Page 6 of Daddy's Mad Love
“Ah, mio tesoro.” My treasure. The translation automatically zipped across my mind. Giacomo nipped my neck, his fingers pinched my nipple, and tears stung my eyes at the tiny pinches of pain, as well as the endearment. “They cannot. They belong to me. Just like you.”
I whimpered. Chief Barnes and Bruce both looked away, averting their eyes as I cast my gaze between them, silently begging either of them to intervene—to save me.
If Giacomo hadn’t outed me as a mafia Don’s granddaughter, would they have stopped him?
Did it matter?
Either way, I clearly had no standing with them anymore, no protection. They were exactly as my grandfather had described. Paid for Pawns.
Just like me. I was a pawn and had no doubt I’d been paid for. Sold. That was how my grandfather operated. He’d sold me to Giacomo DiNardo.
“Let me show you,” Giacomo said, and I found myself being moved to the side, then pushed forward.
I gasped as he bent me over the table, facing Chief Barnes and my former beau. They were still watching without actually looking at me, silent witnesses of how easily Giacomo overpowered me and proof no one would help me. My breast still throbbed from where he’d touched me, my nipples pebbled and hard.
My helpless position, pinned down in front of him, sent a shocking surge of heat through me. Even though I hated everything he represented, already hated him, I was also more aroused than I had ever been in my life. No one had ever touched me so familiarly, so intimately. No one had fondled me the way he had. He’d known exactly what he was doing.
When he lifted my skirt, revealing the tops of my stockings and my garters, I tried to push up from the table, but his hand pressed on the center of my back. There was literally nothing I could do to stop him.
“Stop,” I begged. As much as I didn’t want him to touch me, I didn’t want him to know what his touch had already done to me. “Please, stop!”
I cried out when his fingers brushed against the wet fabric stretched over my netherlips, the touch shocking and humiliating.
“Ah… already wet for me, cara?” The amusement in his voice was evident, and I flushed with shame.
Movement distracted me, and I looked up to see Bruce storming out of the room on the other side of the glass. For a moment, hope rose, thinking he was going to come through the door of this room to save me, but when a few seconds went by, and he didn’t appear, that hope died. No one was going to stop Giacomo DiNardo from touching me.
No one would save me from marrying him.
Fingers pushed past my sodden underwear and stroked through sensitive folds that had never known any touch but my own. I cried out, shutting my eyes against the shame, against Chief Barnes’ gaze, against Bruce’s absence, leaving me with nothing to look at, nothing to distract me from the sensation of fingers caressing slick, sensitive flesh, stroking me knowingly, intimately.
“No!” I protested against the sensations rising inside me, my voice breaking on a sob. I was guilty of the sin of self-abuse, even occasionally reveled in it as a kind of rebellion against my strict upbringing, but it had never felt like this—never felt this good.
Where I had tentatively explored, Giacomo boldly caressed, and where I had lightly fondled, Giacomo brazenly probed. He pushed a finger inside me, and my body clenched around him, shocked at the intrusion yet unable to deny the heat curling inside me.
He leaned over me, his large body pressing me down onto the table, his finger moving in and out of me. Invading me. Claiming me.
“You are going to be my wife, cara,” he whispered in my ear, his finger pushing deeper, punctuating his words. “I will touch you however I want, whenever I want.” His deep, low chuckle sent a shudder up my spine. “And no one will stop me… especially not you.”
Teeth nipped my ear, sucking on the lobe, and his finger twisted inside me. Something rubbed up against the little pleasure nub at the apex of my womanhood, and I cried out as the humiliation, the heat, the shock, and the pleasure came together in a crashing, shameful burst of ecstasy.
Tears leaked from my closed eyes, my degradation complete as I climaxed all over his hand.
3
Jack
What an exquisite treasure my future wife was.
Strong enough to run from her grandfather, smart enough to make it on her own, and sweetly submissive to my sexual dominance. I doubted she’d agree that last was a virtue, but to me, it meant we were even more well-matched than I realized. Likely, she’d put up a fight about it in the future—today, I had caught her off-kilter and unprepared. I looked forward to future tussles since I had no doubt who would win. She was smart enough to realize it as well, but she was a fighter. Good thing I enjoyed a challenge.
Unsheathing my fingers from the wet, clutching walls of her pussy, I lifted them to my mouth for a quick lick. Sweet and just a hint of salt, she was delicious. With her skirt hiked up around her waist, her garters pressing into the curves of her ass, pussy wet and swollen from my attentions, it took a great deal of willpower not to take her here and now, but I was a traditionalist.
I wouldn’t have sex with her until our wedding night. Besides, I didn’t want to overwhelm her. She was already struggling with everything I’d done to her while Chief Barnes looked on. Hmm.
Jerking my head at him, I indicated he should leave the room where he’d been stationed. I would give her that small amount of comfort—she would be able to put herself to rights without him watching.
Moving to the side of the table she was facing, her eyes shut, lips slightly parted, I pushed my wet fingers into her mouth. Immediately, her eyes flew open, and she jerked her head back. I didn’t stop her. One day, she would lick her cream off my fingers, but it didn’t need to be today. I was far more likely to be bitten if I pressed the issue, then I’d have to punish her, and that wasn’t how I wanted to leave things. No, I wanted to leave her with her pussy swollen and satisfied and the taste of her own pleasure on her tongue. Those two things had been accomplished.