Chapter 4 Toys and the Don

April

Now Gaston took one of my stiff nipples and clamped the sharp-toothed object onto my tender nub, making me hiss in pain and shock. I shifted instinctively as a wave of something unidentifiable shot through my body, my sex clenching in response, the wetness flowing down in anticipation of what was to come.

"Does it hurt, little slave?' growled my Master, and I nodded, my breath hitching. He smiled and took the other teat between his teeth, biting hard. I groaned, my hands digging into his shoulders. Before I could make out what was happening, the second clamp was cruelly anchored on my throbbing nipple, and I mewled and shuddered.

Gaston St. Claire sat, watching sadistically as I gulped and shifted again. Casually, he picked up his tumbler of whiskey and drank slowly, finally tipping the last dregs over my hot, painful nipples as I sat, balanced on his lap, my legs spread wide, clutching his shoulders.

I hissed as he flicked a finger at the stiff, diamond embedded clamps as he toyed with them. I groaned and whispered,

"Please, Master..."

He chuckled, aware of my neediness. My juices were leaking from my sex, and I lowered my head, blushing, aware that his trouser clad thighs were getting damp.

I could feel his hard shaft at the crack of my a*s and I shivered.

He sipped from his refilled tumbler, enjoying my growing discomfort. I wanted him to take me, anyway. But the man sat, a slight smile playing on his lips. He lightly slapped first one breast, then the other, his c*ck twitching as I moaned and shifted in response.

"So I am old, eh, my little slut?' He grunted, taking a tortured nipple into his mouth, clamp and all, and sucking hard.

I wanted to scream as I shot upright, my poor pus*y clenching and unclenching frantically as I dug my fingers into his hard, muscled shoulder, wordlessly begging him to give me the release my poor body was clamouring for.

But my Mafia Don was enjoying himself. He shifted so that his thick, wet c*ck was poised at the crack between my butt cheeks. With a groan, he lowered his head to take my nipple between his teeth and sucked hard again as I shot up in his lap, gripping his shoulders, the pain and the pleasure making me rub myself against his trousered thighs wildly.

He growled,

"You are getting my pants wet with your f*cking dripping wet pus*y, you horny bit*h. ..."

And then, he growled, commandingly, "Take out my co*k.'

I obeyed, my heavy breasts shuddering painfully as I moved, and he raised his hand to lightly slap one of them. I cried out. I was naked, perched on his trouser clad thigh, which was damp with my juices, I blushed to see.

Roughly, he pushed me off his lap as he fisted himself crudely.

'Take it in your mouth, wh*re, get it wet. I have run out of lube.'

He growled, and I kneeled before him, lovingly kissing the tip of his mushroom head as he fisted my long hair and held my head so that he could watch.

"Suck it, damn you,' he snarled, and I dimpled.

"Yes, Master," I sang softly.

I sucked him in, hollowing my cheeks as the salty precum flooded my mouth, and I moaned at the taste of my lover.

He jerked my head up.

"Get the f*ck up here, you wh*re.' he growled like a man on his last legs, and I obeyed meekly.

He slapped my breast again, harder this time, and my nipple throbbed. I whimpered as he deliberately tugged on the clamps.

"You are turning forty, and still horny for my c*ck, eh, my feisty little slave?' He grunted as I wriggled on his lap.

Tossing back my hair, I met his eyes questioningly, and in that instant, he moved.

With a jerk of his strong hips, Gaston St. Claire, impaled me on his thick, long shaft, and I cried out, falling onto him, gripping his shoulders helplessly, and throwing my head back as he began to move.

Another jerk and I fell forward, and he captured my mouth easily, a finger cruelly tugging at the clamp. I was like a finely tuned instrument, about to give way any moment. My hips rocked wildly.

"Little wh*res, with horny little cu*ts get what they ask for ...' he growled hoarsely, biting my earlobe, as he lifted me with his one strong arm and then brought me down onto his member. I wanted to scream, but I knew that it was not allowed. What would the guards, standing outside, at the door, think of me?

I bit my lip as I felt my muscles clench desperately around his thick manhood as it shafted in and out of my womb, relentlessly.

"Gaston," I gasped as I remembered belatedly," I ...you ...No protection..."

He grunted, his mouth on my breast, sinking his teeth into my soft nub, and I whimpered. He sucked the diamond clamp, with my poor nipple between the teeth, and I shuddered as I came in a rush, sobbing his name mindlessly.

"Cover my c*ck with your juices, wh*re, coat my balls with it," he ordered hoarsely, smiling tightly and I knew he was also going to come.

'Yes, Master..." I panted, my hips wobbling wildly as I obeyed him.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into him, loving the feel of his teeth, his hard hands holding me as I rocked on his thick staff, his manhood claiming me.

And then, we climaxed, he with a loud roar, as I flopped on his lap helplessly, my head falling back as I seemed to be lifted into the clouds and beyond. Dimly, I felt him tug off the painful clamps, take the nipples into his warm mouth, and suck hard and brutally. But I was beyond sensation. I giggled and leaned against them, my poor nipples throbbing, my body sated.

He chuckled softly.

"Did you get what you came for, little horny bi*ch of mine?'

I nodded, unable to speak, as I laid my head on his shoulder, the tingling in my body making me smile and sigh.

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