FILTHY C*MSL*T COLLECTIONS

MY MAFIA BOSS’S CO€K IS MY NEW DADDY’S CO€K 9

Chapter 9

Harper’s POV

“I can’t let you go tonight,” Luca said, his voice low and rough right against my ear, sending a fresh shiver straight down my spine that made my bare p***y clench hard under that tiny leather skirt.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared up at the massive mansion looming in front of us, all sleek glass and sharp lines lit up against the dark sky.

Mum’s text still glowed on my phone screen but right now all I could feel was the heat rolling off Luca’s body and the way my thighs were already slick again from how he’d been fingering me the whole ride here.

This was crazy. He was about to be my stepdad and instead of running I was standing here dripping for him like some desperate slut who couldn’t get enough.

He took my hand without another word and pulled me toward the front door, his grip firm and warm around my wrist.

The second we stepped inside the cool air of the house hit my skin and I sucked in a sharp breath because everything looked expensive as hell, marble floors, huge chandeliers, and that same dark cologne smell that always made my stomach tighten.

Luca didn’t give me time to look around much.

He led me straight down a long hallway, his steps confident like he owned every inch of this place which he obviously did.

We stopped in front of a heavy black door at the end of the corridor and he pushed it open slowly.

I stepped in behind him and my eyes widened so fast I felt them sting.

The room was painted deep red, walls almost glowing under soft dim lights, and everywhere I looked there was s*x stuff laid out like some twisted playground.

Dildos of every size and shape lined one shelf, shiny and thick, some curved, some ridged.

Next to them sat n****e clamps with little vibrating bullets attached, black leather chokers with metal rings, heavy chains hanging from hooks on the wall, whips with different tails, paddles, ropes, blindfolds, butt plugs in different sizes, spreader bars, and a big padded bench with straps in the corner.

My feet froze right there on the spot.

“Sir… what the f**k is this place?” I whispered, my voice coming out breathy and shaky as my gaze darted from one toy to the next.

My n*****s tightened against the thin crop top just from looking at all of it and a fresh trickle of wetness slid down my inner thigh because my body was clearly a traitor.

I had seen rooms like this in those late night movies I watched alone in my bed, the ones where girls got tied up and used until they screamed, but seeing it for real made my knees feel weak and my p***y throb even harder.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead he stepped behind me and pressed his hard body against my back, his thick bulge rubbing slowly right against my ass through his pants.

The heat of his c**k made me push back without thinking, grinding my bare p***y against nothing but air while his hands slid up my sides.

“Daddy…” he paused looking at me. “Call me daddy”

“Get in,” he added low, giving me a firm push forward so I stumbled a couple steps deeper into the red room.

Daddy, the word felt forbidden in my head without saying it Lou.

The door clicked shut behind us with a heavy final sound that made my pulse spike.

My legs felt weak but I kept moving until I reached the big leather chair in the middle of the room, the kind with restraints built into the arms and legs.

I turned to look at him, my breath coming faster now.

“Luc-D-daddy, I’ve seen s**t like this in movies but… this is real. You actually use all this stuff on girls?”

Luca smirked as he walked over to me, his eyes dark and hungry.

He reached down and grabbed the hem of my crop top, pulling it up and off in one smooth move so my t**s bounced free, n*****s already hard and poking out.

“Sit down, Harper. Spread your legs for me.”

I sat down on the cool leather, my short skirt riding up so my bare p***y was completely exposed.

My heart was racing so fast I could hear it in my ears.

“What are you gonna do to me?” I asked, my voice cracking a little even though my body was already leaning forward like it wanted whatever came next.

He didn’t say anything. He just pulled his own shirt off, revealing that hard chest and the muscles that flexed every time he moved.

Then he grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs from a nearby table and walked straight toward me.

My eyes went wide.

“What are you doing with those?” I asked, shifting on the chair as he got closer. He still didn’t answer.

He just took my wrists one by one and clicked the handcuffs around them, locking my arms to the sides of the chair so I couldn’t move them much.

Then he picked up two shiny n****e clamps with little vibrating bullets on them and held them up so I could see.

“These are gonna look pretty on you,” he said, his voice rough as he leaned down and pinched my left n****e hard between his fingers, rolling it until it stood out even more. I gasped loud, my back arching off the chair.

He attached the first clamp, the metal biting down tight on my sensitive n****e and sending a sharp jolt straight to my c**t.

“f**k, daddy, that hurts… but it feels good too.”

He did the same to the right one, clamping it on so both my n*****s were trapped in the tight grip, the little vibes buzzing low against my skin.

My t**s felt heavy and sensitive now, every small movement making the clamps tug and send sparks through me.

“Oh s**t… they’re buzzing,” I moaned, my thighs pressing together as much as the chair allowed.

Luca dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs wide apart with his strong hands so my soaked p***y was right in front of his face.

“Look at this messy cunt. Already dripping all over the chair for me.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue slow and flat from my entrance all the way up to my swollen c**t, licking up every drop of my wetness.

I screamed right away, the sound tearing out of me loud and raw because the clamps on my n*****s made everything feel ten times stronger.

“Luca! f**k… your tongue feels so good,” I cried out, my hips bucking up toward his mouth even though the handcuffs kept my arms pinned.

He didn’t go fast.

He took his time, sucking my c**t into his mouth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue while the vibes on my n*****s buzzed harder when he clicked a remote in his hand.

My whole body jerked, t**s bouncing, milk starting to leak around the edges of the clamps because he was squeezing my breasts at the same time.

“Please… more… suck it harder,” I begged, my voice breaking as he pushed two thick fingers inside my p***y and curled them deep, stroking that spot that made my toes curl tight.

He ate me like he was starving, tongue lapping and swirling, lips sucking my folds while his fingers pumped in and out with wet squelching sounds that filled the whole red room.

The clamps tugged on my n*****s with every breath I took and the vibrations kept getting stronger, making my c**t throb like crazy against his tongue.

I was screaming nonstop now, head thrown back, hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

“Daddyyy… I’m getting close… f**k don’t stop… your mouth is gonna make me c*m so hard.” My p***y clenched around his fingers, juices coating his chin and dripping down onto the leather seat.

He kept edging me, slowing down every time I got right to the edge, pulling his tongue back just enough to leave me whimpering and desperate.

“Hold it,” he muttered against my cunt, his voice vibrating through me.

“Don’t you dare c*m yet, babygirl. I want you to shake first.”

But I couldn’t hold it. The clamps were buzzing full force on my n*****s, milk leaking down my t**s, his tongue flicking my c**t fast and his fingers f*****g me deep and I just lost it.

My p***y spasmed hard and I came screaming, rubbing my soaked cunt all over his face in frantic circles while my whole body shook and clear fluid gushed out of me, soaking his mouth and chin.

Luca pulled back just enough, his face shiny with my c*m, eyes dark as he looked up at me.

“I told you not to c*m”