The Mafia's Good Girl
The Mafia’s Good Girl – Chapter 14

~ Violet ~

Violet let out a gasp as she pulled Damon’s boxer briefs down and his manhood sprang free. This was the closest she had ever gotten to a male’s reproductive organ. Violet stopped for a moment because she wasn’t sure of what to do next.

When she first heard Talia’s explanation of the whole plan, everything seemed simple enough: pretend to escape, get Damon’s attention so he’ll come back, and have him wrapped around her finger as soon as he does. But when it was time to actually follow through, it was a different story. Violet had never done anything like this before. She suddenly felt scared and out of her element.

Meanwhile, Damon just stood and watched her in silence, patiently waiting for her next move. With shaky hands, Violet then reached for Damon’s member. Her fingers wrapped around his base and her hand looked so little compared to his girth. Violet held her breath as she drew nearer and her lips were only an inch away from his tip.

“So this is your big plan to get me to take your virginity?” Damon said suddenly, catching her off guard.

Violet looked up at him and he let out a smirk. Suddenly and without warning, Damon’s hand grabbed Violet by her neck. She felt the air escaping her throat and she couldn’t breathe. Damon then pulled her up roughly and Violet was powerless against him.

Damon brought her face up until her lips were inches away from his. His eyes bored into her and Violet didn’t know if he was mad or happy, or maybe both.

“You think it’d be that easy?” he said again, murmuring into her ear.

“P-please,” Violet cried. “I can’t breathe…”

Damon didn’t let go of his hand right away. Violet’s hand reached up and clawed against his skin, but he was relentless. Finally, after a few more seconds, Damon loosened his grip and Violet could breathe again. She was still reeling from what just happened when Damon grabbed her face with both his hands and crashed his lips onto hers.

Violet’s eyes jerked open in shock. Damon’s mouth was hard and rough against hers. He was powerful and dominating. He wasn’t choking her, but he sucked the air out of her lungs still.

When Damon felt that Violet wasn’t returning the k**s, he pulled her away and stared down at her. There was a glint of disappointment in his eyes. Meanwhile, Violet was still standing there in complete and utter shock.

“Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson,” Damon said lowly.

In one swift move, Damon lifted her entire body up with ease and threw her down on the bed. Violet let out a shriek, and her first instinct was to get away, but Damon pinned her down completely. She was lying flat on her back and Damon pulled her hands up above her head. He yanked his tie off his collar and tied her hands up on the bedpost.

Once Violet was completely tied up, Damon took a step back to admire his handiwork. Violet swallowed hard as she looked at the expression on Damon’s face. She knew there was no way she could get out of this. Her little trick didn’t work and now she got herself tied up and at Damon’s mercy.

What is he going to do? Is he going to do it…?

As if to answer the question on her mind, Damon suddenly flipped her body over so she was lying flat on her stomach. Her face was flushed against the pillow and if she didn’t turn her head to the side, she wouldn’t be able to breathe again.

Violet saw Damon’s knee dipping the bed as he leaned down closer to her. Then she felt his cold fingers running down her skin, sending shivers up and down her spine. His hand first landed on her back and it made its way down to her small round a*s. His hand felt so big as it cupped her a*s, grabbing a firm hold of it. Violet couldn’t help but squirm.

“Little girl, you made me miss a very important meeting today,” Damon’s husky voice was harsh against her ear. “So what should we do with you?”

“D-Damon, please…” Violet tried to beg, but it only made things worse. Damon pulled his hand away and it came back harshly against her skin seconds later.

* SMACK! *

“Ouch!” Violet yelped in pain as Damon’s large hand slapped her left a*s cheek. She wanted to kick and protest, but Damon’s other hand was tightly holding her ankles down.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“Yes…”

“Good,” Damon let out another smirk before he swung his hand against her again.

* SMACK! *

Violet bit her l*p to suppress the cry coming out of her throat. Damon had slapped her again right on the same spot and her skin was stinging in pain. A single tear rolled down her cheek and she began to wonder if this was going to be the end of her. Violet scrunched her eyes shut in fear.

Violet could feel Damon’s hand landing on her a*s again, but instead of slapping her, this time he was slowly caressing her skin. Violet didn’t know what was happening, but whatever he was doing was making her stomach twist into knots. And before she could react in any way, Damon’s fingers slipped further down and they cupped Violet’s clit and entrance.

Violet’s eyes shot open as Damon’s fingers slowly rubbed against her. The twist in her stomach grew even more powerful and Violet tried her best to clench her thighs, hoping it would stop Damon’s movements. Damon only took it as a challenge and he pulled his hand away. Seconds later, his hand landed roughly on her a*s again.

* SMACK! *

“Keep fighting me and it’s gonna hurt more than it should,” he warned.

Violet let out a cry before scrunching her eyes shut again. Her body felt limp and powerless except for the clenching feeling inside her stomach. Meanwhile, Damon’s hand went back to circling her thigh and reaching up for her clit. His fingers rubbed and flicked against her sensitive nub, sending all sorts of electric currents into her veins.

“Hmm, look at you,” Damon g*****d appreciatively as his fingers were collecting the wetness around her entrance. “So wet and ready,”

Violet didn’t know how or why she got wet. She wasn’t supposed to. She shouldn’t be aroused, especially not with what Damon was doing to her.

“Such a good little virgin,” Damon said as he pulled his hand away. A part of her suddenly felt like protesting. She didn’t want him to pull away.

* SMACK! *

“Ah!” Violet cried as Damon slapped her a*s again. He always slapped her at the same spot, and the stinging pain grew even more.

Within seconds, his fingers then went back to her clit and he continued the assault again and again. He’d tease and get her all worked up, but right before she could replace her release, Damon would pull away and slap her a*s instead. Violet soon realized what a cruel and unusual punishment this was.

* SMACK! *

The sound of her skin being slapped by his rough hand was hanging in the air. Her a*s was totally sore and raw pink. But the pain on her skin was nothing compared to the pain she was holding inside her stomach. She was so desperate for a release, it felt like an intense aching.

“Damon, please…” she begged. Tears were streaming down her face, making the pillow completely wet.

“Please what?” he taunted.

Please stop this nonsense and just take me already!

Violet wanted to say those words but her pride was getting in the way. She couldn’t say anything and she only squirmed instead, grinding herself against the bed, hoping it would somehow bring her the release she desperately needed.

“Nice try,” Damon stifled a laugh at her pathetic attempt. Then he put his hands on her h**s and flipped her body over again.

Violet was now lying on her back and Damon climbed the bed to hover over her. His face was inches away from her and he stopped for a minute to study her expression. He noted the tears that were dried on her face, the angry and scared look in her eyes, and how her lips were quivering. She was absolutely helpless and Damon only smiled. It was at this moment where Violet realized how much Damon was enjoying playing mind games on people. Perhaps her virginity wasn’t his intention all along. He only wanted to play the game and torture her until she breaks. Because maybe it would give him a satisfaction that was higher than s*x.

“Damon, please,” Violet begged him for the third time that day. “Just get it over with. Please,”

Damon didn’t answer her in words. Instead, he put his hands on her thighs and pulled them apart. Then he leaned his face down until his lips connected with the skin on her chest. Damon trailed k****s from her chest down to her stomach. He kissed both her n*****s and rolled his tongue over them. Violet was writhing and squirming, but his hold on her body was firm and strong. Damon continued kissing his way down until his lips connected with her lower stomach.

Violet let out a gasp when she felt him near her entrance. Damon looked up to see her expression and their eyes met. Violet looked horrified but Damon only cócked his head to the side. While keeping his gaze on her, Damon delved down and flushed his nose onto her skin. He inhaled a deep breath and let out an appreciative g***n. And before Violet could do anything else, his tongue had darted out and it was licking and sucking on her core.

Violet’s eyes shot open and they rolled to the back of her head. She didn’t know what this was but it felt so very good. She tried to fight it at first, but it was impossible. Shocks of pleasure coursed through her veins and her entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Hmm, you taste so fúcking sweet,” he murmured.

Damon sucked, lapped, and licked her juices clean. Violet found herself arching her h**s up to Damon, giving him more access. She was so close to exploding, she couldn’t stop the m***s escaping her lips.

* SMACK! *

Before she could get there, however, Damon pulled away and slapped the skin between her thigh and her core. Violet’s legs jerked up instantly, but he kept them down with his manly hands. Violet was once again being brought so close to the edge but she was denied the satisfaction of a release. She was absolutely frustrated and her whole body was aching in pain.

“Damon…” she cried. She wanted to beg again, but she knew it was useless. He had no desire of giving her what she wanted.

“You wanna know what you taste like?” Damon replied teasingly.

He slowly climbed up her body and tilted her chin so she was facing him. Violet was absolutely spent. She had no more energy to fight him. Her gaze was dimmed and tears were pooling in her eyes.

Damon kept his hand on her chin as he delved down for her lips. Violet closed her eyes instinctively and she tasted something sweet and salty between her lips. Damon kissed her softly and tenderly this time. He took his time and he let her taste the juices in his mouth. Then he slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth with very little resistance. Violet gave out and she let him have his way. His tongue roamed her mouth and he tasted every corner of her. Once he was satisfied, Damon pulled away and stopped to look at her for a moment.

“Such a good girl,”

The words came out of his mouth in a whisper. His gaze darted from her lips back to her eyes. He stared at her for the longest time and there was even a glint of a smile playing on his lips. It seemed like he was pleased with her and Violet felt a little bit hopeful.

Maybe now… he’ll do it?

But just as Damon was toying with her emotions all day long, he did it again this time. Before she could get anymore hopeful, he suddenly pulled himself away, rolling off the bed. He stood on his feet and fixed his clothes. Violet let out a disappointed sigh because she knew it wasn’t going to happen. She could only watch with blurry eyes as he walked over to the bedpost and reached for her tied up hands.

Damon was about to untie the tie, but he stopped himself for some reason. Cócking his head to the side, he thought for a moment before saying, “You know what? I kinda like seeing you like this,”

Damon’s hands dropped to his side and he stepped away from the bed. Violet glared at him and her jaw fell to the ground.

“Damon!” she protested and wiggled her hand to break free, but it wouldn’t. “You’re not seriously leaving me like this, are you?”

“The maids will help you,” Damon said as he headed for the door.

“But—!“

“What?” he cut her off.

Violet never used a bad word in her life but at this moment she was thinking of all the bad words she knew in her vocabulary. She wished she could say it all to him, but she knew it wasn’t going to help. It was only going to make him madder and punish her harder.

“This is what you get for playing with fire, sweet girl,” Damon said to her before he exited the room. “You get burned,”

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