The Mafia Boss Who Captivated Me

LORENZO

I stretch my neck and it cracks. Work is busy and that makes me tense, but lucky for me, I have the perfect distraction. I type out a message to Mia that simply says, Library. Ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, like the good little sub I'm training her to be, she walks into the room.

"Come here." I nod, indicating the space between my thighs.

Her breathing grows faster as she approaches. She knows what I want. It's what I always want lately, and I can hardly believe I forgot the innate pleasure and power of having sex whenever and wherever. Mia has reawakened something in me that I thought I buried along with my wife.

"Bend over the desk," I order as she steps between my thighs. If she's bothered by the fact that I clearly only asked her in here so I could fuck her, she doesn't show it. Instead, she turns around and does exactly what I told her to do, laying her face flat against the wood. Running my hands up the curves of her juicy ass, I sink my teeth into my lip to stifle a groan and yank her dress up over her hips. "Spread your legs for me."

She does so without hesitation, revealing the unmistakable damp spot on her pale pink panties. My aching cock weeps for her.

I run my fingertip down her slit, making her shiver. "Something got you wet, sunshine?"

"Y-yes," she whimpers, squirming.

"Have you been touching yourself?"

"No, Sir."

Tugging the cotton aside, I drag my pointer finger through her dripping folds. "Then why are you this wet?"

"I was thinking about this morning." She stifles a giggle. "And then you ordered me in here, and I knew-" I push a finger inside her hot channel and she gasps. "You knew all I wanted was to fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir." Face pressed against my desk, she pushes her ass back onto my hand and takes more of my finger inside her.

I push deeper, enjoying the sensation of her pussy squeezing me and knowing I'll soon get to feel her pulse around my cock. "And that doesn't bother you?" She lets out a breathy moan. "Not at all, Sir."

"Good girl." I slide my finger out of her, and every inch comes out thick with her arousal.

She whimpers my name, and my balls pulse with desperation to claim her. My cock throbs and my head spins as every drop of blood in my body rushes south. I fumble for my belt, blinded by an insatiable desire to fuck her until her screams and moans fill the library. I stare down at my compliant little submissive, waiting patiently for her master to fuck her. My belt buckle jangles as I wrench it free from its leather confines.

Mia gasps. Every muscle in her body goes rigid. "C-cantaloupe."NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I freeze, my cock straining to be released from my zipper-aching to be inside her. Sinking into my chair behind me, I silently curse my recklessness. I was so desperate to fuck her that I forgot to take care of her.

She remains locked in place, completely motionless. Taking hold of her hips, I gently tug her toward me, and she offers no resistance when I pull her onto my lap. "Come here, tesoro." She curls her trembling body against me, bringing her knees up to her chest and nestling close.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold tight and press my lips against the side of her head. "I got you, sunshine." My breath dusts through her hair, dislodging notes of jasmine and citrus. God, she even smells like sunshine and summer. She doesn't speak but covers her face as tears drip from her jawline onto the silky skin of her chest. I gently take her hands in one of mine and pull them to her lap. "You don't need to hide yourself from me."

She sucks in a deep, bone-shaking breath just before a giant sob rips through her entire body. I pull her tighter and she presses her face to my shirt, soaking the thin material with her tears. Murmuring words of comfort, I let her pour all the hurt and pain onto my chest and wish that I could take away all her bitter memories.

No man will ever hurt her again. And any man who tries...

My jaw aches, anger and injustice burning through my veins, but something stronger settles in my bones. Her pain leaches into me and awakens a deeper emotion. An instinct I've suppressed for too long snakes its way to the surface, demanding that I remember the man I was born to be. It is my job to protect her, to chase away her demons. I will hold her while she fights this battle raging inside her and help her to realize her true strength.

Because of Mia, I reclaim the man I once was and thought I could never be again. As her tears soak through my shirt and onto my chest and she clings to me like I'm the only anchor in her storm, a newfound peace settles over me. This, right here, is where I'm meant to be.

***

Mia cried in my arms for a full half hour before she stopped enough that I risked carrying her to bed. I lay her on the bed and she sniffs loudly, roughly swatting at her cheeks. Lying beside her, I brush away her tears with the pad of my thumb. "I'm sorry. I hate crying."

I narrow my eyes. "Why?"

"It used to m-make him super m-mad ..." She sucks in a huge breath. "He hated it. He said it was me m-manipulating him."

Anger rolls in my gut, and I wish that piece of shit wasn't already dead. "Crying is a perfectly safe and natural way to release emotion and tension, Mia."

"Hmm." She blinks, staring at the ceiling. Then she rolls onto her side and faces me. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For understanding what I needed. For not getting mad."

I cup her cheek in my hand. "For that, you never have to thank me, sunshine."

She sinks her teeth into her lush bottom lip, and I have to remind my still-aching cock that this isn't the time. "I just know that you wanted to ... in your office ... I guess I'm not very good at this submissive thing."

A sigh heaves from my chest. I forgot how exhausting and complex training a new sub can be. "Listen to me, Mia. We have a power exchange in our relationship, but that doesn't mean there's a power imbalance. Do you understand the difference?"

Her cheeks flush pink. "Yes."

"There is no circumstance where my needs outweigh yours. There will never be a time when I'll be angry at you for feeling something you have no control over, for not wanting sex, for using your safe word. Never."

Confusion pinches that spot between her brows.

"Using your safe word when you need to is a good thing."

"It is?"

"That's what they're for."

"I guess. I just... I feel like I keep failing."

I press my forehead against hers. "No, tesoro, I failed you. I forgot about the belt. That's what happened, right?"

"Yes." She breathes the word like a sigh of relief. "I knew you weren't going to use it, I just ... the sound... it made me ..."

"I know."

"His belt was his favorite thing to hit me with. It had this huge buckle. When I'd hear him opening it..." She starts to cry again, and I wrap her in my arms, pissed at myself for not realizing that taking off my belt like that might spook her. "We're going to fix your fear of belts, sunshine."

She looks up at me, eyes so full of trust that my heart beats faster. "How?"

"You'll see," I tell her with a wink.

My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket, interrupting the moment. Fishing it out, I glance at the screen and see it's a call I need to take, but I have no intention of leaving her right now.