Chapter 2 Cucks

Sage

One million dollars annually.

That is how much the Mafia boss and his spouse wanted to use me as their plaything. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child. Their desire was for me to reside in their house, sleep in their bed, and instantly bend over them like a child.

But no strings attached never worked out.

I cautiously made my way through the Buratti family club toward the back offices, where a towering security guard wearing a black suit and black sunglasses stood, amid flashing lights and grinding bodies. I held the contract in my hand and looked up at him, my heart racing a million miles per hour.

"I'd like to see Constantino, please," I whispered.

He gave me a perfunctory glance before nodding and directing me to Constantino's office.

Naturally, there were many drawbacks to the job and the money was illegal. I would be singled out by rival families, harassed by the police, and looked down upon by the Buratti relatives as a dirty, easy slut if anyone found out about me.

However, I would be safe with Constantino. Furthermore, Constantino refused to accept anyone's crap.

Constantino's door was twice knocked on by the guard. Sage is here to see you, boss.

"Sage?" he called, his voice slipping through the shut door. "Send her in."

I ran into the sleek room and sat down in front of Constantino on one of the two leather chairs, chewing on the inside of my lip while staring down at my feet because I was too nervous to look him in the eye. I took a deep breath and glanced up at him as the door clicked shut.

Looking at me across the maple wood desk, his full pink lips pressed together, Constantino, with his dark brown hair slicked back, a black Rolex around his wrist, and a fitted suit hugging his muscular frame, looked.

Like the last time I saw him, he didn't smile when we made eye contact. Instead, he sat back in his chair, tapped his finger on the armrest, and glanced down at the contract in my shaky hands. "I see that you've come to a decision."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Speak up when you talk to me."

"Yes," I said a bit louder, trying desperately to fake confidence.

Truth was that I was scared shitless. I didn't know how this was going to go. I had never been left alone with him before and had only really spoken to his wife. She had been the one to sit next to me at the bar just outside after my ex dumped me, the one to tell me that he must've been worthless to throw me away and then ask me for my number, and the one to propose this little deal.

"And?" Constantino asked, an unreadable expression on his face.

"And I ..." I fumbled with the contract and slid it across the desk. "I want to do it."

The corner of his lip twitched up as he grabbed the contract from me. "Do what?"

"I want to be your toy."

After a couple moments of staring at me intensely, he flipped to the last page of the contract and cleared his throat. "Abele!" he shouted.

The security guard opened the door and stuck his head into the room. "Yes, sir?"

"Bring the car around the back."

When Abele disappeared, Constantino stood and held out his hand for me to take. "You will start tonight. Laila will be surprised and excited. She's been waiting for your reply since last Friday, Sage."

Hesitantly, I grabbed his hand. A rush of excitement shot through my body at the feel of him on my skin. This man must've held a gun in this hand so many times, used it to shoot and kill hundreds of people, and now ... now, he would use it to make me and his wife feel good together.

"And you?" I asked, finally having a bit of courage. "How do you feel about it?"

Guiding me toward the door, Constantino chuckled. "This might've been Laila's idea, but I've been waiting for your response almost as much as she has. Seeing how excited my wife was when she saw you last weekend, I can't wait to tie you up and have my way with both of you."

Heat rushed to my core, and I shifted slightly, so I pressed my thighs together while we walked down the hall, opposite of the club and to a back door. Abele opened the door for us, glancing briefly at our hands, and handed Constantino the keys.

"Don't call me for the night," Constantino said to Abele, glancing at me as he opened the passenger door. "Laila and I will be busy."

After curtly nodding at Constantino, Abele shut the back door. I slid into the passenger seat and pressed my hands to my thighs to stop them from bouncing, my nerves coming back. This was real now. Constantino was taking me back to his penthouse to become his and his wife's toy for however long I desired.

Constantino drove about ten blocks down, then pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment building. He tapped on his phone, and I limped out of the car, nervous. Together, we made our way to the elevators.

Constantino pressed the button at the top and said, "You will get half now." "Half, after this year ends. You will live in this apartment building, a few floors down, and all of your expenses will be covered. We have already prepared a space for you.

There was a buzz on my phone and a message appeared from my bank account. A $500,000 deposit, a sum I had never even seen before. It exceeded my lifetime expectations in terms of what I saw.

Glancing up at him, I pushed the phone back into my pocket. "Is that where we're going now?"

"No." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the elevator when the doors opened. "My wife is the one we are seeing."

Once he pressed his finger to the door pad and pressed a couple buttons on his lock, the door swung open, and I was hit with a shit-ton of nerves. Yet, instead of stepping back like I usually did, I stepped into their penthouse and gulped.

It smelled just like her, just like she had last week.

"Laila," Constantino called, his usual booming voice relatively calm now.

"In here!" Laila shouted from a back room. "I've been waiting all day for you."

He placed a hand on my lower back and guided me down the hallway, toward a back room. A soft moan drifted down the hall, and I swallowed hard, the heat gathering between my legs. What would Laila do once she found me here? Did she even know I was coming?

When we reached the last door, I stopped in my tracks. With her eyes closed, her breasts hardly visible, and her fingers caressing her lacy underwear that revealed nothing, Laila was reclined on the bed, clad in the most gorgeous pair of maroon underwear I had ever laid eyes on.

"Look, doll, look who I brought home for us."

Laila opened her intense brown eyes and froze, sucking in sharply. I thought for a split second that she was going to take her hand away, but then her lips formed a tiny smirk and she carried on playing with her wet folds, which made me tense.

What are your thoughts? Constantino asked as he took hold of my hand and spun me around as though I were a piece of machinery, but I guessed that's what I was to them now. The Mafia's toy. To use. To play with. To pleasure themselves with.

"I love her," Laila murmured, biting her lower lip. "She's so sexy."

Suddenly, Constantino pulled me to him from behind, one arm coming around my waist, his other hand dipping between my legs to touch me under my skirt. I yelped in surprise, my heart pounding against my rib cage. He massaged my clit from behind, his other hand trailing up my body to grasp my breast through my top.

"Take it off of her," Laila said. "I've been waiting to finally see her."

With one of his hands still buried between my legs, Constantino pulled my shirt over my head and swiftly undid my bra, so my breasts bounced out of it. Laila spread her legs a bit further, hooking one finger around her panties and pulling it to the side so we could see everything as she rubbed herself.

After popping all of the buttons on my skirt, Constantino let it fall to the ground and left me in just my underwear. He continued to rub my pussy, the pressure building higher and higher in my core.

"Does my wife turn you on?" Constantino murmured into my ear.

"Yes," I breathed, watching as Laila's head fell back and she moaned.

"Do you want to eat her pussy?"

A wave of heat rushed through me. "Yes."

Constantino slipped his fingers into my underwear and pulled apart my folds, teasing my pussy harder and faster until my legs started trembling. "She's wanted to eat yours all week, kept asking me what you'd taste like."

After he pushed me a bit closer to the bed, I placed my knees on the edge and let him continue.

He gazed over my shoulder at her and gently kissed my shoulder. "Come over here, doll." He held out his wet fingers toward her. "Have a taste."

Laila crawled over to us, grabbed Constantino's wrist, and tugged his fingers into her mouth, wrapping her lips around them, like I'd imagine her sucking his cock, head bobbing back and forth slightly. Heat gathered between my legs as she moaned.

Moving even closer to me, Laila placed her knees on either side of my thigh, sat her sopping pussy against my leg, and ground herself against me as she leaned over my shoulder to kiss her husband, her breasts near my face.

My breath caught in my throat, nerves zipping through me. I had never been with a woman before, but I had wanted to try it for so long. It wasn't a phase or taboo or even something impulsive. I had wanted to touch Laila for so damn long; I had always seen the way she looked at me.

Pushing my nerves to the side, I leaned forward and placed my mouth just above the hem of her lacy bra, kissing her softly at first. Laila placed her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her, moaning into her husband's mouth and continuing to grind her pussy against my thigh.

Constantino shoved his fingers back into my panties, and Laila followed, her fingers moving just as quickly as his. The sensations of two pairs of hands all over me drove me wild. I sucked harder on Laila's breast, tugging down her lacy bra and taking her nipple between my teeth.

"Fuck," Laila murmured, pulling away.

For a moment, I thought I had fucked up or had done something wrong. But Laila pushed me down onto the bed, my back against the mattress, and forced me to spread my legs. She and Constantino dipped their heads between my thighs and ate my pussy, each wanting to taste me for themselves.

The pressure rose in my core, my toes curling. "Oh my gosh ..."

Callous hand gliding against my inner thigh, Constantino entered me with two fingers and pumped them in and out, his wife's tongue flicking against my swollen clit. I laced my hands into her hair, my legs trembling hard.

"I'm going to ... to ..." I threw my head back, on the verge of the most intense orgasm I had had in a while.

And when Laila said, "Come for me," and tugged on my nipple, I screamed out in pleasure.

Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me, my arms and legs numbing in pins and needles.

If this was what the next year would bring, I would be so happy, being their toy.

Once I finished, Laila sat back next to me. "Sit on my face," she said breathlessly, licking her bottom lip.

My brows furrowed together. "A-again?"

"Yes, again."

Hesitantly, I crawled onto her with my pussy in her face and her pussy in mine, dipping my head to kiss just above her underwear line. I clenched at the mere thought of me kissing her further down, yet the nerves reappeared because I had never done this before. Ever.

Wrapping her arms around my thighs, Laila spread my legs, pulled me down closer to her, and flicked her tongue against my clit. I dipped my head again and mirrored her actions, pulling her underwear off her and flicking my tongue against her clit, just how I'd like.

She moaned against me, the vibration making me feel oh-so good.

Constantino watched hungrily, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. When he kicked off his pants and pulled out his huge cock, he walked over to us and grabbed Laila's knees, pushing them as far apart as they could go, then slowly thrust into her cunt. In and out, he thrust until I saw the juices covering his cock.

When he finally pulled out of her a couple moments later, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Suck my wife's juices off my cock."

Clenching, I opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Constantino shoved his huge cock down my throat and face-fucked me until I cleaned his dick for him.

When he finally pulled away, he pushed himself back into Laila and grunted, "Fuck, you both are so tight for me."

Constantino shifted from his wife, back to me, then to his wife. Over and over again.

Once he pulled away for good, he placed his hands on my waist and lifted me up with ease, turning me around so I faced Laila. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss her, softly at first but then wildly, like she was desperate for it.

With one knee on the bed, Constantino pushed his bare cock into me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding away. My breasts swayed against Laila's, her hands traveling down my body to cup them.

I let out a moan into her mouth, feeling my core pressure rise instantly. Just when I was about to tip over the edge, Constantino pulled out of me and thrust himself into his wife. She moaned and kissed me harder, pinching and tugging on my nipples.

When her body tensed, Constantino pulled out of her and pushed himself back into me, teasing us both for the next ten minutes. Desperate for a release, I ground my clit against her mound, the pressure rising higher and higher in my core.

"Oh fuck," Laila breathed against me. "Keep doing that. You're going to make me come."

I could not stop pushing against her as Constantino gave me a backfuck. He simultaneously finger-fucked Laila by dipping his hand and inserting a few fingers into her pussy.

I sucked on Laila's lower lip and my toes curled as waves upon waves of pleasure surged through me. Laila tensed her body even more as she watched me approach, and when Constantino remained motionless deep within my pussy, she eventually threw back her head and came.

Her husband's sperm was buried deep in my cunt when I fell asleep on the bed next to Laila. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me in. Sage, you now belong to us. All ours."