The Don And His Flower

27

"I gave her my child to carry for the second time. I intend to let him see the world this year and for the years to come."

He sat up from his seat, looking at the red face of his father, unanswered questions at the tip of his tongue. "Maroni sold you out. Something about his son being missing or some shit like that. But, he said that he didn't want me as his enemy. I don't blame him, considering how he's already hiding from Russi. It's how we found you."

Don Michael Kholodov had a heaving chest, watching to the side as one of the men took out rope. The familiar mattress came into Valis's view.

"Valis.." she covered her mouth, wet eyelashes separated as her eyes were exposed. Back finally touching the sheets again she pulled her shirt up, exposing the beautiful sight of her dark chocolate breasts to his eyes.

He stopped, letting her regain her breath before pulling out. Valis didn't move, watching her reaction of the mess that dripped from the tip of his cock. Throbbing and pulsing with need, he gave in. Grabbing and slowly pumping himself, he watched Imani.

What did she want?

"I stood at this doorway, watched them get fucked up over and over. I watched the confidence and hope leav their eyes by time the second man took his turn."

Michael Kholodov kept his attention at the numerous faces, all familiar soldiers, enter the room.

"We'll keep it light for now. Ten the minimum for the time being. You think you'll be excused from such torture? You think you won't experience the very same shit you've done to my woman? To her mother? To all the other women that we have yet to find out about?" He kept his eyes on his father, the nerves cracking in his body as his elder reflection watched the old chair get carried in.

He jumped, tried to kick as his body was barely untied to remove him from the chair. Screams muffled in the tape as he is first bent over the dusted table.

Whimpers and curses barely heard as the soldiers calmly debated who was going first.

She turned over.

Her face was towards the wall. Body tense with nothing to look at as she gave him her back. Supporting her body, she fisted the sheets. Carefully resting her head on a pillow before arching her back. Trusting that whenever she looked over her shoulder, the man stretching her would be Valis Kholodov.

Beautiful.

Valis stopped pumping himself, watching the little wiggle she baited him with. Her knees in the sheets as her legs were wide enough for him. Index.and middle finger together, Valis watched her tease him further. Rubbing her folds before separating them. The small gape of a dripping dark brown pussy, belonging to Imani Kholodov. The loss touch of him between her folds had her breathing hard. "Open your eyes, flower."

He wanted his woman to savor this moment with him. Valis slowly slid inside, fighting his urges and giving her slow but hard thrusts. Each one ended with a curse, a grunt, the occasional compliment as she took it all.

Lust dazed eyes opened, teary as she looked over her shoulder. Mouth parted slightly, her breaths were interrupted with a soft cry. Taking him deeper than when she was on her back. "It hurts." She closed her eyes again, moving her hips slightly.

"Grab me, Valis."

The shreds of his father's pants went flying, pale legs shaking as the first man pulled his erect friend free from its confinement. The boxers were pooled at his father's legs. Screaming and tensing as the feeling of invasion came so sudden.

Dry and raw.

Michael Kholodov screamed, body restricted from movements as the soldier went hard. Grunts were followed with more grunts as he jerked himself with the elder man's virgin hole.

The man complied. Grabbing his woman's waist as he watched her gloss coat his cock. Imani moaned, neck upwards with her head slightly bent back. He went harder, gaining such unnoticed speed as he felt the tightness she choked him with.

"Fuck.." he grabbed her ass, dividing the bouncing flesh as he witnessed the suffocation of his dick. With every thrust, she was squeezing him. Every curse she was coating him.

He pushed harder, watching the small pucker of her aroused ass before he looked away.

No anal, never.

Moving his hands from her ass, he grabbed her waist again. Further and further, he met her into the sheets. Her strained moans merely muted as she's face first into the pillows. With his knees besides hers, he ground his waist. He never stopped, feeling her tense on him. Soft hand reaching back as she pulled on his shirt, it was too much.

"What's wrong, baby?"

She cried out, voice muffled as she put her hand back into the pillows. Inhaling the air she was nearly denied.

He maintained such hard thrusts, looking down between them as she cried his name. "You cumming again, pipsqueak?"

Pipsqueak.

He called her pipsqueak.

Imani whimpered, hot in her body as the nickname made her anxious. Why did that sudden nickname turn her on more?

Valis cursed again, giving a hard thrust as he pushed harder.

He wanted to feel it.

Wanted to feel the pleasure he puts her through. Wanting to see if it was the same as he pictured.

No, it wasn't the same.

It was better. By the tenfold, so much better.

Keeping her pinned in place as he made her orgasm right on his shaft. The squeezing and clenching pulsating orgasm drug him in. Her euphoria triggering his own arousal as he moved her hair. He watched the cross of her eyes as she kept her side profile into the soft pillows. Mouth gaped in delight as she felt his hot potents coat her insides.

"Valis."

Valis stood up, the cries and muffles from his father fading as he walked out the room.

This was only the first night.