Don't try to change me

Part 22

Explicit content

"So what do you want as per our negotiation babe"

Brand sounded so seductive as he was sliding his hand on my neck, the rings on his fingers chilled my skin where they ran giving me fucking goosebumps. I knew he would definitely ask me about my wish which he was supposed to fulfil after coming back from Spain.
And honestly all I wanted was him today tomorrow and every fucking day!!
But I also knew that he would be fucking me nice and hard that night after his super tiring and busy business trip. No doubts in that.
Therefore I acted reasonably and demanded something wise.

"I want to meet my friends Brand"
I mumbled like a frightened deer. I almost felt sweat dripping down my trembling legs as Brand's eyes turned darker and furious. He definitely wasn't expecting this and I definitely spoiled his incredibly erotic mood.

"Babe I hope you realise what are you asking for"
His voice was soft yet authoritative. He slowly moved his fingers across my neck reaching my super sensitive boobs. A sudden intimidating change in his demeanour and his magical fingers sprawling across my titties were enough for me to fucking go crazy.

"Brand it's been so long, my friends must be worried about me"
Despite all the sensations he was giving me, I somehow managed to utter. I looked deep into his eyes that showed my own reflection...."innocent lil Yaya". It always amused me how he was capable to dominate my entire existence that fucking much.

"Being in the mafia means secrecy babe!! that means no previous life"

What the Holy shitttt!!

For a moment I lost everything when I realised that the true satanic Brand Salvatore was back.
Yes the Satan was back.
No mercy no heart.
He smirked, with the same demonic glare and deadly evil grin. His weed filled breath fanned across my face and I was fucking dreaded by his fucking presence.
I tried to adjust myself under his strong yet gentle hold when he started playing with my titties harder, fondling and pinching them.

I felt dirty disgusted and fucking used in his embrace. The way his fingers trailed on my breast, the way he had wore that damn fucking grin and the way his pupils constricted making his eyes unreadable, all these things clearly showed the old damn fucking "Brand The Mobster" who had purchased me and who was supposedly my master.

I tried to compose myself, jerking him away from me when he pulled my shirt up and off my head in a single fucking motion and unfasten my bra quickly. I was dumb shocked by his action that left no room for my dumb brain to comprehend that shit. When he reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, the remaining sleepy conscience left in me, it flew away like a G6.

Jesus!!!There was no turning back now!!

I pushed Brand's jacket off his shoulder and then pulled up the hem of his shirt. He helped me remove it, exposing his perfect steel body to me as I furiously unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly.

When I tried to reach for him, he took my hands and pinned them over my head making me lean by the window. I would never say I fucking didn't like this.

I stared into his eyes as he looked at me hungrily, dominating me, taking control over my traitor body, making it alive. He moved both of my wrists into a single hand, keeping them pinned against the window as he slid the other hand down my stomach and into my shorts.
He rubbed his calloused fingers against my sensitive and extra receptive clit, as he leaned down and began teasing my nipples with his extraordinary mouth and lips. That intense combination of tremendous pleasure was making my body tremble as I felt myself getting closer already. I ground my hips against his fingers, trying to increase the sensations but when I felt my body getting tensed, he stopped.... he fucking stopped!!