletal hands that seem to grab at the car, seeking to snatch me into their grasp and drag me back to the prison that is Michail’s home.I look to my left and see Gunsyn, eyes narrow, breathing heavily, his face gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, gripping the steering wheel hard. He glances over at me and squeezes my leg.“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”“Safe!?” I blurt out. “You-you gave me to them! Why would you do something like that
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Four years later…“I still can’t believe it. You. A mob wife.”I glance at Breanna in the kitchen making cucumber-lime mocktails, and shake my head. “I’m not a mob wife. I’m just a wife.”“Gunsyn’s not a mobster?”“Not anymore,” I reply as I rock Annika in my arms. Who knew it would be so incredible being a mother? If you’d asked me back when I was working at the diner if I saw myself having children in the near future, I would have told you you were crazy. Funny how life throws things at you.“Once a mobster, always a mobster,” Breanna scoffs as she brings the drinks over to the table.“Well, he runs a furniture company now,” I tell her. “A successful one.”“Yeah, because he intimidates all his customers.”“He does not!” I scold her. “Would you stop that? He’s an honest businessman now. But if you want a mob boyfriend, I’m sure he could put you in touch with someone.”I take a sip of the mocktail. Normally, these would be real cocktails with vodka, but that stopped four months ago wh
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We sit and chat until the sun goes down, and Breanna heads back to her room to study. I go upstairs, put Annika to bed, and run a bath for my husband. It’s been customary for me to bathe him when he comes home lately. He may not be working construction, but he gives me everything, and I like to give him something back and show him just how much I appreciate him.The tub is so big that we could probably fit two more people in it, and as I’m sliding into the warm water, I hear the bedroom door open. When he enters, my whole body lights up. How is it possible that after four years I still feel as though it’s our first date every time I see him?“Hello, my love.” He smiles as he begins to undo his tie.“Come,” I whisper. “Get in with me.”He smiles as he gets undressed. He’s been working out harder lately, and his muscles have grown considerably. I’m getting all hot and bothered watching him, and when he pulls his pants down and his cock falls out, I’m touching myself beneath the water.“
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We sit and chat until the sun goes down, and Breanna heads back to her room to study. I go upstairs, put Annika to bed, and run a bath for my husband. It’s been customary for me to bathe him when he comes home lately. He may not be working construction, but he gives me everything, and I like to give him something back and show him just how much I appreciate him.The tub is so big that we could probably fit two more people in it, and as I’m sliding into the warm water, I hear the bedroom door open. When he enters, my whole body lights up. How is it possible that after four years I still feel as though it’s our first date every time I see him?“Hello, my love.” He smiles as he begins to undo his tie.“Come,” I whisper. “Get in with me.”He smiles as he gets undressed. He’s been working out harder lately, and his muscles have grown considerably. I’m getting all hot and bothered watching him, and when he pulls his pants down and his cock falls out, I’m touching myself beneath the water.“
Kiss It Better 19 - Irene.
Four years later…“I still can’t believe it. You. A mob wife.”I glance at Breanna in the kitchen making cucumber-lime mocktails, and shake my head. “I’m not a mob wife. I’m just a wife.”“Gunsyn’s not a mobster?”“Not anymore,” I reply as I rock Annika in my arms. Who knew it would be so incredible being a mother? If you’d asked me back when I was working at the diner if I saw myself having children in the near future, I would have told you you were crazy. Funny how life throws things at you.“Once a mobster, always a mobster,” Breanna scoffs as she brings the drinks over to the table.“Well, he runs a furniture company now,” I tell her. “A successful one.”“Yeah, because he intimidates all his customers.”“He does not!” I scold her. “Would you stop that? He’s an honest businessman now. But if you want a mob boyfriend, I’m sure he could put you in touch with someone.”I take a sip of the mocktail. Normally, these would be real cocktails with vodka, but that stopped four months ago wh
Kiss It Better 18 - Irene.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lifting me to my feet. “I had to get you out of the way.”“It’s-it’s okay,” I stammer as he pulls me into the fresh night air. I gasp, filling my lungs with freedom. It’s only seconds later that I’m being helped into the back seat of a car. I hear Gunsyn get in the front. The car lurches as he slams on the gas, and I feel his hand clasp down on my thigh.“Okay,” he tells me. “You can open your eyes now.”I do.We’re speeding down a narrow, paved road through the trees. They whizz past like blurred shadows, gnarled, twisted, skeletal hands that seem to grab at the car, seeking to snatch me into their grasp and drag me back to the prison that is Michail’s home.I look to my left and see Gunsyn, eyes narrow, breathing heavily, his face gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, gripping the steering wheel hard. He glances over at me and squeezes my leg.“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”“Safe!?” I blurt out. “You-you gave me to them! Why would you do something like that
Kiss It Better 17 - Irene.
As I sit in my “room” – which is basically a prison cell, slightly more upscale than the one Gunsyn put me in when I first arrived at his house – I wonder what’s happening at the diner.Chris and Kyle are probably behind the stove, arguing about who’s going to cook the mashed potatoes and whether or not they can serve last night’s apple pie or if it’s gone bad and if it has gone bad, whether or not it’s okay for one of them to eat it. They’re probably pissed that I’m not there tonight, but they won’t be worried. They may be my co-workers, but we’re not really friends. It’s not like they’ll be calling the police or rounding up a search party to come find me. And even if they did, what good would it be?Breanna, on the other hand, is probably hysterical. She’s tough, tougher than me, and much more worldly, but I’m her best friend, and I’ve been missing for a long enough period of time that something is obviously wrong. She’s probably found some way to get into my apartment by now and ha
Kiss It Better 16 - Irene.
When Gunsyn finally lets me out from underneath the table, Victor and Michail are gone. He must have been anticipating my glare, as he’s already smiling at me.“You sure you have never done that before, little one?” he asks.“What? Been made to spend dinner under the table during a mafia meeting?”Gunsyn’s hand lashes out with blinding speed. He seizes me by the throat and pulls me to him, my lips so close we’re practically kissing. “You know what I mean,” he growls. “You said you were a virgin. But you have done that before.”I swell with a sense of indignation and pride and slowly shake my head, daring him to hurt me. I want him to. “Never. I’m just that good.”His eyes flare, and he stares at me, debating whether or not to believe me. His fingers around my neck feel like a collar, one I am not accustomed to wearing. Somehow now, outside of the cell he first put me in, I feel even more owned by him. It’s like my body is his, and he knows it. Actually, it’s not like that; it is that.
Kiss It Better 15 - Irene.
Despite the fact that I have no idea how to give head, I start doing my best on Gunsyn’s cock, moving up and down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging and even twisting my tongue around the thick, bulbous tip. I see now what he meant when he told me I wouldn’t be able to speak at dinner.I hear the sounds of a meal being served – plates being put down, glasses and silverware, and try to picture what it’s like up there. Is Victor even acknowledging what’s going on beneath the table? What about Michail? If he didn’t think I was a prostitute before, he does now.But I don’t care about those men. I care about Gunsyn, and right now, my mission is to completely screw with his composure.Okay, I’ve heard Breanna talk about blowjobs before. I’ve seen some porn in my life. I can do this.As I suck him, I take his shaft with my other hand and begin stroking it. I’m awkward at first, but as I start to get the timing, I feel a reaction from him. His legs begin to tense, and he adjusts him
Kiss It Better 14 - Irene.
Wait, what!? That’s what I want to say, but I’m not about to get into a verbal argument with him in front of his guests. Instead, I communicate with him with my eyes.Are you kidding? I ask.No, he replies. Do as I say.I feel Victor and Michail’s eyes on me. They’re waiting to see what I’m going to do. If I refuse, I’ll make Gunsyn look weak in front of them.Do it, he says, his eyes narrowing.He loves telling me what to do. I can see it in the way he’s looking at me. And to be honest, what’s the big deal anyway? It’s not like he hasn’t already had me once, and he’s definitely going to have me again. And if I just do this now, it will probably make things easier for me later on. But if I am going to do it, I’m not just going to do it; I’m going to make a show of it.“Of course,” I say with a seductive hum to my voice before spinning on my heels so my curves are on full display for Victor and Michail. I’m suddenly conscious of my back, my waist, my butt, and the way they look in thes
Kiss It Better 13 - Irene.
What is going on with me? My mind is playing tricks on me, and I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror wearing this red dress and these insane heels. I feel like a Barbie doll, gangster queen edition or something.“How do girls stand in these things?” I say as I try to figure out how to position myself so my butt isn’t completely sticking out and my back isn’t arched like I’m trying to get a guy’s attention. But it seems futile. Even when I slouch, the effect is still the same, and I suspect that’s why Gunsyn had them laid out for me.Asking a woman isn’t sexy. That’s what he said to me. You are not the kind of woman who wants a good man.Of all the arrogant things to say to a girl. Is that even arrogant? No. It’s beyond. They need to invent some kind of new word to describe the balls a guy would have to have to say something like that.The dress is way too low, and I’m showing way too much cleavage. My hair is also a complete mess and makes me look like a carrot that’s been pluck
Kiss It Better 12 - Irene.
“Stockholm syndrome,” I say to myself as I examine one of the dresses. “That’s all it is. Perfectly natural. Just like coming on a strange, evil man’s cock. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Irene.”Uh huh. Sure.The dress is well-made, soft and flowy, and would probably look incredible on someone not me. But I try it on anyway. In fact, I try on everything while I’m alone for the rest of the afternoon, and by the time I’m finished, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear any of it. I’m not good at making decisions anyway, but when it comes to something like this, I’m hopeless.“The red one,” Gunsyn says, startling me again as he comes in behind me. “It will go well with your hair.”“My hair that you don’t like?”“When did I say I don’t like it?” He smiles. He approaches me, and I hate myself for being relieved that he’s here. At least I’m not completely alone now, and I’m pretty sure, judging by the look in his eyes, that he’s not about to repeat what he did to me yesterday. He leans down and pick
