- Mature Chapter -
I tired pushing my skirt back down but he wouldn't let me, there was no way I was about to fuck him in some random mafia guys bathroom. Sure, I was horny, but this still felt wrong to me.
"Lucifer—"
"It's 'Sir' to you, amore." he interrupted, pulling down my underwear.
"We can't do this in here!" I slightly shouted, ignoring his comment.
"And why is that?"
"They might hear us or something!"
He stood up straight and looked to the side, turning on the sink to drown out our voices, "They can't hear us now."
I tried pushing him away, "Still, what if someone needs to go too the bathroom?!"
He spread open my legs and pulled me closer to him, my legs now wrapped around his muscular body. He started kissing me, making my body relax and I just kissed him back. I was still scared, but his kisses were enough to make me feel happy again.
He broke the kiss and pulled away, "It's a mansion, there's one than more bathroom here so they can go find another one and use it."
"That's not the point, we can't just go around and fuck in someone's house like that!"
"Then tell me what's wrong, I'll punish you at home instead of here."
"Nothing's wrong, I already told—"
I was cut off from his hands wrapping around my neck, choking me so that I couldn't speak. He kept it this way for a few seconds, staring down into my eyes.
He didn't say another word, he just looked at me with so much hunger in his eyes. I didn't want to speak back to him but it was just way too fun, but this is the price I pay for it.
He threw my legs over his shoulder, pulling my body closer to him. He then started kissing my inner thigh, nibbling a bit at my skin while his hands squeezed down on parts of my body that he could reach.
This kisses traveled from my thighs right to my slit. He soon reached my clit, sucking on it lightly. I put my hand over my mouth to keep every sound I made it.
Lucifer didn't look to happy about that though, so he grabbed my hand and placed it to my side.
"No one can hear you except me. The music is loud and the water is running, don't cover your mouth." he demanded.
"Yes, Sir."
I wanted to protest again but I felt like that would get me no where at this point, so I just gave in without any other words.
He continued sucking on my clit while his fingers teased me around my entrance. I tried as hard as I could to not make as much sounds as possible, but it was extremely difficult to do so when he was doing this.
He pulled away and looked at my pussy with a smile, admiring all of it. I felt a bit embarrassed when he would look at me down there, I wasn't sure why, it should feel normal to me by now considering the amount of times we've fucked.
He finally slid the finger inside me, curling it. His other hand reached up and rubbed on my clit, making me jump up at the slight sting of pleasure that suddenly gave me.
I was keeping myself stable, holding up my upper body with my two—now weak—arms. He began pumping his finger in and out of me, slowly picking up the pace as he went along. His movements with his other hand didn't change in speed, it was just perfect.
I struggled to keep quiet, making any small sounds that I could knowing no one will hear them. It was getting harder and harder when he started going really fast, almost making me choke on my own moans.
"You're struggling, aren't you, piccola?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Yes, please stop— oh my goddd."
He added another finger, continuing in that same pace. Instinctively, I covered my mouth with my hand in hopes that he wouldn't notice but it was fairly obvious.
"What did I just tell you about doing that, amore?" he asked with a somewhat threatening tone.
"I-I'm sorry, it was instinctive."
He mouthed an 'okay' and looked back down at my pussy, continuing his pace. After a few seconds, the pace of his fingers weren't so slow anymore. The speed instantly increased, going way to fast for me to keep quiet.
My hands gripped the edge of the counter as my head tossed back from all the pleasure. I bit down on my bottom lip in hopes that it would keep me quiet but it didn't, sounds came out of me like crazy and now I just had a hurt lip.
I could feel myself ready to release, but I didn't have the breath to even ask for permission. I was sure he could feel all the clenching around his fingers but I guess not. So, I just let it go.
He slowed down and pulled out his fingers, watching my legs slightly tremble around him as I released. He looked up at me with a grin, placing a kiss on my thigh before standing up straight, getting closer to my ear.
"My apologies, it was instinctive." he whispered.
I frowned at his mockery, "Jerk."
He chuckled, taking my arms and pulling them closer to him. As my arms wrapped around his body, he carefully lifted me off the counter and placed me down on my feet.
"Turn around." he commanded.
"What if I don't?" I asked, smiling at him innocently.
He let out a sigh and grabbed my body, turning it around for me. I winced as he had squeezed down on one of the bruises but the pain just made me feel more erotic.
He bent my body forward so that I laid my chest down on the counter, a mirror sitting in front of me. I was able to watch his every move, starting from him lifting up the my skirt and getting a nice view of my ass.
I felt his cold hands press against my warm body, squeezing down on my ass. I heard a metal-like sound coming from behind me, making me turn my head around to see what he was doing.
He was undoing his belt, slipping it off of his pants. He put the two ends together which formed a loop, gliding it across my body until he reached my ass. He looked up and our eyes locked.
"Face forward."
"Why?" I asked.
He sighed and backed away, running the belt through his hand. Without warning, he whipped me with it. My body sprung up from the surprise contact, settling down as he massaged the spot he hit.
"I hate repeating myself when I know I don't need to. Be a good slut and just do as you're told, face forward."
I turned my head around and just watched him from the mirror, already feeling wet again. I tried closing my legs but he wouldn't let me, he kept pushing them apart. I stopped trying, knowing he wouldn't give up.
"Good girl." he whispered, placing the belt right back on my ass which sent shivers down my spine, "Count. I don't want to hear anything else but counting. If you stop, we start over, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Not missing a second, he whipped me. It was harder than the last one, the sting increasing from the first strike. I whimpered a tiny bit before almost forgetting I'm supposed to be counting.
"One."
He massaged my ass a little bit before he whipped me again, a lot harder this time.
"T-two."
It continued this way until I reached the number 10, almost having to start over a few times. He placed the belt down on the counter beside me, both hands right back on my ass, squeezing it softly.
After a few seconds, he took his hands off of me and reached down to his pants. I couldn't see much from the mirror so I focused on listening to whatever he was doing. Turns out I didn't need to hear anything, just feel.
I felt his tip press against my hole, making my body tense up. I had already done an anal session with him before, my first one ever to be exact. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be but it did hurt at the start. Still, it felt good.
"Relax, it'll hurt more if you're tensed up." he said.
I took a deep breath and relaxed myself, trying not to think about the pain I was sure I would feel. As I relaxed enough, he had pushed his tip inside. I let out a small whimper, still trying my best to keep quiet.
"That's it, just like that. Fuck, you're so tight."
He kept pushing more and more in until he felt like I had enough, not moving a muscle so that I could take time to adjust to his size.
The thrust started off slow, allowing me to feel everything and take more time for extra adjustment. He carefully belt my waist, trying to to press down on the horrible bruise there.
Slowly, they increased in speed and strength. The thrust were no longer baby-like, they felt more powerful and pleasurable. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought, it was just the amount of stretching it took to get his dick inside me.
I held myself up with my arms, my head hanging low. I needed to make some type of sound, but I still didn't want to be heard. I couldn't cover my mouth either, I didn't feel like being whipped another 10 times, maybe even more.
I let out small moans and whimpers, trying to get out any sound I could make so that he not only knew I was enjoying it, but also so I don't accidentally let out a huge moan or whimper that will be noticeable.
A small tear ran down my cheek, I didn't even notice that I was starting to cry. I was guessing it started from the stretch, understandable enough since it did hurt a bit.
His thrust almost felt more pounding at this point, and fuck if I didn't love it. He groaned, continuing to put as much power into his thrust as possible. It was just getting harder and harder to not make a sound, I couldn't stop the small moans from escaping me.
I felt his hand travel up my neck, his fingers going through my hair. He grabbed a fist-full of my hair and pulled towards himself, making me look at the mirror in front of me.
"You like that, amore? Do you like how good my dick fills you up?" he asked, slowing down his pace a bit.
"Y-yes, Sir." I managed to let out, a moan following behind.
"Say it."
"I l-love how you fi-fill me up, Sir." I whimpered out.
He smiled and let go of my hair, wiping the tears off my face the best he could as to not completely ruin the makeup I had on. His hand traveled down my stomach, passing my waist and going in between my thighs.
I was a shaking and moaning mess already, no doubt that I was already dripping down there. He reached my clit and rubbed on it, making the pleasure almost overwhelming. He stopped and went further, reaching my entrance.
"You're so wet for me, amore." he cooed, kissing my neck.
He instantly pushed his fingers inside me, still keeping his pace from behind. I threw my head back at the feeling, there was so much pleasure filling my body, I didn't know how long I could continue.
Already, I felt myself clench around his two fingers. He chuckled lightly, probably also feeling it too. He started to finger-fuck me while increasing his thrust from behind. Holy shit he's good at this, way too good.
"Do you want to come, piccola?"
"Ple-please, S-Sir. I want to c-come badly." I begged, waiting for permission so that I could just release.
I thought he would give me permission already, but he said nothing more. His thrust slowed down on both ends, pulling his dick and his fingers out of me. It felt empty honestly, I wanted us both to just finish.
He pulled his pants back up and walked over beside me, putting soap on his hands and running them under the water that had been turned on from the start. He turned it off when he finished and dried his hands.
"Should have thought about that before disrespecting me then. If you behave on the ride home, we'll continue there." he said.
I let out a small and angry grunt. This bitch just fucked the shit out of me in the bathroom of a random person's house and won't finish until we get home? I want to kill him.
"You're cute when you're mad, amore." he said, putting his belt back on.
"Whatever, let's just go home so I can get my release. You can get one too." I replied, grabbing my underwear and putting it back on, fixing my hair after.
He smiled, "Let's go then."