The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter sixteen - Sebastian

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✨ This night is sparkling, don't you let it go ✨
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
✨ I was enchanted to meet you ✨
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I lean into the mirror, trying to avoid my own reflection with my body bare for her while she stands behind me fully clothed with a strap-on over her pants. Somehow, Eva manages to reinforce her power over me just by staying fully clothed and forcing me to be naked.

She pushes between my shoulder blades, making me stick my ass out toward her. I feel my body heat up from her fiery gaze, my cock standing at attention for her.

My breathe hitches when she spreads my butt cheeks with one hand and two slick fingers creep into my ass, stretching and caressing my hole.

My eyes flutter and I moan, relishing in the sensations in my ass now that I'm used to it. Then, I hiss at the sudden harsh tug on my hair, forcing me to arch my back.

"You're going to have to be quiet if you don't want my father hearing you get fucked in the ass by your wife."

My heart speeds up at her words in anticipation. I really want her to fuck me. It's quickly becoming a necessity, not to mention, my favorite thing to do. And I realize, I'm willing to risk her father finding out, just for a taste of the pleasure and pain only she can provide me.

"And don't close your eyes. I want you watching yourself while I make you cum just by pounding into your tight ass."

"Yes, mistress." I pant.

She retracts her fingers and I bite my lips, holding in my disappointed whine and staring at myself in the mirror. My chest tightens and my blush deepens when I see the desperate look in my dilated eyes. I look like I need a good, hard fucking.

When I feel the head of her cock at my entrance - not pushing in, just teasing me by making small circles around my rim - I try to push back to force her in, but her hands on my hips hold me captive.

"Does my little slut want me to fuck him?" She purrs in my ear, her warm minty breath making me shiver.

"Y-Yes! Yes, please mistress." I force myself to lower my voice with what little brain I have left. For now. "Please, m-mistress, fuck me! Please, I-I need to be f-fucked! Your little s-slut wants your cock, please!"

"As you wish, pretty boy."

I catch only a glimpse of her smirking face before she buries herself in my hole with one hard, merciless thrust. And before I can even cry out at the pain and the intense underlying pleasure, she pulls out and rams back into me.

I can only watch my gaping mouth, flushed face, and wide eyes, as she fucks in and out of me at an inhuman speed.

My hands claw at the mirror, trying to hold on, while my body moves with her as if it has a mind on its own. Choked moans and gasps escape me while I try to catch my breath. She doesn't give an inch, her pants brushing against my butt again and again as she pounds me into submission.

"This," Thrust. "Tight," Thrust. "Ass," Thrust. "Is mine."

I gasp when she hits my prostate with practiced precision with every plunge, my eyes rolling back in my head. I feel a spurt of pre-cum hit the mirror.

"I'm fu-fucking the— ugh— pre-cum out of you, little slut!"

I cry out, tears streaming down my face  and my body vibrating with an intense pleasure I have never felt before. "M-Mistress, p-please— ngh—"

Her other hand twists and plays with my nipples. "Who do you belong to?"

"Y-You!" I cry out.

"That's r-right!" She grunts and I whimper. "And if I want people to see my marks on you," She pants. "What will you say?"