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Ambrosia's P.O.V

A part of me knew this was coming but it still felt like a fucking death knell.

Terror, hopelessness, and something that felt like arousal mixed a Molotov cocktail in my stomach as I stared at the growing bulge in his pants. No. no. I couldn’t betray my husband like this. But when I glanced over my shoulders and saw the knife at his throat, fear and anger in his eyes, my own eyes blurred and I turned back to the don.

His nose was flared as he looked down at me. I swallowed and with a shudder, leaned in and pressed my mouth to his bulge.

Steven let out a shout that became muffled when they hit him. I flinched but focused on the task. Even though my teeth hadn’t found his zip yet, there was a musky scent around his groin that made my mouth run dry. What the hell was wrong with me? A while later, after lapping around with my tongue, I finally caught the zipper between my teeth, and slowly, still holding the don's gaze, I pulled it down.

His eyes flashed but he remained still. I brought my hands up and slid them into his opened pants and my eyes almost popped out when I felt the thickness in my grip.

“Take it out.” The don ordered and his voice was so thick it was almost inaudible.

Like I was in a trance, I removed his cock and gasped at the sheer size that bobbed right in front of my face. He didn’t even allow me to take it all in before fisting my hair in his grip. Taking advantage of my gasp, he shoved his cock right into my mouth until he was buried to the hilt.

“Suck!” he commanded and I did as I was told, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue around his fat cock head. Marcello groaned, his hips thrusting forward, causing me to gag. I could hear my husband’s muffled cries, and feel his gaze on me, but I couldn’t stop. I was terrified, angry, humiliated, but my body was…fuck…my body was on fire, wetness gathering in my pussy.

The man suddenly pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva. I almost mewled at the loss.

“Tits,” he barked and I let go of his pants, my hands moving to my dress… the dress I’d worn for Steven. Tears leaked from my eyes as shame slammed into me. The shame and horror at my arousal caused my fingers to shake and I fumbled with the zipper. The don lost patience and ripped the dress off me. Since I’d planned a dirty night with my husband, I was naked underneath and my breasts bounced free. A growl rumbled in the room and I was shocked to hear it came from Marcello. His eyes were entirely feral as he took me in, on my knees, tits out and crying. An evil smirk appeared on his lips and he slapped my right breast, hard.

I cried out and the intense shockwaves mellowed to a scorching heat that traveled right to my pussy and it pulsed between my legs. I could only gasp as his fingers began pinching my nipples, twisting and pulling.

“Steven, your wife is such a fucking slut. I can bet her pussy is drowning,” he growled, shoving his cock back into my mouth. That’s when I lost it. I sucked him harder like the slut he called me, my tears mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin. He fucked my mouth, his hands on my head. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag but I was too lost to give a shit, my body responding despite the men watching us.

“Let her go!” Steven suddenly screamed from the side of the room and my eyes flipped open. He was now lying on his stomach, with knees pinning him down. I looked back at the Don in horror, his cock still in my mouth and then he grinned.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting?” my heart crashed to the bottom of my stomach at the sick darkness in his words. “Anytime, little princess there tries to look away or cause a scene, one of my men will fuck your mouth.”

“Fuck you, Marcello!” Steven screamed and the don let out a dark chuckle before pulling his cock out of my mouth. “You,” he snapped his fingers at one of the men. “Come fuck her mouth.”

I tried to speak but he just grabbed me by my hair, pulling me to my feet. I could feel the eyes of the men on me as they start to unbutton their pants, cocks of different sizes and shapes springing out. I could feel the don’s gaze on me too as he roughly removed the remaining patches of my clothes and panties. Once I was fully naked, he slapped the back of my thighs, making me stand with my legs apart. I let out a cry as he swatted me right on my pussy before sliding a finger in. “Fuck, I said it. Your pussy is drenched, little wife. You’re such a fucking whore. Ambriosa, that’s what he called you, no?’

As he began to finger fuck my soaked pussy, he leaned in and ran his tongue over the side of my neck. “You’re going to take care of all my men with that pretty little mouth of yours,” he grated, sending shivers down my pine.

Unshed tears burned my eyes from humiliation and arousal, making me tongue-tied. I could only nod in response. Suddenly, the don’s other hand left my hair and came down on my breast with a slap. “Answer me whore!” He growled and shoved two fingers deep in me at the same time and my pussy leaked as much as my eyes.

“Yes, Don,” I wept. “I will do anything you say. Just don’t hurt my husband.”

I felt his grin rather down see it as he pushed me back on my knees, placing his feet right under my pussy as if telling me to sit on his shoe. I had no choice and it felt like I was electrocuted when my clit ground over the smooth leather.

The don’s men lined up in front of me, their cocks hard and ready as my husband wept like a baby. At this time, I shoved my guilt and humiliation away, focusing on them as my pussy clenched in anticipation. They were all staring at me like I was some kind of object for their pleasure.

The first man stepped up and I opened my mouth to take him in. Behind me, Marcello stood with his fingers in my hair, guiding my head as the man slid his slim cock in, fucking my mouth. Beneath me, my hips were grinding furiously on Marcello’s shoe while I sucked him off. He was nowhere as thick or long as Marcello, actually no man I’d ever been with was as big as Marcello. Anyway, the cock in my mouth soon began thrusting erratically, swelling in my mouth, and just when he was about to cum, Marcello ordered him to pull out and I gasped as wet sticky cum splattered on my face and neck.

From the side, Steven let out a horrible groan and again, another man brought his cock into my mouth, fucking and using me like a whore. It was horrible, it was dehumanizing, I hated it but my pussy loved it. As Steven continued to cry, I sucked cock after cock, cum splattering on my face, never in my mouth. Marcello never allowed it.

Finally, after the last man came, Marcello stepped around and used his gloved hand to cup my chin. I could barely see at this point. My pussy had a heartbeat of its own and I was this close to begging for release but I couldn’t.

“You look so beautiful.” I heard him say and then he pressed his fingers into my cheek. The pain made me cry out and as my lips parted, he slid his cock back into my bruised throat. Gosh, it was painful but the hurt was nothing compared to the need building inside me. I needed his seed so badly I could cry. I wanted the hot milky spurt on my tongue, branding me as his despite the other men who had used me. It was twisted but I just knew a part of me would heal from this traumatic experience if he gave me his cum.

As he swelled in my mouth, my stomach tightened and an incredible orgasm slammed into me. I couldn’t believe it. My pussy throbbed and shockwaves ran through my body. Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck! I’d never come untouched before. Just then, the first spurt of his cum hit my tongue and a sweet salty taste filled my mouth.

Marcello grunted, his cock throbbing thickly as he emptied his load into my mouth. Like an automaton, I swallowed, my body trembling with pleasure.

“Yes, clean my cock, slut.” his words spurred me on and I ran my tongue over the length of it, lapping up every drop. When he began pulling out of my mouth, I mewled in frustration, leaning over to suck on his tip just a little more. I heard him let out a choked curse, moving away from me. I collapsed on the floor, in a puddle of cum, unable to even lift a finger.

That’s when I saw my husband too lying across from me, in a puddle of blood. My heart froze at first, tears springing to my eyes as I thought he was dead but when he opened his eyes and gazed at me with a defeated, yet hatred-filled look, relief and a fresh wave of humiliation slammed into me.

Distantly, I heard the scarred man clear his throat. “My men are satisfied and because of this your wife earned you five more days. I won’t be this lenient next time.”

I didn’t even see him leave but I knew he had when the room drastically leaked of tension... I lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, soaked in other mens’ releases while my husband silently sobbed, also on the floor, unable to look at me again.

My eyes burned with tears as dark spots began floating in my vision. I knew we would never be the same because even though it was over, I could still taste the Don’s semen in my mouth and a sick part of me…wanted more.

By the time I regained consciousness, the cum had dried on my body and Steven was gone. I felt a tightness in my chest as I struggled to sit up. He stood up from where he lay bleeding out and left me unconscious with the cum of different men on me.

This could only mean one thing.

Oh God. What have I done?