Sold To The Mafia King

Chapter 15

“I need a room to change into” I picked up the outfit, turning to check if there was a room or door I could change in.

“No. No. Not when I saw you naked this morning”. Then this devilish smirk appeared on his lips. “Strip for me!!”.

I swallowed hard.

Tears almost forming in my eyes.

I wanted to go home.

Beneath this trouser and hoodie I had on I was totally naked.

I started with the buttons on the trouser, then took the trouser of my body letting the hoodie be the only thing that covered me up to my ass.

He took another puff from his smoke, eyes solely on me.

Watching me.

Learning me.

The smoke curled around him, making him look even more dangerous.

Then I took off the hoodie. Exposing my bare figure completely to him.

Nothing covered me.

My bare p***y to his prying eyes.

Despite me feeling sorry for myself and almost crying my eyes out to him, my n*****s were getting hard.

I didn't know if it was from the chilled air in the room or from the way his eyes were up my body.

But there was something incredibly hot about the way his eyes roamed my body.

Heat had begun to pull down there. I had begun to feel the folds in between my legs clenching.

I bit on my inner lips to hold myself back. Scared that I might moan his name even without being touched.

So I picked up the fit on the floor and put it on.

Each piece exactly my size.

The lace on the piece, offered no protection at all.

It could barely even cover the swell of my breasts well, and the thong went so high over my hips that the cool air of the underground room brushed harshly against my wet, folds that were beginning to ache so much.

I couldn't look him in the eye.

Or should I say I didn't want to look at him in the eye.

Scared that he would see every inch of pleasure my body craved from him.

I desperately wanted to hide from him.

But I couldn't go anywhere.

I couldn't run.

There was no chance in hell I could escape here. Especially with the number of guards out there.

so instead I kept my gaze at the pole.

While my hands gripped so hard on it not minding the cool metal, and letting my body move with instinct.

"Look at me," his deep, commanding voice sliced through the silence.

Drawing my attention back to him.

He brought the blunt close to his lips, but he didn't smoking it anymore.

At this point l, His full attention was locked onto the space between my thigh.

Yes! And I mean his eyes trailed directly in my p***y, while he watched the slow sway of my hips.

At this point my f*****g p***y almost started dripping hot juice that could literally burn me up.

At this point I just wanted to bend over at my little cunt and ask it why it would be betrayong me.

But it would look terrifying and be absolutely degrading, for him to find out any of this.

But the heat that was pooling down there was making my thighs tremble with a desperate, shameful pulse.

"You're wet," he stated calmly, though the muscle in his jaw twitched.

That particular word made me pulse.

And I could swear my face had drained off all the blood from it.

How the hell did he know? I was screaming in my f*****g head.

But he continued not even giving me time to wrap my head around it.

"For a woman who claims she wants to go home, your body says something entirely different."

I honestly want to go home. I hated being here. But how would he believe it when my body keep betraying me, like he owned it.

"It's hot in here," I lied, my voice dropped to a breathy whisper as I slid down the pole.

That was such a stupid lie but that was the only thing my head could come up with.

The air here was f*****g cool. He and I knew it.

Urrgghhh!! Stop asking these questions!

"It's not. It's definitely cool in here," Alonzo said, leaning forward in his chair and the shadow fell away from his face, revealing the dark hunger in his expression. "Come here.”

His words were thick and certain.

Like he knew what he wanted and what he could do to me.

Like he knew that the moment he said those words, my body would obey! And just crawl to him.

And honestly it did.

I was already dripping hard! Already pulsing that if he looked harder towards my c**t he would see the rythmic beat.

My n*****s had gotten hard as stone.

My heart was racing.

I wanted to myself or rather let his hands touch me.

I wanted his fingers on my c**t rubbing thumb just above the entrance of my cunt.

I wanted to know how his tongue would feel on my skin.

Drawing lines and circles on it straight down till it reached my p***y.

Till I felt his hot breath on the folds of my….

Before i knew it my legs started moving.

Straight to him. Like it was just waiting to hear that voice.

I got to where he sat but stood a little bit distant.

I didn't know what he wanted. Plus I didn't trust him.

Despite the crazy way my body reacted to him, my brain still worked.

I wasn't going to let him.

Urgh…. That felt good.

I closed my eyes tightly.

The friction between my legs felt good.

So damn good that I literally felt more juice stain the line of the little panty I was putting on.

Then all of a sudden it was gone.

I open my eyes immediately.

What the f**k just happened.

Then again he did it again.

Rubbing that cane against my fold slowly.

My n*****s had gotten so hard that I felt it push against the fabrics.

“I want to see you rub yourself” he commanding voice came more like an additional sweetness to what I was feeling.

I promise you I tried!

I f*****g tried!

But it was like body my had now betrayed me, because my fingers slid through the edges of my pant, down to my folds and to my c**t.

Damn! I was so moist down there.

And I felt embarrassed in my head.

He was supposed to be the bad person.

He was supposed to be the physco that held me at gun point and forced me to suck him off.

He was supposed to be one of the people I was supposed to go after their life someday.

But no.

He just had a way of making me do whatever he wanted.