damian toretto, was a name whispered in awe, whispered in fear and dread by the locals. he was the gangster, self-proclaimed king of the city and immediately demanded respect without you intending to give it at all. whenever damian saw something he wanted, nothing stood in his way of acquiring it – nothing. he was a ruthless businessman, aiming for the absolute best deals and would strike down on an unsuspecting storeowner, if he smelled profit and gains. he was loaded, in every way conceivable and his fortune only seemed to accumulate as the years dragged on.
i counted our family business lucky to have d his gaze for as long as it had, but i knew our blessings were bound to run dry eventually and so it was without greater surprise i disrupted dad’s meeting with him one late afternoon. i of course knew exactly who he was, and i couldn’t stop the slithering fear weaving up my spine as my eyes fell on his face. nothing gave his emotions away, his face remained stoic as he stared at me with a set of icy blue eyes. i knew who he was, but i hadn’t realized how strikingly handsome he was, how his features looked almost chiseled in stone, angular and hard.
his raven black hair rested in a neat strewn back, gel slick pile on top of his head and the contrast between his vibrant blue eyes and the dark hair, had you staring like a spellbound. my eyes glued to his eyes as he stood, lifting my gaze towards the ceiling until his tall frame eclipsed both father and me and i swallowed convulsively. his cologne hung in the air in the small confines of the office, washing out any other smells and i breathed him in, tightened my belly muscles in anticipation.
“mr. toretto, i don’t believe you have met my oldest daughter.”
my father’s voice broke the uncomfortable silence and damian’s lips quirked slightly at one corner, lowered his chin and stared at me like i was prey, like i was the next dish. my heart thudded heavily against my ribs as he stepped towards me, slowly closing the gap between us and my breath hitched. he towered over me, the bulk of his body dominating, the assessing walk meant to intimidate, around me made me feel like i was on display, like i was something he was betting on, merchandise that came along with the business.
“no, i have not,” he ran his index finger along my jaw when he stopped in front of me again and i stared up at his face. he was all-consuming. “why have i not seen you before?” he addressed me this time and because my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth, not a single word came out. i had forgotten how words were spoken suddenly. “have you been hiding her from me?”
“in a sense i have, mr. toretto, she’s all i have left.”
“is she now…” he mused, his eyes still lingered on me and i tried swallowing again, but my throat was so dry i barely managed. “i’ll be in touch.”
he said to dad in a harsh tone and left the office with fast strides. i nearly sagged to the floor once out of his intense orbit, let loose of those steel pools holding me tethered, spellbound and i breathed in a sigh of relief. dad came to me, put an arm around my shoulder and guided me to the chair damian had occupied minutes before. i sat down, limbs overcome by weakness and dad padded my shoulder softly.
“i had hoped he would have left before you came back, i’m sorry about that mara.”
i rubbed my brow, my hands vaguely trembling, and i lifted my eyes to dad’s. concern and regret were etched into his features and i knew he had been dreading this moment. i knew in my heart of hearts that this wasn’t inconsequential in any way, that this wasn’t something that would just go away even if you pretended it hadn’t happened. it was clear to me damian had set his eyes on our little business and apparently the king wanted to be a part of the whiskey industry. we had been running our little distillery for generations and had managed to steer clear of hungry sharks like damian, but today our rotter had been disabled.
“were you going to tell me at all?”
“of course, sweetheart,” i could tell he was lying, because he always did this weird thing with his mouth right after he had spoken untrue words and i slanted my head.
“dad…” i sighed and he shrugged, phased away from me and turned with a heartfelt sigh.
“eventually i would,” he corrected himself and that admission asserted some level of betrayal.
“like right after i’ve discovered 60% of our income transfers to a swiss account?”
“he is not asking that much, honey, only 45%,” dad assured me, but i still stared at him in disbelief.
“45%? dad, we can’t afford to lose that kind of money, we’re tight as it is, barely above water, how are we supposed to make it when he takes his cut?”
dad sighed, ran his hands over his bald scalp and walked back behind his desk, ped down on the old creaking chair and finally lifted his gaze to mine. he was about to a bomb i could just tell. the tension in the air almost palpable, i could almost taste it.
“honey…” he sighed again, breath a bit shaky, “he’s willing to go lower than that.”
i straighten in the chair, scooted to the edge of the seat and my eyes grew wider in suspense. my dad’s face in an odd twist, revealed to me that this was a hard pill to swallow. i of course immediately dreaded the worst, but a vain hope remained in me that i was making a mountain out of a rock, but the way dad looked so crestfallen, i was sure i had every reason to dread.
“what dad?!” i urged him and he raised his hands to stop my impatience.
“he wants your sister.”
“what?!” i admonished astounded. that revelation shook me to my core and sure i had heard him wrong, i covered my ears and shook my head, then asked him to repeat with a hand gesture, “i must have heard you wrong.” i laughed confused and strained, but dad only shook his head in denial.
“but she’s 15!” i cried out and dad only nodded again, the pain in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of me, “he can’t do that!”
“we don’t really have choice, mara, he’s going to level us with the ground if i don’t deliver aida to him within the month.”
“how can you sell aida off like that? she’s your daughter!” i yelled angrily and dad just sat there bobbing his head like a windshield doll. “do you really love your distillery more than your own flesh and blood do we mean so little to you?”
“there is nothing i can do, mara!” dad retorted gruffly and i scrunched up my nose in disbelief again, “you know how it is with this man, he always gets what he wants, no reason to deny him or i’ll end up dead.”
and i knew dad was right. but still, i wasn’t about to let mr. kingster dictate what happened to my family. screw the distillery. i needed to come up with a plan to get my sister off the menu and for that, i needed a chat with my girl, cyril.
“i’ll fix this,” i said adamantly, and dad looked confused at me and stopped me halfway out the door.
“fix it how?”
“don’t worry dad, i’ll fix it somehow.”
it was the most unexplanatory answer he had ever gotten from me, but i honestly didn’t know how to fix it, all i knew was, i had to try something – anything, to get my sister out of this deal. it would scar her for the rest of her life, and i couldn’t offer her that mental beating as heartlessly as my father seemed willing to do. i knew the distillery had been in our family for over three generations, but to save it at the expense of his own flesh and blood, was just selfish and cruel.
after a longer debate with my friend cyrill, our only logical solution to solve our current situation, was to down on damian’s doorstep and demand to see him. i found myself stabbing the call button on the giant iron gate and minutes later the speaker squawked at me. i announced myself and the gate buzzed and slowly slid open. i had honestly not expected it to work, i had thought / hoped, they would have denied me entrance and now that i passed the massive gaping jaws of the iron gate, i felt like i was walking to my doom. the road to hell. a sure passage into the land of no return, the land of sin so carnal you’d burn in eternal flame and walked in carnage till your eyes bled…
my brain clearly stopped working right, it must have disconnected the minute i set foot on his property.
the mansion was mindbogglingly stunning, something right out of a 17th century romance novel. the architecture was french inspired, and the white building came to a wobbling 48,000 square foot and like a monumental giant it rested in a lush forest and decorated garden areas. it was stunning, it was breathtaking – it was luxurious. my steps faltered slightly when the door seemed to slide open by itself and hesitantly, i scaled the stairs to the front door. i stepped inside and stopped when my eyes fell on a neatly dressed man, but the pistol holster just under his armpit, told me he was not your regular butler. a bodyguard of sorts perhaps, security maybe, and everything inside cringed. no sudden moves, mara, or you’re going to get one in the dome, i reminded myself.
“the boss will see you now – right this way.” the rambo dude led me through a session of hallways and rooms and i’m pretty sure i’d never be able to find my way out again on my own.
i had not expected he would see me, but apparently now our family was important enough for him to make an exception. the room i was led to was surprisingly small and only furnished with three chairs, a desk and a single bookshelf. oddly sparse, considering the luxurious extravagant decoration throughout the mansion. behind the desk sat damian, his focus on the monitor in front of him, but he looked up when rambo cleared his throat.
“here she is boss, need anything else?”
damian focused all his penetrating blue gaze on me and our eyes locked. i was unable to break free, unable to blink. what was i thinking, coming here like i could make a difference? i had no power here, there was nothing i could do to change the outcome of his endeavor. what i felt right now was an odd mixture of fright and exhilaration and as he stood and slowly, with very calculated steps came towards me, my heart thrashed.
“no, thank you, cooper.”
rambo nodded once and slid out the door like a breath of wind and when the door shut, i immediately felt the room shrink in on me. or was it because of damian’s tall frame eclipsing me? how was i even going about seducing him, when i barely managed to breathe, let alone swallow with him near.
“i suppose you have a request for me?” he said with a level voice and i miraculously managed to nod.
“firstly, i want to know what your intent with my sister is,” i wheezed hoarsely, and damian stopped close to me – inappropriately so and i couldn’t help breathing him in. he slanted his head, assessed me, contemplated my question, his eyes read me.
“and what makes you think you can come into my house and demand something like that?” he asked me deceptively quiet, his mimic a stoic mask of indifference and i lifted my chin in defiance. i held on to that tiny shred of courage for dear life, like it was my lifeline, my boon in this battle.
“she’s my sister, i have a right to know what’s going to happen to her.”
my rugged voice made no real impact on him, all he did was smooth a hand down over my neck and the skin contact zinged through my body like a lightning strikes ramification. that was totally unexpected, and my breath became choppy, i did not want it to, but apparently, i had no say in how my body reacted.
“are you afraid of me?” he asked, his voice still barren of any emotion, but the business-like note and i tried swallowing again, this time i succeeded. was i going to admit to him i was and risk my potential upper hand in this exchange? “are you, mara?” he now drawled over my lips, the intimate proximity of him had his scent engulfing me and i wisely shook my head. glad my body knew what movement to make, because my brain did not, it was preoccupied in a slow roast.
“what are you offering me instead?”
i breathed in to slow my crazy heart. this was it, the moment of truth, where i sacrificed my sanity to save my sisters. i didn’t even know if i looked scared or stressed out, if i looked like a woman in complete control or just a dreadful blubbering mess. damian seemed to stare at me from the abyss of his frozen lakes, his eyes very intent on every emotion i displayed and right about now, i wasn’t sure how to control any of them.
“myself in exchange, for whatever purpose you needed her for, let me do it.”
damian began walking around me, stopped at my back and i jumped slightly when i felt his hands cup a feel on my round ass. he wasn’t even subtle about it, he squeezed it firmly, swatted the butt cheek and the crack sounded like a whiplash. i jumped from surprise and quelled the yelp before it flourished, my eyes flashed to damian as he came full stop in front of me again.
“i have other ideas for you, which i’m sure you won’t argue against.” his tone left no room for protest and i squinted my eyes at him.
“what ideas?” i asked, knowing i’d probably not get an answer and i whimpered helplessly when he suddenly struck out, grabbed my long tresses in his fist and drew my head back, exposing my throat.
“you will parade yourself in front of me and show me all you have to offer.” he growled close to my ear and i fisted my hands into tight balls to resist repaying him in kind. i was getting turned on by him, but at the same time, he scared me. my body responded to his dominance out of my accord and the hard breath – completely spontaneous – d my throat and hit him in the face. damian smirked victoriously, “if you manage to please me, i’ll reconsider negotiating with you, then i’m going to dominate you.”
“to do with as you please?” i heard myself ask and this intense man in front of me nodded slowly, as if i was only stating the inevitable, “but will you let my sister go, if i do this?”
“all you need to focus on right now, is getting that ass into the room next door, change into what’s on the bed and wait for me there, understood?” he asked in a low rumble, his strong fingers closed around my delicate neck and i nodded. damian smiled victoriously, like he had won some kind of battle and ungently he turned me towards the door and pushed me forward, “andale.”
my legs carried me, my brain a million lightyears beyond my reach, so everything i did ran on auto pilot and once outside his office, i regained a small amount of composure. what a heady man. i felt electrified, alive, energized – horny. he had barely touched me, and i felt like more intimacy should have happened, but incredibly enough, only a bare few had been given.
ok mara, get up on that horse and throw on the cloak of seduction.
the silken fabric draped itself over my voluptuous curves, like a selfish, delicate lover. it accentuates all the dips and valleys one wanted attention drawn to. beneath the flowy silk, my gracious globes protrude like two twin mounds, resting snugly in a frilly lace bra and my hard nipples stood like beacons of revelation, announced very clearly to him that i was aroused, that i couldn’t hide what his lingering stare did to me. slowly, sensually i lifted my arms over my head and ran my fingers through my hair, the black tresses cascading over my back and coming to a stop just above my backside. playfully i tossed it over one shoulder as i turned on my toes. i presented my ass to him, bending slightly and teasingly slow pulled the dress up over the milky white round curves, the fullness of my butt cheeks was tempting him, i knew.
he might still be sitting like a stoic statue made from stone, but his eyes had transformed into piercing predatory hunger. damian toretto had clearly not expected this level of sensual display, this all-consuming sexual prowess i was exuding. had he, he would not be eating me raw with his eyes right now, undressing me and doing all the hot sinful desires a dark souled man like him had.
the white lace thong rested snugly between my butt cheeks, the string pointed the way to my land of truest pleasure and now he saw my lacquered red nails sneak in between my thighs, my fingers curious to feel how moist i was. i bit my bottom lip and opened my mouth on a silent moan as i undeniably felt my juices through the lace. damian might be a fearful man, but i couldn’t deny how he turned me on, how his brooding demeanor affected me like a drug. his superior attitude and the way he exuded power and control, appealed to me more than i’d like to admit to myself.
our eyes lock over my shoulder once he’d torn them away from my fingers covering my delicacy and i saw the blazing heat in them, almost knocking me breathless. i knew how much he wanted to touch me right now. i knew how desperately i wanted to feel his hands on me, slowly begging my body to open, begging my body to let go and let it up for the ultimate pleasure.
i turned again, my fingers ran along the inside of the lace, followed the subtle curve of my breast and bared my taut nipple to him, braced the boob with my hand and squeezed it, teased the tiny pebble and i unleashed the soft breath i had been holding. i repeated the process on the other breast and pushed the ample mounds together and jiggled them at his pleasure. i could feel how warm, how every nerve ending reached out to feel more, how my skin started to tingle and how my blood ran through my veins slow as molasses. i embraced the arousal, the feel of every small muscle contracting, and i knew i was awakening one heady desire, i knew i was going to come so hard for him.
i slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide, bend over and ran my hands slowly up over my calf’s, knees, thighs and under the dress. i could tell he was hungry to see more, but i could also tell he love the insinuation i was intimately touching myself without him being able to see. i did touch myself. i couldn’t stop and sighed, my eyes glued to his. he couldn’t stop touching himself, he needed to, i was all he wanted to taste, bite and kiss.
i felt the rush of victory because i was affecting damian so much so, he needed to relieve the tension, the pulsating throb in his groin by squeezing himself on the outside of his pants.
this unbelievably hard-edged gangster cracked slowly like ice from too much pressure and i was the force from which he could not withstand. i was convinced he hadn’t expected me to be this tempting, be this overwhelmingly desirable. much like his alpha traits weakened my ramparts, i too presented a ram forcing my way into his stronghold. i could see the walls crumple, subtle, but noticeable to my eye.
“mara, your panties off – now!” damian demanded firmly and i bit my lip on a seductive smile.
i did no such thing, this was my show, no way in hell he was telling how to do my thing and so slowly i drew the white silk aside and gave him full view of the lace pressing against my burning labia. i slid my thumb under the frilly material, scrunched it together and tugged it hard against my clit, my labia spilling around the string created. slowly i drew the thong aside, revealing my most tender spot and damian hummed low in his throat. i slapped my flesh gently before lowering my fingers to my entrance, i was wet. using the moisture, i drew it through my slit to my awaiting nerve bundle and i sighed. already so sensitive. running my wet fingers along the inner and outer labia i ended up at the entrance again and slowly pushed a finger into the warmth. my pussy embraced the invading subject by cramping down around it and as i began moving my finger against the hot soft flesh, exquisite feelings emerged.
lying back on the bed i added the other hand, now rubbed my clit in slow circles, enforced the chase of hedonism, the absolute self-indulgence. for a brief moment i forgot damian was there, for a brief moment i was just myself in my own bed, satisfying my need for release, but he reminded me with a sound. i lifted my head and our eyes locked over my ample mounds and i bit my lip. he had now freed his impressive cock and the rod received a placid stroking. his eyes so incredibly hungry, his entire body language signaled to me wanted to possess me.
“want me to come for you?” i asked him and damian nodded slowly, licked his lips salaciously and drew off his shirt, making my insides quiver even more.
purr-fect sculpted torso, the smooth skin without a blemish of scar on it, and a heavy silver chain between the pecs, coming to a stop just above the solar plexus. now i’d have no problem coming for this man, with a body like that and so with renewed vigor i continued stimulating myself. i introduced a second finger and tapped against my g-spot, with firm strokes, while rubbing my bud. my inner walls pulsated in deep waves as i worked myself wetter and hornier. i could feel the shimmers of orgasm just within reach, but i had no intention on coming just yet.
i withdrew my hands, ran them up over my body and cupped my breasts and squeezed them firmly, picked at the taut nipples and stretched them lazily. i then rolled around and crawled to my knees, my ass an open buffet for damian and he kept pleasing himself, as he watched my show.
“mara, come to me.” damian’s deep voice called, lured me and i looked at him over my shoulder. he gestured with two fingers he meant his words and i knew i had to heed his summoning.
i slid out of the bed, turned on my heels and walked across the floor with gently swaying hips, i could feel how wet i was, the slick juices smothering my thighs. i stopped in front of damian and set one foot beside his thigh and squeezed my boobs together in front of his face and his strong fingers closed over the globe and squeezed hard. his other hand found my wet folds and immediately two fingers sank inside my warm cave. i whimpered, had to support myself with a hand on his shoulder and as he drew his big fingers out again and docked inside me, he held my gaze.
“your pussy is so wet, do you like showing yourself off to me?” i nodded on a sigh and damian slapped my tit and i jolted in surprise, “do you, mara.” he demanded in a stern tone.
“yes.” i answered him waveringly, the stunned surprise of his hard caress still an echo inside. my boob was burning, tingling where he had hit me, and the nipple stretched even more towards him. i could easily tell damian were the kind of guys doing rough and consistent sex, but i had to l show him i wasn’t about to be ruled like a bitch. in sex, i was in my element and he might as well learn sooner than later.
i took one step away from him, supported my hands on the backrest of the ruby red rococo style couch, where damian sat in the middle. my nose to his and i snatched his bottom lip between my teeth, damian firmly grabbed my arms and i released him, licked his lip and with teasing eyes on him, i lowered my head and kissed his breastbone. i was now supporting my weight on his thigh and with eyes locked to his, i sank to my knees between his legs.
i put my nose to the heavy balls and ran it along his entire length. i clearly felt his smell in my nose, and it had my belly muscles clench in delight. it was like narcotics to be this close to a virile, all-consuming man like damian, like a fantasy coming true. i was very well aware that he allowed me to get this close to him, had he contested his dominance without reservation, i would have my hands tied and he’d keep my hands from wandering and exploring.
i reverently closed my fingers around his hard cock and while i let my tongue run from root to tip, i held damian’s eyes. i slowly ran my tongue around the crown and flicked the tongue against the string on the back of the head, then lowered my mouth over the giant. i encompassed it completely with tongue and pallet and sucked him slowly. my hand participated delivering a firm massage and the other lovingly caressed his balls. i sighed in pleasure and even more so when damian expressed my caresses were appreciated. i once again licked down over the entire length, felt every contour and vein more prominent then before and damian threw back his head when i licked one ball. sucked it into my mouth and licked the other.
damian hooked his hands in my armpits and hauled me upright, guided me to the bed with a firm hand around my neck, where he pressed me bend over the mattress. he lifted one leg, so i was spread wide for him and he pressed his cock inside me without any other preliminary actions. a drawn-out moan left my mouth and it faded to a pitiful whimper when he reached the bottom. i fisted the sheet in my hands and pressed my ass back against him, to get him as deep and concise as he delivered. and damian claimed deep and fast servings. he filled me wide and every stroke against my g-spot, offered me the desire to shamelessly come on him.
“i want to come damian…”
damian let a consistent slap echo through the room, and i let out a tiny scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“do it again…” i sighed and he slapped the other butt cheek, alternately the slaps rained down over me and the sensation of his still pounding thrusts and the intense burn from his hits, had my insides culminate rather quickly. damian could hear on my moaning i was close to orgasm. he gathered my hair in a ponytail and drew me upwards, so i had to raise up on my arms and follow. he kept pulling and forced my head back against him and with the other he grabbed my throat.
“you’re not coming, mara, do you understand?”
it was impossibly hard to handle the feeling of his turgid cock, now working relatively slow against my deepest and especially not because of the overshadowing sensation of orgasm bliss. he distended me to the brink, he touched on places i had no clue i had and his grunts in my ear, was intoxicating.
“i can’t stop it…” i whimpered, while damian once again sped up and desperately, i fisted the sheet. the slap to one butt cheek ejected a pain echo through me, which my brain decoded to the pleasure i needed to step over the edge, “i’m coming.” i whispered on an exhalation and the heavenly contractions, the spectacular atom bomb detonating in my abdomen, laced me in complete ecstasy for what felt like an eternity.
when i finally realigned with earth, damian disconnected from me, turned me ungently and leaned in over me. his strong fingers closed around my throat and his icy blue eyes, wild with consuming lust, stared into mine. his cock burrowed inside me again and he docked at rock bottom, very concise ruling out any doubt he was very displeased i couldn’t withhold my climax. i held on to his wrist, while i tried to absorb his firm possession of me, his hard eyes and my own pleasure on top of that over worldly orgasm.
“i don’t think you understood my message,” he grunted, and i nodded, moan coming out choked because of his iron grip around my throat, “but you chose to defy me anyway?” i nodded again, what else could i do, and damian slapped one breast, the nipple stretched, burned from the hard contact.
“is it because you want to be punished?”
“no.” i gasped and another slap, but this time it was the other breast. i arched my back, wanted to get closer to him and damian pinched both nipples. i breathed relieved, when the hold around my throat allowed it, but at the same time had to handle the signals from my nipples.
“do you want to be punished mara?” he asked again and this time i nodded.
“yes, punish me, damian.”
at present time i would say anything for him to keep fucking me, just to feel his fat cock in me. he tipped one leg to the one side, so both were facing the same direction, and it allowed him to give my ass a slap. he delivered two consecutive slaps and i complained pathetically. damian reached for my throat and head again and rammed me in blistering phase. my eyes begged for mercy, but he didn’t listen, and my masked sounds aroused no interest on his part.
he pushed me to my stomach again, grabbed my arms and restrained them on my back. consecutive slaps covered my ass again and i whimpered in pain. his cock was in so deep and the stinging sensation and the wet sex with him roused yet another orgasm to the surface. i dared not come, but i was sure i couldn’t stop it from happening.
“you’re making me come again.” i warned damian and i sensed he leaned in over me, his strong fingers squeezed my wrists till it hurt and i groaned. his hot breath hit my cheek.
“if you come on me again, i’m shoving my dick down your throat.”
what damian didn’t know was that a deal like that suited me just fine. my pussy couldn’t handle much more of this intense, insane level of fucking, so i surrendered to the orgasm’s pre-waves and so with a choked scream, my body chook in a mad rush.
damian disconnected ungently, yanked me to the floor so i fell on my knees in front of him and more than willingly i received his turgid cock. he fisted my hair and fucked my mouth. he nearly choked me several times with eager thrusts, but i let myself get carried away by his near hysteria. i cupped his balls, now tightly hugging the base of his cock and hummed in my throat. the vibrations created a tingling sensation across all his length and damian let me know what the effect did to him. he threw back his head and moaned liberated.
“you ready mara – swallow my cum.”
i nodded, mumbled with my mouth full of cock, laced his salacious stare and with a fierce roar, shot the first spurt at my uvula. i swallowed, milked him, drew him closer to me and loved the sensation of his total surrender to his pleasure. his hips continued thrusting my mouth, long after he was done coming, and my mouth continued spoiling him languidly. suddenly he grabbed underneath my chin and popped out of my mouth. he looked down at me, breathed like he’d just traversed an entire marathon and a single tiny wry smile curved his lips.
“you did good.” he praised me and i wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and nodded quietly. still swallowing the remaining s and his taste overwhelmed my buds.
“and my sister?”
“straight back to business, huh?” he drawled hoarsely, while he went to collect his clothes and drew his boxers on. i couldn’t help but admire his physique, now very sweaty in the wake of our hot exercise, “i’ll let you know what the verdict will be, once you’ve cleaned up.”
he pointed towards the farthest door in the room and left me sitting on the floor.
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