My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 254:

Julie’s POV

I was begging him, lost in a void of need, for his dick to enter me. My body was burning, and my desire had reached a peak I could no longer endure. I wanted him so badly that I had lost every last shred of pride. Robert gave a cryptic smile, his gaze cold and dominant as he watched my breakdown. Then, he said flatly, ”I won’t.”

I looked at him with tearful eyes, my voice trembling. ”Daddy, please... I begged you.”

He leaned his face close to my ear and whispered in a husky tone, ”Do you want my cock?”

”Yes,” I answered without hesitation, nodding frantically.

But suddenly, he rose from the bed, and a crushing sense of emptiness swept over me. ”Where are you going?” I asked in a panic.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned down and slowly undid the ties on my wrists. ”Get up,” he commanded.

I stood on my trembling legs, the black lingerie still clinging to my burning body. ”Are you going to leave me like this?” I asked helplessly.

He looked at me sharply. ”Come here.”

He headed toward the large sofa in the corner of the room, and I followed with faltering steps. When we reached it, he said curtly, ”Turn around.”

I turned slowly, and suddenly I felt his powerful hand shove my back forward. My body arched, and I placed my hands on the sofa’s armrest to keep my balance.

He gripped my ass with both hands, his rough fingers squeezing my flesh. Then, without warning, he delivered a loud, stinging slap across it.

”Ah!” I screamed in pain and shock.

He leaned over me until I felt his hot breath against my lower back. ”I took the virginity of your cunt,” he said in a voice terrifyingly calm. ”Today, I’m taking the virginity of your ass.”

The blood froze in my veins, and a real fear gnawed at my heart. Does the dick go in there too? Can I handle that pain? ”Robert...” I called out, my voice quivering.

”Shhh... just relax,” he snapped, pressing his hands against my cheeks to spread them open.

I felt a sudden chill as he poured lubricant over that sensitive area. My whole body tensed under his grip. He gave me no time to process it; he pressed his thumb firmly against the opening and then shoved his finger inside, slowly and resolutely.

”Ah! Robert... stop... it hurts!” I screamed, gripping the leather armrest with all my might. I felt as if my body was being torn apart from behind. It was a strange, tight, and indescribably painful sensation like something that didn’t belong there was forcing its way in.

He didn’t pull his finger out. He kept it inside. ”I told you to relax, Julie,” he growled. ”If you fight it, the pain will double.”

He began moving his finger in and out with a provocative slowness, stretching that tight area that had never been touched before. I was panting hard, my tears soaking the leather of the sofa. My muscles resisted him involuntarily, so he slapped me again a light sting that made me jump. ”Open your ass for me,” he said. ”I want it completely submissive before I put my cock inside.”

He added a second finger next to the first, and I let out a sharp gasp, my back arching from the pressure. The stretching increased, and heat began to spread through the area despite the pain. I felt his fingers ruthlessly expanding my anal walls while he watched my legs shake under his weight.

”Daddy... please... no more fingers... it’s too much,” I whispered in a broken, raspy voice.

He suddenly yanked his fingers out, leaving a painful void, but he gave me no rest. I felt the massive, rock-hard head of his dick pressing directly against the opening he had just stretched.

He placed a hand on my lower back to pin me down and whispered in my ear with a voice full of threat, ”Now I’ll teach you what true submission to a mafia man looks like, Julie.”

He shoved the broad head of his dick against my constricted opening. I felt like I was being split in two by the sheer size of it it was far beyond what that virgin area could endure. I screamed at the top of my lungs, digging my nails into the leather. ”Robert! No... please! It’s too big... I’ll tear!”

He didn’t listen to my pleas. He gave a powerful, sudden thrust of his hips, forcing the head to violently carve its way into my ass. My breath caught entirely, and my eyes widened in shock at the lightning-strike of pain that surged through me. It felt like a rod of white-hot iron was piercing my insides.

”Shhh... breathe, Julie... breathe for me,” he said, holding the head inside while his hand squeezed my waist so hard his fingers left blue marks on my skin. He was panting in my ear, his rough breaths mixing with my sobbing moans.

He began to push himself in further, millimeter by millimeter, crushing every bit of resistance in my muscles. I could feel every vein in his cock expanding inside my tightness until, with one final heavy thrust, he buried himself completely, reaching a depth I never imagined existed.

I collapsed against the armrest, sobbing weakly, as he began to move inside my ass with heavy, slow strokes. Each entry felt like an immense pressure; with each withdrawal, I felt the skin of my anus stretching after him.

”Fuck... you’re tight as hell...” he growled, his voice thick with lust and cruelty. He began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Gradually, the pain transformed into a searing, numbing heat. My body surrendered to his violent rhythm. He was grinding his body against my butt, the sound of his hips slamming against my cheeks filling the room with a bold echo.

”Say it!” he barked, yanking my hair back to force my head up. ”Say who this ass belongs to now!”

”To you... Daddy... it’s yours... Ah!” I cried out, tears drenching my face.

He showed me no mercy. He continued to fuck me from behind with the mafia violence he had promised. I felt a shudder of death and ecstasy sweep through me at once, and I squirted my fluids onto the sofa, screaming his name.

Suddenly, he yanked his dick out of my ass without finishing, leaving me with a painful void and a stinging burn that made me gasp. ”Get up,” he commanded. I tried to stand, but an indescribable pain tore through my insides; it felt as if my body was still stretched wide because of him.

”Sit,” he snapped. I sat on the sofa, trembling, my lingerie torn and soaked. He grabbed my face in his powerful hand, pressing his thumb against my jaw to force me to look at him. ”Go on... open your mouth, sweetheart.”

I opened my mouth slowly in awe. He shoved his hardened cock, coated in my fluids, inside me. The massive head hit the back of my throat instantly, making me gag and try to recoil, but his hand behind my head prevented any escape.

”Suck it, Julie... I want to cum in your mouth,” he said, beginning to thrust his hips.

I started to suck his dick with a hunger born of both fear and desire, my tongue licking the bulging veins that filled my mouth. The taste of the mixed fluids was sharp and bold. He began pumping himself into my mouth with a fast, violent rhythm, hitting my throat every time, making my eyes water from the lack of air.

He watched me with hungry eyes, seeing my innocent face stained by the traces of his flavor, his hand gripping my hair to control my pace. The sound of his dick against my tongue and my muffled gasps filled the room.

”Yes... like that... be my little mafia slut.”

I loved what he was doing to me. Everything felt like heaven. I realized that the times he had fucked me before were gentle and tender; today, he didn’t see me as a little girl. He saw me as a woman worthy of him.

He growled hoarsely before giving one final, tight grip on my hair and thrusting deep into my throat, emptying his entire load of hot cum there. I felt his lava pouring into my mouth in a massive, warm, and sticky amount until I nearly choked on it.

He didn’t let me pull away; he forced me to swallow every drop, staring into my eyes as if challenging me until he was sure I had swallowed it all. He finally pulled his dick out and wiped the remains from my lip with his thumb, saying with a victorious smile: ”My obedient girl... you pleased me today... You are mine, Julie, and I will behead anyone who even tries to look at you.”