I have a horrible drinking habit and I don't plan to fix it anytime soon. Except, I only like super rare and expensive drinks. This kind of has me in a pickle because I'm broke and the only person I can go to for these drinks is nothing less than a mafia boss. Like I said, I'm broke so I always have to find alternative ways to pay him whether that's an act of service to him, or I get him something in return, etc. The only set back is I have no say in what he makes me do, and recently he has been very touchy with me. And honestly, I'm not complaining.
Today is the day I get to go see him for my stuff. He messaged me telling me to wear a mask and very little cloths, I was very confused by his demand but I went with it. When I eventually showed up to the shitty apartment he uses for deals I'm let in by his many bodyguards, seven to be exact. After I get past them and I walk inside I'm greater by a hand around my neck pinning me, stomach against the wall. "Who the fuck?!" I yell, barely breathing. I start to struggle until I feel a cold gun touch the back of my head. "Don't move" I hear, from a very familiar voice. "Sir?" I say, still struggling to speak and breath. "Shut up. I heard from one of my colleagues that you are fucking around with other dealers, if your gonna hoe around I'm not gonna do business with you anymore. Alright?" He snarls, loosing his grip on my neck. "Yes sir." I nod. He chuckles with satisfaction as he flips me and pins my hands above my head against the wall. "I have an idea on how you're gonna pay me for your drinking habit and for fucking around with other people. But, you have to do everything I say, alright doll?" I nod in response. "Good." He says picking me up and throwing me on the couch. He steps away from the couch and grabs his switch blade, which makes me very nervous. "Don't move" he demands. I don't respond, just watch as he carefully cuts the very little clothes I have, off my body. He even cut my undergarments off. He stands back to admire his work before he strips himself down to his boxers. And Jesus, he's sexy.
Even though he just has boxers on he kept his gun right in his hand. He brings his hand up to my stomach and slides the gun down my stomach and down to my entrance. He smirks at me as he roughly shoves the barrel into me. I yelp and squirm as he starts going in and out of me. "Don't move." He says as he speeds up. I listen to him of course. As he continues to pump in and out of me with the barrel of his gun he moves his free hand from my thigh up to my sensitive spots and rubs me all over. I start to cuss under my breath as he angles it up to hit my g-spot mercilessly. I arch my back as I start to twitch and spasm, feeling an orgasm coming on. He speeds up and lets me come all over his gun. It felt weirdly good. Until he didn't stop, he kept going, way overstimulating me. He finally stopped and pulled it out after I was screaming his name. As I was recovering I felt a really cold liquid drip all over me. On my chest, my shoulder, my stomach, thighs, and every other nook and cranny. My eyes shot open as the mystery liquid drenched my nude figure. As I examined it I saw he was pouring my favorite alcohol all over me. When he was happy, even though he shows no visible emotion, he put the bottle down and started to lick all of the alcohol off of me. Now this isn't regular booze, this shit is strong. One sip and you're absolutely fucked up. So this, will for sure get him drunk.
After he cleaned me up I could tell by his blush y face and flirty smirk that he was shit faced. "You know," he says, pausing. "I've always thought that you're sssuper gorgeous you know? And like ya know like I want you to be mine. That's why I get mad when you fuck around with other dudes." Why is this man telling me his whole life story? Before I could respond the quickly started to run my entrance to get his fingers covered in my slick. When he had his index and middle finger covered he quickly shoved his digits deep into me. As I start to get louder he starts to get faster and grunt when he grabs my thigh. My legs start to shake when he curls his fingers up to his my spot over and over again. I can feel my high coming and he slides his fingers in and around my walls. I clench around his fingers and I come all over his hand. "Good job" he says as he pulls his fingers out. When his fingers are out he immediately sticks them in his mouth licking them clean. When his fingers are clean he lowers his head down to lick and suck the slick off of my inner thighs.
After he sucks me clean he moves up my body leaving a trail of kisses all over me. When he gets up to my face he quickly locks lips with me and we begin a heated make out session. His tongue forcefully enters my mouth, when he gets in he immediately asserts dominance and sucks in my bottom lip. When we finish he goes back to my collar bone leaving some large hickys all over. "Alright, are you ok love?" He asks, as I'm all panty and sweaty. "Ya I'm good" I nod. "Good. So from now on your not gonna drink anymore because I don't like it, you're gonna be seen with me and me only, your not even going to think about other guys, we are together now and I'm gonna marry you, and because your broke your moving in with me. This is not a question." He says lifting me off the couch and carrying me like a Princess. "Well I have no choice so, sure."
