Sold to the mafia

Isaac

I set the small gift bag on the bathroom counter, the silk handles falling gently to one side as the steam fills the room. I’m not sure if this will work, but I’m hopeful. It’s a heavy anklet, two inches thick and studded with Swarovski crystals. I would have had it studded with diamonds if I intended on her keeping it, but I don’t.

I had two errands today, and both were successful in some ways. Although I feel cheated by the second. The first was to get this anklet. Easy enough. The second was to meet with my contacts deeper in the world Katia was once a part of. When she killed Carver Dario, she set off a chain reaction of events. His territory and contacts were vulnerable with him gone, leaving two rivals fighting for his territory. His cartel is completely shattered. The other men in her past-Master O, and Javier Pinzan–are dead. I fucking hate it. I had to know for sure, and the dental records confirmed it.

I wanted to kill them for her. I wanted them to truly suffer for what they did to her. Every last one of them.

They’re all dead, but I don’t know how to tell her. Worse, I don’t know if she should know. I’m not certain how it will affect her. I need to wait for the right time.

The soft, rhythmic sounds of Katia’s bare feet padding into the bathroom make me turn toward the open door. Although the room is hot with the steam from the shower already pouring out, her nipples are pebbled. As my eyes travel down her body, she’s still, her arms at her side. Her fingers are fidgety though, betraying her inner anxiety.

I know if she didn’t know any better, she’d want to cover herself. I’m just not sure which part of her body she could possibly feel the need to hide from me. I circle her once, making it that much more obvious that I’m assessing her. My steps are slow and deliberate.

I watch her face as I near the front of her again. Her eyes are closed for a long moment until she hears me step in front of her. Those soft, pale blue eyes, staring straight ahead and then sneaking a glance at my face. I let my eyes move slowly, waiting for a reaction.

As I focus on her slender shoulders, her body tenses. And I have my answer.

Her scars.

“You’re beautiful, Katia,” I say easily, unbuckling my pants with my eyes still lingering on her body. “Every inch of you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

My words aren’t enough. But I’ll prove to her I mean what I say. She’ll see her beauty. And if she detests her scars, I’ll take them away.

I won’t let her think she’s anything other than the gorgeous creature she is.

“Into the shower you go.” I shove my pants down and follow her to the other side of the spacious bathroom.

The river rock on the floor of the large shower stall travels up the wall. The rainfall showerhead and three side spouts are going at full steam.

Katia’s lush lips part as she steps under the warmth of the spray. Her skin turning pink and the water darkening her hair and spilling over her lips, her shoulders, her breasts.

She’s so fucking gorgeous. She only affords herself a moment before she opens her eyes and turns to face me, waiting for her next command.

I let her stand under the spray as I open a bottle of lavender and vanilla body wash and pour it into the palm of my hand. I slowly lather it, thinking about which inch of her I want to wash first.

“Spread your legs,” I say and barely breathe the command, but she instantly obeys.

I crouch down, the water pouring over my back as I massage her calves and work my way up her body. I keep moving in slow, soothing circles. As I rise and my fingers inch closer to the insides of her thighs, she closes her eyes, nearly falling backward and reaching out to steady herself by gripping my shoulder.

She almost pulls her hand away once she’s straightened herself again, but I hold her hand down and look into her eyes as I kiss just above her wrists. “Stay.”

With her breath coming in quickly, she nods her head and says, “Yes, Master.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I continue my ministration, working the lather over her body, teasing her sex slightly and grinning as her eyes heat with lust. She stays still as I massage her ass, taking great care to make sure she’s healing nicely, which she is. I suck her nipples, my dick hard and pressing into her soft curves. But only for a moment. I just want to see them reddened from my touch.

“Rinse and then get on your knees,” I give her the command while I pour the shampoo into my hand.

I massage the shampoo into her scalp while my dick brushes against her lips.

It’s a tease. Her lips slowly open until the head of my cock is being licked as I move slightly.

I shouldn’t allow her to tease me back. But I fucking love it.

“Lean back.”

She does as I ask, and the water rinses her hair clean. My fingers spear through her thick blonde locks.

I do the same with the conditioner, but I allow more of my cock to enter the heat of her mouth. She closes her lips around my head and gently sucks, a tingle of need shooting through me as her soft tongue runs the length of my slit accompanied by the soft vibrations of her moan.

As I pull her hair back slightly, she releases me to rinse the conditioner from her hair, and our eyes lock.

“Your turn, kitten,” I tell her reaching a hand down to help her up from her position.

She takes her time, grabbing the bar of hard milled soap and looking over my body. She’s aroused, but taking her task seriously. She lathers the bar, large suds covering her hands, before gently caressing my body.

I close my eyes, enjoying the strong motions from her small hands.

She works her hands over my shoulders as she stands on her tiptoes, and then moves them down my back and over my ass. I have to smile as she hesitates to move lower.

She moves in front of me, her eyes focused on my hard cock and quickly lathers her hands back up, and runs them over my chiseled abs. The look of desire reflected in her eyes makes me want to take her against the shower wall right now, but I stay still.

She moves lower, making her circles smaller and smaller until her hands wrap around my cock.

I let her stroke me a few times, loving the feel of it.

“Enough,” I say and admonish her.

Her eyes fly to mine and she stills, but nods her head and continues washing my legs.

I love both her desire and her obedience. And she’ll be rewarded for it soon enough.

It doesn’t take long until we’re both cleaned and I can turn the water off.

I grab a towel off the heated bench and pat her dry in the stall, opening the glass door to let the cooler air in.

Satisfied with her being patted down and quickly drying myself, I take her hand and lead her to the front of the sink.

Without speaking, I put her chain on her, kissing her neck. And then I attach the leash with the clip at the end, and fasten it to her clit. It’s tight enough to stimulate and stay attached, but not nearly anywhere near tight enough to cause any pain.

I tug it gently, outward from her stomach, watching the pleasure on her face as the chain round her neck pulls away from her, clinking softly and then pulls at her clit. Sending a bolt of pleasure through her body.

“You’ll wear both of these and nothing else in this house.”

My dick is nestled in her ass as I speak. The sight of her in my chains, even if they are thin and more like jewelry, makes me want to spill my cum deep inside of her.

But not yet. There’s one more thing, one very important addition.

I stand behind her, splaying my left hand on her lower belly and pulling her closer to me. “This is for you.” I hand her the gift bag with my right. “But you’ll need to put it on yourself.”

She turns to look at me over her shoulder, hesitantly taking the bag.

“Put it on now,” I tell her.

She quickly set the bag down on the counter, pulling out the large, black velvet box. She opens it slowly and then runs her fingers along the crystals.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“It’s for your ankle,” I tell her. Her body tenses for a moment, and recognition flashes in her eyes.

“You and you alone will put it on and take it off.” I swallow thickly, hoping this is going to work for her. “I’ll throw it away the moment you leave it. You can only take it off when you shower.”

“I don’t understand.”

“If you need to wear this at night, then you must wear it all day as well. If you don’t wear it, I’ll throw it away.”

“It’s a shackle?” she whispers.

“It’s yours. It’s whatever you want it to be.”

I give her a moment to let the rules and the meaning of the anklet to register. “Put it on,” I tell her.

She bends down and clasps it into place. It’s a little large on her and slips down, but firmly stays in place.

Once she stands, I pull her closer to me and kiss her neck, running my fingers through her folds. She’s no longer wet. But I’ll make it up to her.

I pull the chain at her stomach, reminding her of the chains she’s wearing that are mine. “This is how I want you while you’re home, unless I tell you otherwise.”

I kiss along her neck and nip her ear, looking between the soft curve of her neck and her pale blue eyes in the mirror.

I tug the chain again and I’m rewarded with a sweet moan of pleasure and arousal moistening her pussy.

I lead her with the chain to the large whirlpool tub in the middle of the bathroom, loving her soft whimpers. I sit on the edge and turn her so she’s facing away from me. The anklet clinks as I pull her down on top of me roughly, her back to my front, my dick hard and ready to be buried in her heat.

“Do you think you were a good girl today?” I whisper against her ear. My lips gently caress her sensitive skin and cause a shudder to go through her body.

“Yes, Master,” she answers with lust in her voice.

“You were,” I admit as I slam my hips up, shoving my cock deep inside her. She tries to buck forward out of instinct, but I keep her close to me, fucking her roughly and tugging at the chain.

Rewarding my kitten.

And sating us both.

* * *

“Katia, what does being a Master mean?” I ask her as she crawls under the covers.

“It means you have complete control over someone.”

“Is that what it means, kitten?” I ask her.

She clears her throat, looking as though she’s questioning her response. “There’s more to it than that,” she finally says.

“It’s very simple, kitten. Soon you’ll know.” Her eyes flash with disappointment as she takes in a heavy breath.

Sleep well, I tell her before turning off the lights and leaving her alone. Wearing my chain and contemplating what it truly means for me to be her Master.