Proserpina
She blinked and then slowly proceeded to obey him. The slight of her swollen belly should have made him stop but the knowledge that he was responsible for the state she was in, He was the one who had sole control over the delectable body before him, only made him groan in desire.
He was a pervert, a dirty old man, as she described him when she teased him, but he could not care.
Proserpina was like a drug and he needed to have her regularly, under him, naked and helpless as he sank his hard shaft into the wetness between her thighs, riding her hard.
*
Demurely, she stood, before him, subdued now, clad in her just lacy underwear. Her large breasts, full and thrusting, spilt out of the bikini-like bra and through the lace of her panties, he could make out the soft dark curls, the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs that tantalised him.
“Give me that, little sl*t,’ he commanded and she took off her bra with shaking hands.
He could smell her arousal and he tugged her to him by her panties, not attempting to disguise the look of extreme lustfulness on his face as she blushed.
He slipped a finger, thick and demanding into her softness as she cried out softly at the rough invasion, but a moment later, the finger that came out wetly. Deliberately, he held her eyes as he said, “Wet and horny already, eh, my little bi*ch? Waiting for your Master to f*ck you?”
With his coarse words, he was taunting her and his greedy eyes went to her pointed nipples, hard and ripe for him.
With an oath, a filthy and particularly lewd one, he tugged her body to him by hooking a finger in her panties and as she stumbled and half fell on him, he took a nipple in his mouth greedily, an arm imprisoning her as he sucked and bit at it, enjoying the restless way she shifted, totally at his mercy, totally unlike the cool and collected woman who had drifted into his room a while ago. The woman on his lap was breathing heavily.
She was at his mercy and he knew she would do anything he ordered her to. The wetness leaking onto her thighs was evidence of her extreme arousal.
She panted, holding onto his shoulders for support, her hard stomach prodding into him
‘What do you want, wh*re?’ he grunted, tugging her face down by pulling on her hair, his hands working to undo her long tresses.
“I want you, Master,’ she said breathlessly, loathing her weakness, her total lack of shame before this man who could use her like a skilled puppeteer as he ran his hands over her, as she begged him now.
The incongruity of the situation hit her hard.
She was stark naked and bent over him breathlessly as he sat, ever in command, legs splayed and revealing his hard-on, but otherwise, fully clothed.
‘Can I…Shall I undress you, please?’ she whispered, longing to feel his hard, hair-roughened body against hers, the demanding manhood, large and thickly veined, as it thrust into her waiting wetness.
He shook his head, enjoying the emotions chasing across her face. Desire and lust. And fear. Yes, he liked his Woman to be submissive, the way she was now, trembling and soaking wet.
There was a light knock on the door.
His woman stiffened, her naked body trembling, eyes large in shock.
*
“Later,’ bellowed Lucien, as he suddenly turned Proserpina round so that she was bending over the desk, her large as* cheeks wobbling as she tensed for what her husband was about to do,
‘I am busy.’ he added as he slapped her hard across her as* cheeks, once and then once again, relishing the gasps of shock she gave at the unexpectedness of his violence. The white skin turned a delicate pink and he wanted to take her then, roughly as she moaned.
“No noise, woman, not a single sound.’ he warned and she nodded her head, biting her bottom lip as he rose to his feet and slipped his c*ck into her, without any preamble. She moaned but gave up to his desire, her hips bucking beneath his relentless attack.
“Ah, dripping wet pus*y’ he grunted as he thrust into her and rode her hard and she bit her hand to stop from moaning. He tugged her hair as he rammed into her hard, mercilessly, almost cruelly. But Proserpina longed for it, her body craved his roughness, she thought, with a small sob. The cool glass on the tabletop made her hot nipples more aware of her state. He pulled at her hair and forced her to look at what he was doing in the reflection on the glass of the cabinet opposite the desk.
She panted, the sight of herself, bent over the desk, being thoroughly ridden by the man behind her, his narrowed gaze on her nakedness, caused her to cry out as she was swept by a powerful orgasm. He reached over and rolled a nipple in his harsh fingers, with the command.
“No crying out, wh*re.’
She nodded and her hips rocked wildly in tune with his shoves as he bent and sank his teeth into her neck.
A few more powerful thrusts and she moaned as her body experienced yet another orgasm, her breasts jiggling wildly and he reached across, bending his body over hers, to pinch her nipple cruelly as she cried out, begging him…although she was unsure what she was asking for.
Leaning over her, his breath was hot as he growled hoarsely,
‘You respect the Boss in public, do you hear, bi*ch?’ she nodded helplessly and he brought his hand down on an ass cheek, hard, to rub in his point. Pain and pleasure became one as wildly, uncontrollably, she cried out and he bit her nape, ‘Shut the f*ck up, slut.’
She sobbed as she felt her muscles tightening. ‘I … I am coming… again’ she said breathlessly.
“Drain my c*ck, sl*t! Wh*re, cover my c*ck with your juices, bi*ch. Pleasure your master wh*re…’ he grunted out vulgar, lewd curses as he said the words.
And then he was riding her to his climax, grunting and sinking his teeth harshly into her soft shoulder, his hands gripping her heavy breast and squeezing as he erupted.
She sobbed and then slumped.
Immediately, Lucien gathered her to his sweat-slick body and sank down, holding her to him.
Proserpina sighed wearily,
‘Lucien…I am so…’
“Woman, I did not hurt you or my son…eh?’ came his voice rough with passion.
It was a question and she dimpled tiredly.
*
‘No…no…’ she mumbled as he carried her across to the large couch in a corner of the room. Then gently, he lowered her and she sighed as he left, to return in a while, tenderly dabbing at her with a washcloth. Tears rose to her eyes and she kept her lids shut fiercely. His rough, calloused hands were gentle as he dabbed at her private parts and she bit her lip to hold back her emotions.
She loved this man, she loved him so very much. All throughout their fierce coupling, he had been making sure that her body was not hurt as he thrust into her. But she did not want him to ask her why she was crying; it was just that pregnancy this time around that seemed to have made her feel so vulnerable.
*
She had reckoned without her astute lover. The hard fingers gripping her chin were accompanied by his gravelly baritone, deep with concern.
“Woman? Proserpina?’ She looked up at him and pulled his head to hers, kissing him hungrily. He held her in his powerful arms, close to his chest as they kissed deeply then, as she came up for air, he smiled slightly, for Lucien was not given to smiles,; just a slight lifting of a corner of his thin, harsh lips as he growled, stroking her cheeks and flicking away her tears with his thumb,
‘ Woman?’
She gurgled with laughter,
‘I love you, my Mafia Don, I so love you and I cannot think of a life without you…’
the words were out of her mouth and she met his narrow-eyed, grey gaze, wondering why she had said that.
*
Then he grunted.
‘Carrying my son has made you deliciously abandoned, my …’
And his head swooped down to her mouth again as he growled,” I will not be going away for a while, woman. Not without you.’