Silas's POV
The meeting with the Italians had been nerve-wracking. Any fool could see the way Dominic Giovanni was looking at Marissa, but she seemed to be oblivious until Sean whispered to her. It amazed me how she simply didn't realize the effect she had on all of us. In just a few short months, she radically changed the way we all saw the world. Changed what we all wanted in our lives - and what we wanted was her.
She sat tapping her foot nervously in the back of the limo. "Sweetheart?" Sean asked her, putting a hand on her knee to still it. "Are you okay?"
She sighed, "How the fuck did I not see that coming? I was nineteen for gods sake! Who the hell falls for a nineteen-year-old naive girl?" All of the Tomas raised their hands with smirks on their faces. She rolled her eyes. "But...but you were at least closer to my age and well we knew each other...and, aarrrggghhh!"
He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her neck, "So naive, our love. We keep trying to explain how precious you are." She whimpered as he tugged her forward on the seat, then slid down to kneel between her legs. "Now I seem to remember promising you an orgasm before we get home because I'm not sure how many you're going to be allowed after this, sweetheart," he smirked and pulled off her boots and tights. His fingers ran over the tiny thongs Gabe had given her and with a quick tug, he ripped them apart making her gasp. We all watched as he trailed kisses up her thighs until his tongue flicked across her clit. Marissa moaned and pushed her fingers into his curls as he began to lap at her folds.
Ragged breaths filled the limo as we palmed ourselves watching him devour her. Sean had two fingers inside of her as he continued to suck on her clit. She was arched and crying out his name as her body shook. Her juices flooded his mouth as he continued to lap at her. Owen pressed his lips to her as his hand dipped into her dress, massaging her breasts. You could see her nipples harden underneath the thin fabric. He nipped at her neck, "I hope you enjoyed your orgasm mia bella regina, because you'll have to beg for any more this evening." She whined as the car pulled into the garage. Owen nodded to me as we exited the car and I quickly scooped her up in my arms.
She looked up at me with hooded eyes, "Silas," she whispered as she snuggled into my chest.
"Agápi mou," I said, placing a kiss on top of her head. I followed behind Owen and Sean as they unlocked the playroom, then placed her on the edge of the bed. I lifted her dress off. "Present, agápi." She placed her knees under her slightly apart, palms up and head bent. Gabe came and tied her hair into a high ponytail then trailed kisses along her shoulders. I knelt beside the bed and lifted her chin with my finger. "Why are you being punished, Marissa?"
"I contacted Dominic without talking to the family first, I complained about the clothes Gabriel chose, I didn't listen when you all said Dominic was interested in me that way, and then I was bratty at the meeting, sir." She said with a slight waver in her voice.
"Good girl. Now, what are your hard limits?" I asked her.
Her body shook slightly, "No caning, knives, needles, or handcuffs, sir." The last one was new and we all understood where it had come from. We wanted to tread lightly as this was the first time we had played since her abduction.
"What is your safeword?"
"Red sir," she breathed, her chest rising a bit faster than before.
"Do not push yourself. No one will be upset if you need or want to stop," I reassured her. "We will take breaks so Sean can make sure you and the baby are both safe to continue. Do you understand, agápi?"
"Yes sir," she said softly.
"Good girl, now I want you on your hands and knees, hips raised, head lowered," I told her and she quickly got into the position. Nodding to Marc, he slipped under her, centering himself under her core, while North moved to the top of the bed. He stroked his cock and lowered himself to Marc's mouth. She whined as she watched Marc deepthroat North. I pressed her hips lower until she groaned as Marc's cock sank into her, then I began to cover her puckered hole with lube, working my fingers into her, stretching gently.
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Behind the Mask
FanfictionWidow Marissa Ryland has fought to make a name for herself in the legal field. After her husband's untimely death, she struggled to find a balance between her ambitious nature in the business world versus her submissive needs behind closed doors...