A GOOD GIRL'S RUIN(Erotic Stories Collection)

Chapter 6

“You’re ours now, Sofia. All ours.”

Mallory’s words wrapped around me like a warm promise as I lay beside her, Lorenzo’s c*m still leaking from my p***y. I turned into her embrace, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, hearts still racing. Lorenzo watched us with dark, satisfied eyes before climbing off the bed to settle some work issues.

I and Mallory lay tangled together for somewhile but the heat between us never fully faded. Soon, Mallory was kissing me again, deeper this time, her tongue claiming my mouth while her fingers traced lazy circles over my sensitive c**t.

I couldn’t get enough.

I flicked my tongue on her sensitive bud over and over and reached my hand between my thighs to rub myself off at the same time.

“Eat my p***y,” Mallory moaned, grasping my hair to hold me in place and bucking her hips back and forth to ride my face. “God, just like that, Sofia. You’re going to make me…” Her legs trembled around my shoulders, her p***y pulsing as moans escaped her lips. “Yes!”

Legs shaking, Mallory cried out and came all over my face. Then she flipped me over onto my back and crawled on top of me, pressing her raspberry-colored lips against mine again. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, her teeth gently biting down on my lower lip. She dipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my c**t, her breasts swaying against mine.

“My turn,” she said, kissing down my body, then burying her face between my legs. She placed my left leg on her shoulder and pushed the other one further away against the bed to spread them. Her tongue flicked out against my c**t again, making me squirm.

Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly.

“What do we have here?” Lorenzo asked.

I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Lorenzo walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Mallory, who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.

“Go back to eating her cunt, doll,” Lorenzo commanded, unbuttoning his shirt, his dark eyes back on me. “I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sofia squirm for you.”

I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Mallory. She crawled closer up the bed toward me on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my c**t.

Lorenzo rested one knee on the bed behind Mallory, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his c**k, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my c**t.

Every time Lorenzo plowed into her from behind, her t**s swayed against my thighs, her hard n*****s making me clench. I laced my hand into her hair and tugged on it to pull her closer to me, the pressure rising in my core.

“More,” I whispered, arching my back.

God, I was close. So close.

“Don’t come,” Lorenzo growled, fingers curling into Mallory’s hips.

“Come for me,” Mallory dared me, her fingers stroking my G-spot and her tongue flicking my c**t back and forth at just the right rhythm. “Don’t listen to my husband. Come all over my face, Sofia.”

“If either of you cums, I’ll f*****g punish you for it.”

“You’re getting so tight for me,” Mallory murmured. “I know you want to.”

“Mallory,” Lorenzo growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her off my aching p***y.

But her fingers were still inside me, thrusting in and out and vibrating the bundle of nerves that would soon make me explode.

“Are you disobeying me?” he continued, eyes hooded. “Do you need me to show Sofia how I punish you to keep your filthy”—he wrapped his free hand around her chin—“little”—he stuck his fingers between her lips—“mouth in line?”

Mallory stared down at me, brows drawn together in pleasure, and continued moving her slender fingers inside my tightening hole. She knew that I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to come,” she said to me, big brown eyes wide, “when you do.”

Unable to stop, I threw my head back as a leg-trembling orgasm ripped through my body. My chest moved up and down, breaths quicker by the second. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and pulled them up. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through me.

Mallory grinned wickedly down at me, then threw her head back and came on her husband. Our moans drifted through the large high-rise apartment in the middle of the city. She pulled her fingers out of my cunt and stuck them into her mouth.

I relaxed against the mattress, ecstasy rushing through me.

“I warned you,” Lorenzo said, pulling out of her.

Lorenzo tugged me up roughly with one hand and grabbed Mallory in his other. With her wild hair all over the place, she shuffled beside him and glanced toward a room that neither of them had let me into since this little thing had started.

Lorenzo stopped in front of the door, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked it, pushing it open with the tip of his shoe, his c**k still hard and swollen between his legs. As soon as he shoved us into the room, the dim lights turned on.

Thick chains and cuffs hung from each wall. My eyes widened slightly, taking in the toys on the dresser in the far corner. Lorenzo brought me to one wall and locked the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, spreading me apart. Then he did the same to Mallory on the opposite wall.

“Your punishment will be worse than hers, doll,” Lorenzo said. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. “The next time we go out, I will dress you. No wearing those expensive clothes from Barneys. A brat like you gets fabric so cheap that all your little girlfriends will judge you for it.”

To my surprise, Mallory snapped her mouth shut and stared up at Lorenzo with wide eyes. They exchanged a few private words with just their eyes.

“Do you understand me?” Lorenzo asked, sharp jaw clenched.

“Yes,” Mallory whispered.

“Now…” Lorenzo said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Mallory, inserting one between her dripping p***y lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other come over and over…and over again until I think you’ve had enough.”

After securing the vibrator inside of her, Lorenzo walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen c**t and to my entrance. My p***y was so wet that it slid right in and filled me up.

I whimpered slightly, my n*****s aching, and looked up at him desperately.

“Please,” I whispered.

Instead of giving me what I needed, he stepped back, pulled out his phone, and tapped a button on an app. My body jolted as strong vibrations shot through me.

Glancing over at Mallory, I watched her naked body struggle against the cuffs and chains, her breasts bouncing slightly, mouth parted in delight.

Lorenzo shuffled backward a few feet, then turned toward the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Have fun, girls.”

Lorenzo left us chained to the walls with vibrators stuffed deep inside. We had been here for what must’ve been over an hour now, coming over and over again.

Every vibration thrust me higher. I threw my head back and glanced at the wall-length mirror on the side of the room, knowing it probably wasn’t a regular mirror — it was his way of watching us.

My p***y tightened, and I moaned loudly. Wave after wave of delight rushed through me.

“He’s watching us,” I breathed, glancing over at the puddle of c*m underneath Mallory. “Isn’t he?”

Instead of looking at the mirror, she stared at me and curled her pink lips into a soft smile. “Don’t look over at him, Sofia. Don’t give him the satisfaction. You watch me as I come, then come with me,” she said, body convulsing. “Please, come with me.”

Chained on the opposite side, I stared at Mallory and truly admired her body for the first time. Dark brown hair cascaded past her shoulders. Huge brown eyes watched me. Her breasts bounced with every vibration. “You’re so f*****g sexy,” I whispered, my p***y tightening on the vibrator again.

Mallory intently watched my body, her eyes lingering on my swollen c**t and sopping p***y.

The more she eyed me, the closer I got. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please, Mallory, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I’m about to come again.”

“Not yet,” she whispered, legs trembling. “Hold off. I’m so close, baby.”

Just before she could give permission, the door opened. Completely dressed again in his suit, Lorenzo stepped in. He walked straight to me and pulled the vibrator out of my p***y before I could come again.

He positioned himself so Mallory could see everything, then placed his fingers against my aching c**t. My legs jerked, my empty p***y clenching desperately.

“Your c**t is swollen, Sofia,” he murmured, gently circling it. He pressed his hardness against my thigh and growled into my ear, “We’re going to try this again. You’re not going to come until I tell you that you can.” With his free hand, he captured my n****e between two fingers. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed, legs shaking.

“I know my wife is sexy, but I’m the boss both inside and outside this bedroom.” He gently sucked on the skin underneath my ear. “You come when I tell you to from now on. Not her.”

Desperately trying to hold back my orgasm, I nodded. “Okay.”

“Watch my wife,” he murmured, tugging on my n****e and making me moan softly.

Mallory was watching her husband skillfully touch my folds.

“She’s going to come for me on command, and then you’ll learn to do the same thing.”

I swallowed hard and stared at his profile, unable to believe that I was really here with a Mafia boss and his wife. Out of all the women in the world they could’ve had, they’d chosen me; they wanted me.

He turned back to me, lips curling into a smirk. His eyes were as dark as I imagined they’d be when he was holding a gun to someone’s head, threatening to pull the trigger, and killing them dead.

“Doll,” Lorenzo called, his dark gaze still focused on me, “c*m for me.”

On command, Mallory threw her head back and screamed louder than I’d ever heard her. Body convulsing, she tugged on the chains and cried out in pleasure, drawing her legs together as much as she could.

Pleasure coursed through my body at the mere sight of her. My p***y tightened, and I squeezed my eyes closed, forcing myself to take steady breaths so I wouldn’t explode all over Lorenzo’s fingers.

“Please,” I whispered to him. “Can I c*m?”

There was a moment of complete silence.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

I opened my eyes and stared into that cold and callous gaze. “Please.”

Pressure rose even higher in my core. I dug my fingernails into my palm and whimpered. He stepped back from me and walked over to Mallory, taking out her vibrator, undoing his belt, then pulling out his c**k. Once he undid the chains around her ankles, he lifted her legs into the air and positioned himself against her entrance.

When he slipped himself inside her, I whimpered again. I didn’t even have a vibrator inside me anymore, but just watching him f**k her was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to last.

“Oh God,” Mallory moaned.

He pounded into her tight hole, his c**k becoming wetter and wetter with every thrust.

“Cover my d**k in your c*m, doll,” he commanded Mallory, tucking some hair behind her ear. “So I can push it into our little toy, who’s convulsing over there, and make her feel good.” He grasped her jaw and forced her to look at me. “Look at her struggling, on the brink of coming.”

He stuck three fingers into her mouth, the same fingers that had played with me. She sucked on them, her saliva dripping down her chin. “Please,” she begged him. “God, please, let me come. She tastes so good.”

After he stuck his fingers deeper into her mouth, he whispered something into her ear that I couldn’t hear. Then, she threw her head back and came while staring at me, spit rolling off her parted lips.

Once her body slowly relaxed, Lorenzo pulled out of her and walked over to me. He took off the chains around my ankles and grasped my hips, pulling me toward him and positioning himself at my entrance.

“Beg for my c**k, covered in my wife’s cum.”

I stared down at Mallory’s thick juices covering his throbbing c**k, his head centimeters from my entrance. My core tightened even more, and I whimpered again, desperate to come on him too.

“Please, give it to me, Lorenzo. Please, I need it.”

He grasped my hips and shoved himself into me hard one time. “Cum.”

I parted my lips, wanting to scream out loud, but the pleasure was almost too much to bear. My legs trembled uncontrollably as I came all over his c**k on the first thrust. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me.

Lorenzo pulled out of me, unhooked his wife from her chains, and forced her to drop to her knees. “If Sofia tastes so good, suck her off me,” he commanded.

She wrapped her mouth around his d**k and sucked me off him, cheeks drawn in tightly. He laced his hand through her hair and shoved himself as deeply as he could get. He threw his head back and grunted, hips convulsing. When he finally came, he pulled out of her and undid my restraints.

“Have you girls learned your lesson?” he asked.

My lips curled into a soft smile, and I glanced over at Mallory, who had the same smirk on her face. I guessed that we hadn’t, and the only thing left to do was to have him teach us again and again.