A SLAVE FOR THE MAFIA HEIR

Chapter 5

Vivian’s POV

I pushed open the heavy double doors to my private sanctuary on the top floor of the Blackthorne estate, and the automatic lights bathed the room in a deep, blood-red glow that always makes me feel like a queen in her true domain.

This was my space. No one entered without my explicit permission. Not even my son Damon.

I let my silk robe slide off my shoulders, standing completely naked in front of the full-length mirrored wall. My body still looked damn good for a widow in her late forties.

My breasts was heavy and full, n*****s already hardening in the cool air. My waist had softened just enough to feel womanly, and my wide hips and thick ass spoke of experience and power. I ran my hands down my sides, squeezing my breasts briefly before turning my attention to my collection.

The large glass displayed case along the left wall gleamed with my arsenal of pleasure. Thick, realistic dildos in flesh tones and jet black, ranging from modest to monstrous.

Curved vibrators with pulsing beads. A row of sparkling jeweled butt plugs. Leather paddles, floggers, n****e clamps with diamond chains, silk ropes in every color, and my favorite — the thick glass dildo with brutal ridges.

In the corner sat my padded punishment bench with built-in restraints, and near the center of the room was my pride and joy: the custom sybian machine, silent for now but capable of reducing me to a screaming, soaking mess in minutes.

I’ve been a widow for twelve long years and after my husband’s “unfortunate” death, I decided I would never depend on any man for power, money, or pleasure again. But that doesn’t mean I denied myself. I take what I want, when I want it.

Tonight, toys alone won’t be enough. I craved the heat of real flesh. I craved the sound of a strong man groaning and begging under my control.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand and made a call.

“Send Bryan to my chambers. Immediately.” I ordered.

I didn’t wait for a reply. I poured myself a glass of aged whiskey and sat on the edge of my enormous bed, legs crossed, one foot swinging lazily.

Two minutes later, a firm knock echoed through the room.

“Come in.”

Bryan stepped inside, my late husband’s younger brother, tall, heavily muscled, scarred from years of violence in service to our empire. His eyes immediately darken with lust as they roamed over my naked body. He knew exactly why he was here.

“Lock the door,” I commanded. He obeyed instantly.

I sipped my whiskey slowly, letting him stand there in silence for a moment, making him wait. The anticipation was part of the game.

“Strip yourself,” I said. “Slowly.”

Bryan peeled off his black shirt, revealing his powerful chest and the many scars that marked him as one of my most useful weapons.

His pants followed, and his c**k sprung free — already hard, thick, and veined. Good. I liked him eager.

I stood up and walked over to him, trailing my nails down his chest.

“You’re going to serve me well tonight, Bryan. I’ve had a stressful week dealing with ungrateful allies and my son’s growing defiance. I need to f**k it out of my system.”

I grabbed his c**k firmly and stroke it a few times, feeling it throb in my palm. Then I push him down onto his knees.

“Worship me first.” I ordered and he didn’t hesitate.

Bryan buried his face between my thighs like a starving man. His tongue, already skilled from years of training.

He licked broad strokes along my p***y before sucking my c**t into his mouth. I moaned softly, threading my fingers through his hair and grinding against his face.

When I was wet enough, I pushed him away and climbed onto the bed.

“On your back.” He lay down. I straddled him, positioning my dripping p***y over his c**k.

I sunk down slowly, savoring every thick inch stretching me open. A deep, satisfied groan escaped my lips as I stroked up and down.

“f**k… ” I whispered.

I started riding him hard. My wide hips slam down repeatedly, my heavy breasts bouncing with every aggressive drop.

The sound of my ass slapping against his thighs echoes obscenely. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and f****d him like I owned him — because I did.

“Touch my t**s,” I ordered. “Harder!!.”

His rough hands squeezed my breasts, pinching my n*****s until sharp pleasure-pain shot through me. I moaned louder, riding him faster. But I wanted more.

I reached for the remote and activated the sybian beside the bed. The powerful machine hummed to life.

Still impaled on Bryan’s c**k, I shifted slightly and pressed my swollen c**t against the vibrating attachment. The dual sensation was devastating. My body jerked violently as intense pleasure crashed through me.

“Oh yes… f**k yes,” I growled, grinding harder against the sybian while continuing to bounce on his thick c**k.

I rode both him and the machine mercilessly. My second orgasm builded up quickly. My thighs began to tremble. I slam down harder, chasing the release until it exploded through me.

I cried out sharply, my p***y clenching rhythmically around his c**k as I cummed hard. But I didn’t stop. I kept grinding and riding through the waves, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure.

When the tremors finally subsided, I climbed off him. His c**k was painfully hard, dark red, and twitching.

I lie back against the silk pillows and spread my legs wide, giving him a perfect view of my soaked, swollen p***y.

My third orgasm riped through me even harder than the last. I arched off the bed, moaning loudly as my body convulsed with pleasure. My juices soaked the sheets beneath me.

“Crawl between my legs,” I say lazily. Bryan moved desperately. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to my p***y again.

“Clean me up with your tongue. Every drop.”

He devoured me eagerly, licking up my release while I occasionally grind against his face. Only when I was satisfied did I push him back.

“Now stroke that c**k. I want you to c*m on my tits.”

He knelt between my spread thighs, fist flying over his shaft. It only took a few seconds before he groaned like a wounded animal and explodes.

Thick, hot ropes of c*m splashed across my heavy breasts, my neck, and my collarbone.

I smiled wickedly, scooping some of his release with two fingers and bringing it to my lips. I tasted him slowly, savoring the salty flavor while he watched, panting.

“Good boy,” I murmured. “Now clean the rest.”

Bryan leaned down and licked every drop of his own c*m off my breasts and neck with long, obedient strokes of his tongue. When he finished, I pushed his head away.

“Get dressed and get out. I have important meetings tomorrow. And Bryan…” I added with a cold smile, “if you ever breathe a word of what happens in this room, I’ll have your tongue cut out before I feed you to the dogs. Understood?”

“Yes, Vivian.” He dressed quickly and left without another word.

I lie back in my luxurious bed, surrounded by my expensive toys and the scent of s*x, feeling completely satisfied and in control.

This is who I am. Not some pathetic grieving widow mourning a dead husband. I am Vivian Blackthorne — the true power behind this empire. I take what I want. I use who I want. And I destroy anyone who threatens what belongs to me.

My thoughts drifted to Elara. I smiled into the darkness, running my fingers over my c*m-smeared breasts one last time.

Tomorrow, the games continue but tonight… tonight I will sleep like a queen who just took exactly what she needed.