The Mafia Boss Loves Strippers

Back to Where We Started

    "Y-you think you...you... what?" I felt like I was frozen, but I was burning at the same time

    "I'm sorry, I should not have said anything." 

    Morgan was always more openly emotional than me, but this time she did not want me to see her cry. I tried to convince Morgan to stay, but she would just push me away. I never thought that Morgan and I would ever stop being friends, but...

    "Aw shit, it's definitely over now." I sighed

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   It's 8:00 pm, and I called Grayson to tell him what happened between Morgan and me. Who would've thought that this scary-ass man would be my therapist? I guess as time went by me and Grayson relationship grew stronger.

"So, you mean to tell me that your best friend is now your lover?" He's giggling like a little girl

"Shut up, Grayson! This is serious!" I yelled

"It's not that big of a deal; just tell her you don't feel the same." He says while letting out a big sigh

    At this point, I'm crying out of stress. If things get weird between Morgan and meI, I won't have a work buddy. I also won't have anyone to rant to about my girl problems or have anyone to rewatch 'Mean Girls' for the hundredth time. I think Grayson could hear the hurt in my voice because he began to comfort me properly.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he said in a soft voice, "I'm sure you two will be back to normal by next week."

"Yeah, maybe you're right, Grayson." I let out a sigh, and I stretch because I'm ready to go to bed

Grayson and I were talking for hours, and I had plans in the morning.

"I'll talk to you later. I have a big day ahead of me." I tell him

"Okay, I'll see you soon." He says

When Grayson said he'll see me soon, I thought he meant when I'm at work or for a date or to fuck. I thought that until I heard a knock at my door.

"Who is it?!" I try to say in a deep, scary voice to intimidate any possible intruders 

"It's Britney, bitch." Of course, it's Grayson's goofy ass

 I opened the door to see him holding a basket full of snacks and a teddy bear.

"What is all this?" I ask him

"What? Can't a guy treat his lovely lady who's in sorrow?" He smirks at me. God, I hate that smirk.

Before I let him in, I looked him up and down. He's wearing grey sweatpants, a white wifebeater, and I can almost see the print of his you-know-what. I hate to admit it, but I was turned on. I know he and I talked about being in a serious relationship, but I only think about sex when I look at him.

"Come in," I stated while giving him a stink eye, "no funny business."

After he closes the door, he picked me up immediately and took me to my room. Next thing you know, I'm lying on my bed. I was excited because I expected him to rip my clothes off, but that's not what happened at all.

"Grayson, I said no funny business!" I say as if I don't want to get dominated in my own bed

"What do you mean? I'm trying to watch a movie with you,  silly."  He gives me a concerned look

"Oh, so no sex?" I was disappointed

"Is that all you see me as? A sex toy?"

"No, you're the one who insisted on using me for sex like I'm some kind of escort!" I shouted at him

"It's not like I forced you to have sex with me," he scolded, "you could have said no"

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed at him

"You don't mean that." He facepalmed and sighed

"Ever since you came along, my life has been ten times harder. " I said while glaring at him

"If it weren't for me you would probably be a sex trafficking victim!" He says as I'm trying to walk out of the bedroom

Grayson didn't like the fact that I was ignoring him, so he grabbed my wrist. It hurt so bad, I could feel it swelling.

"You want sex," he said looking into my soul, "I'll give you sex."

I was thrown back onto my bed and he climbed on top of me. At this point, my panties were soaking wet. I knew that he was going to destroy me.

Grayson grabbed my face, "You're going to wish you didn't act up, slut." I love being degraded.

He took my clothes off so fast, I didn't even blink. Then, he grabbed my throat and began to fuck me. He was so rough, so dominant, and so degrading. I felt like my soul was leaving my body, it felt so damn good. I have never been so loud in my life. I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard my screams of pleasure.

"I'll fuck you like this every time we fight, and you're going to apologize." He says while I let out another orgasm

"I-I-I'm.." I can't get any words out my mouth, it feels too good

"Say it." He says as he flips me over for doggy style

"I'm...I'm" I say while letting out a whimper at each pause

Grayson is now pulling my hair and I'm still moaning like crazy.

"Fine, if you don't say it, you can't cum." He says while smacking my ass

"P-please.." I still can barely let out a sentence 

I wanted to cum so bad, but Grayson would stop thrusting into me everytime I was about to climax. 

"I'm...sorry." I say as Grayson finally let's me release

"Good girl, I'm sorry too." He said in his deep, sexy voice, and he's letting ou this load on my ass. This was the strangest, yet the most enjoyable night of my life.

As much as I enjoyed that night, I think me and Grayson went back to our old ways.