The Mafia's Boy Toy

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Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let's have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.

Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!

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"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.

I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets.

"Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me.

"We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, he's smirking.

I'm still wet and clammy from his cum and all the things he just did to me, and he is talking about more...!?

"Why are you so silent? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I said? What's the matter? "He continues his querying, and I look away from him again.

"It's nothing. "I lie as I battle to keep my cool.

"David. "He calls, and I can hear the building frustration in his voice, but I ignore him. I'm pissed but I'm not ready to air my mind. I'm not sure I'm ready for that conversation yet.

My breath hitches in my throat when I suddenly feel his hand begin to trail my naked body under his. My senses follow his fingers as they travel down my body, reaching for my cock. I swallow when he finds it, and I look back up at him.

"What's with the attitude tonight? "He whispers as he leans even closer with his warm breath fanning my face, and my heart begins to thud in my chest.

I clench my jaw as I stare into his beautiful eyes, and as he begins to stroke my dick, I find myself hating how much power he has over me.

"How do I get you to tell me what's wrong, Sweet treat? "He questions further. Calling me by the pet name he gave me, and I just glare at him. Fighting the desire I feel burning inside me.

"You know I can't stand you being mad at me. "He adds as he leans in to kiss me, and I feel flutters erupt in my stomach.

Every time. Every God dammed time. I always react like this around him. Even though I know it's not good for me, and loving him will only hurt me, I can not stop myself.

I shut my eyes when he moved his lips to my neck. Dropping feather-light kisses as he makes his way down my body, and my heart starts pounding in excitement I hate to admit. I turn to ice when he yanks the covers off us, and I inhale deeply when he plants a kiss on the tip of my cock. I look down at him, and sure enough, he's watching me. Studying how much of a hold he has on me. Watching how easily he can turn the tides of my heart and body. And from the twinkle in his eyes, I can tell that he loves the sight. The proud bastard!

I arch my back off the bed when he wraps his tongue around my tip, and I watch as he sucks my full length into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick sends all the cold I previously felt evaporating from my body, and sends sweet warmth and shivers to the roots of every single nerve in my body.

"Fuck... "I cuss as I grab the bed sheet.

My toes curl as he begins to wrap and work his tongue around my length, but I almost lose it when he swallows me, and I feel his throat wrap around my dick.

"Oh, shit... "I cuss as I bite my lower lip.

I feel my soul threaten to leave my body as he sucks me like his intention is to suck every voice of reason from my head... And it seems to be working. This isn't just a blow job. No. He is making love to my dick... With his mouth.

Goosebumps rise along my skin when he moves down to my balls, and unable to stop myself, I bury my fingers in his silky, long, black hair. I struggle to hold back as he keeps swallowing my full length. Allowing my dick to slam into the back of his throat, and breaking every ounce of self-control I have. I feel my eyes water, and sweat spreads through my body.

"I'm gonna cum... "I warn him, but he doesn't stop.

"I'm... "I try to warn him again, but it's too late. My grip on his hair tightens as I release my load into his throat. I collapse back on the bed, panting, and I watch him swallow my cum. All of it. He stands up with a proud expression on his stupidly perfect face, and I huff before rolling my eyes and looking away in annoyance.

Once again, he used his power over my body. I hate how my body responds to his touch. How I can't turn him down. How it's so easy for him to get my body to do what he wants... Like he just did.

I feel him get on the bed beside me, and I turn my back to him. How will I be able to stand my ground if things continue like this?

He suddenly wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. Although I am angry at him, my body tingles when I feel his dick pressed against my bare ass. I shut my eyes as I savour the feeling. Fighting with everything in me not to push back against it.

He buries his mouth in the side of my neck, and I shut my eyes.

"I can't seem to get enough of you. "He whispers, and I swallow.

"You're so fragile, and I know I should stop before I break you, but I can't help myself. You're one piece of work that was created to push all my limits. I'm afraid my will is not that strong. "He adds, and I can't hold it in anymore.

"Is that all I am? "I demand, and I feel him stiffen.

"Huh? "

"Is this all I am to you? Your fuck toy. Your... Cum dump. I only exist in your life to pleasure you in bed. Is that it? "I question as I wriggle out of his grip and turn to look at him.

"David. What are you... "He begins, but I cut him off.

"It's a simple question. A very simple one. I only want an answer. "I reply, and he just stares at me. I immediately feel tears begin to sting the sides of my eyes, as I have an idea of what his answer will be but still want him to say it.

"I love you. You know I love you, and it is cruel that you act like you don't know it. Like you don't know I mean it when I say it. I'm tired of the games. I need to know if you love me too, or if I'm just fooling myself. I want you to point out what I am to you, so I know where I belong.

You said I can not leave you. So, if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, it's only fair that I know what my place is. Am I your prisoner? Your lover or just your boy toy? Something you fuck when you feel like it!? "I demand, and I see shock cloud on his face.

His hesitation to give me an answer breaks my heart, and I scoff.

"Of course. You can't answer. I don't know what I was expecting when you clearly told me from the start. This is where I belong. In your bed. Not in your heart. "I say, unable to stop the teardrop that escapes my eyes.

Unwilling to let him see me cry, I get off the bed, pick my clothes off the ground, and rush into the bathroom.

As my tears fell, I let my mind wander back to the start. The very beginning of all this. Every action and decision I made that got me to this very point. Everything I did that got me into this messy situation with a man who just sees me as his favourite plaything.

I wipe my tears and look at myself in the mirror, vowing that this time, things will be different. Somehow, I'll make him see me as more than just a body. It's either that, or I'll find the strength to finally leave.

This is the story of how I fell for my captor. Against logic, against common sense. How I fell wholly for a man I now know will never love me in return.

David;

It all started one chaotic night. My job was to rob him. Dimitri sent me to do it, and when Dimitri gives an order, you don't ask questions. You follow it, no matter the risks. So, I didn't ask questions. I just obeyed. Taking the risk.

However, the risk I was taking for Dimitri that night was higher than anything else I had ever had to do for him. I wasn't just on another mission. No. This time, I was playing a game of peekaboo with death. I was sneaking through Salvatore's home, to rob him!

One would think I was mad for agreeing to do such a thing, but it would also be madness to disobey Dimitri. So, what could I have done?

For three years, I had belonged to Dimitri. I got tangled with him when I borrowed money from his men to treat my sister's cancer. And when the time came to pay him back, I couldn't. Dimitri would have killed me, but he kept me alive with a preposition. My loyal service to him, in exchange for my life. It wasn't mercy. It was business.

That monster knew everything about everyone, and he knew everything about me. He knew I could hack into anywhere, steal anything and get into places others couldn't. That made me useful to him.

So, he kept me.

I was to work for him till I paid off my debt, but that all changed when Salvatore came into my life. Or rather, when I waltzed into his life. The only reason I was so loyal to Dimitri was because if he killed me, my sister would have had no one to look after her. The little girl had stage four cancer and was battling for her life like the little champ that she was. She was fighting for her life, and I had to stay alive to keep getting money for her treatments.

I was all she had, and she was all I had. So, I had to keep her safe. And keep myself alive for her. She was the only family I had left, and so was I to her. Dimitri could hurt her to get to me, and hurting me would affect her. We were connected because we were dependent on each other.

There may have been better ways to do things, but I had gotten myself so deep in the Mafia business that I didn't see a way out. And when my path crossed with Salvatore's, I just knew that there was never going to be a turning back. The mafia world would become my permanent home whether I liked it or not... And I had no say in it.

How did that happen? Well, I got caught by Salvatore's men during my mission, and from the next morning on, my life as I knew it changed... Drastically.

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Morning After I Got Caught

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I woke up gasping for air, as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Someone had just thrown water at me to wake me up, and I just watched as a bald man walked out of the room with an empty bucket in his hand. I don't know how long I was out, but I groaned from having a stiff neck. My ankles and wrists felt sore and blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright light coming in from a window, and that's when it struck me.

It's daytime! My sister's birthday was meant to be the next day after my mission at Salvatore's villa.

Today!

Vanessa's birthday is today!!

I tried to move but realized that my hands were bound above me, and my legs were bound apart on the ground. I looked above my head and swallowed in fear at the sight of my bound hands. It was at this moment that I came to my full senses. SALVATORE caught me.

I'm doomed. He is going to kill me. It's over. I'm done for. It's all over.

How did I fail so woefully? Did his men get informed that I would be there last night? How did they...

My panic is interrupted when someone walks into the room, and I freeze when I see him.

"You're finally awake. "His baritone voice says dryly, and fear sends shivers through me.

The depth and richness of his voice give a hint of how much power he possesses, and it is TERRIFYING. I have heard about him, and seen a few headshots, but nothing prepared me for what was in front of me. I feel like a rat in front of him... No, I feel like an ant!

His presence fills the room as his huge, form strides in. How can someone be so... huge? He looks like a bodybuilder. Does he do that too? I mean apart from his usual job of ripping people apart.

I don't need an introduction. I already know who this man is.

He is Salvatore Morano-the one and only.

He has long black hair that is neatly slicked back, and green eyes that are so intense they seem like they can see right into my soul. He is so massive he looks like he can cause a fuck load of destruction with just a snap of his fingers.

I know it seems like I'm exaggerating things, but that is exactly what his aura gives. Power. Raw, unfiltered, and boastful power. Power that needs no introduction or announcement.

Everything about him instils fear. And the scar across his left cheek isn't helping matters.

I watch as he sits on the chair behind the desk close to the centre of the room, leaning back with the ease of a predator who knows there is no escape for his prey... Me...

I feel sweat begin to form along my back, and my heart starts pounding. I'm dead. This is. My end.

"I'll make things quick. Who sent you? How did you get past my security? And what did you plan to do with the item in my safe? "He questions, and I swallow. Although his voice is calm, I can sense the danger underneath. A storm waiting for a chance to unleash itself.

I don't have answers to his questions. At least, not the right ones. But if I don't give him something, he'll make my death a horrible one.

"Look, boy. You've been out for three days. If you waste my time any further, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. Start talking. "He speaks again, and my jaw drops.

"Three days?? "I question aloud in shock, and he leans back in his chair.

"Roughly. My boys beat you into a mild coma, and you finally came around today. "He explains, and I freeze.

I've been out for three days!?!

I missed Vanessa's birthday. She'll be so worried.

"Why do you look so pale? Have somewhere to be? "Salvatore then questions mockingly, and I come back to earth. I need to see my sister. I can't imagine how scared she must be. At least one last time before this man kills me.

She must be so worried. I need to get out of here. But how the hell do I do that?

"I see you've decided to waste my time. I was hoping to have a simple day today. Looks like I'll have to get my hands dirty squeezing answers out of you. "Salvatore says as he stands up, and I watch him pull his shirt off.

As the cloth slides off his shoulders, my eyes travel over his bare torso, and I gulp for some reason.

He has tattoos almost everywhere on his body. A dragon that spirals around his left arm, and different drawings and writings I can't decipher on his back. I suddenly begin to feel hot, in a way I have never felt before, and I draw a deep breath, unable to understand what I'm feeling.

He drags a whip off the table, and just looking at the leather weapon, I know it will cause damage. A LOT of damage.

"This isn't my best toy, but since you look so frail, I think it's best to start small. I wouldn't want to rush into things and kill you too fast. It will take the fun out of things. "He says as he begins to run his fingers over the leather of the whip in his hands, and although his words alarm me, I can't stop staring at his hands. My eyes traced the lines of his forearms, the veins that stand out against his skin, And then his fingers.

I know I ought to be scared. No. I am scared. But at the same time, I find myself wondering what his hands feel like. Rough? Calloused? Or surprisingly soft. It is insane. I know. I can not explain it, but studying this man has suddenly become more interesting than the fear that is burning at the back of my mind.

I stare at his neat, properly kept fingernails, and in general, I can tell that he's a neat man. A well-kept man.

Snap out of it, David. He's about to torture you!

"I hate repeating myself, but I'll ask you again. Who sent you? How did you get past my security, and what did you plan to do with what's in my safe? How do you even know what it is? "He questions as he faces me and leans against his table. Causing his muscles to flex and I hold my breath at the sight.

How can someone be so perfect? His eyes... His green eyes are so fervid, they just might cut through a diamond if he stares hard enough. His nose is pointed and straight. A perfect detail sitting above his cupid bow-shaped lips. Lips that are pink but so pink they're utmost red. His long-shaped face screams intimidation and perfection. Who are this man's parents? Do they know how good a job they've done? He doesn't look human. He looks like some kind of mystical being. An incubus maybe. I wonder how many women he has in a chokehold. His love life must be a chaotic mess.

"Are you just going to gawk at me? "He suddenly questions, and I come back to earth. Shit! I've been gawking at him like a fool. I look away in embarrassment and for some Godforsaken reason, I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Is that an erection? "

I freeze on hearing the question, and the amusement in his voice forces me to turn back to look at him. I see a small smirk on his face and I feel horror consume me. I look down at my pants in fear, and to my horror, I find a furious bulge pressed against my pants.

What!?

"You're gay. "Salvatore then says as if stating a fact, and I look up at him, appalled by his words. His tone was almost amused, but his eyes gleamed with something else... something darker... Something. dangerous.

I open my mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words come out. Instead, I feel my embarrassment intensify as his piercing gaze pins me in place.

I was tearing apart in shame, and Salvatore Morano was holding ALL the pieces.

"You're gay. "The words rang in my head like an abominable insult, and I looked up at Salvatore with wide eyes.

"No, I'm not! "I yell with confusion and fright tight in my chest, but he scoffs. The sound was cold and dismissive. Like I didn't know what I was saying.

I try to move, maybe to cover the humiliating bulge with my hands, but the sting in my wrists reminds me of the shackles that I'm in. There is no hiding this embarrassment.

"I'm not gay. It's... Morning wood. "I lie, and he chuckles. This isn't fucking morning wood. It's a full-blown, undeniable erection that I do not know what caused.

"Those are the first words you're saying? People are usually careful when talking to me, and yet the first thing you do when you open your mouth is lie to me. "Salvatore says as he moves off the desk and begins to walk over to me.

His torso and muscles flex as he does so. He moves like a predator. Slow, calculating, and dangerous.

"I'm not lying. I'm not gay! "I reply with desperation making my voice rise, and he stops just a few inches away from me.

"And yet you stare at me like I'm something you want to eat. "He says softly, and I look away as his voice once again sends shivers through me.

"You don't know what you're saying. "I mumble in embarrassment as I feel myself begin to turn red.

He smells like oud and rain. I can't place it, but he smells rich... Unique. A scent I have never smelled on anyone before, and a scent I feel burning into my memory. The kind you can't forget even if you tried.

What is wrong with me? Why do I keep gawking at him? My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and nothing makes sense.

"Care to explain this, then. "He then mocks as he gently pushes the end of his whip against my erection, and I gulp.

"I'm... I'm just cold. " I stammer, the excuse sounding pathetic even to my ears. Laughter suddenly erupts from him, and I am forced to look back up at him because of how rich it sounds.

"Cold? I thought it was morning wood. This..." He pauses, his eyes flicking downward to my embarrassment

"Looks like it's getting bigger." He adds mockingly, and it is unbearable, as I feel my face burn with shame.

I can't explain what is going on with me, but I know I am not gay. I'd always known something was weird about me. In college, I started noticing it more. I found women attractive, but I never wanted to be close to them... sexually. It's why I am still a virgin at 25. But that doesn't mean I'm gay. I find women just as attractive as I find men. I just haven't met the right one yet.

I'm not gay. I'm not!

"I see. You haven't come out yet. "Salvatore mocks me further, and I lose it.

"I'm not gay! I'm a straight man. I already told you. It's morning wood, and it's completely normal! "I yell, and I feel my heart drop when Salvatore smirks at me.

"You're still in denial. This should be fun. "He says as he walks closer to me, and I struggle against my restraints.

Something about his smirk creeps me out, and I know it means trouble is coming. Trouble that makes my stomach churn.

"What do you think you are? Top, or bottom? "He then asks. His tone is casual, like he is discussing the weather as he saunters back to the desk, I blink in shock.

Once he's there, he picks up a small bottle and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"I'll tell you mine. I'm top. "

The words make my heart stop as I gawk at him.

No fucking way. There's no freaking way this man is gay.

I watch in fear as he begins to walk up to me while opening the little bottle.

"What... What is that? What are you doing? "I question in panic as he turns the bottle upside down. Emptying its content on the handkerchief in his hand. I struggle against my restraint as he walks closer to me, and he smirks.

"Wait. Wait! I'll tell you everything you want to know. Please! Just... Just wait... "I begin to panic, as he gets behind me.

"Listen. I'll tell you all you need to know. Don't... Don't kill me, please. "I beg further as I feel his body lean against mine from behind, causing my heart beat to pick a pace as I feel the warmth of his bare torso through my shirt.

"Relax. I'm not killing you... Yet. I'm just helping you realize what you are. "He says before covering my mouth and nose with the handkerchief, and I begin to struggle.

"What?! No, please! It's morning wood, I swear! "I scream muffled into the handkerchief, but he doesn't stop.

"It's cute how hard you're trying to deny the truth. "He says and the room begins to spin.

"I'm... straight... "I mutter weakly, and I feel his other hand begging to reach for and caress my erection through my pants.

"No, you're not. I'll have fun proving that to you. " He whispers.

"What are you doing? "I question weakly and he smirks.

"Testing your theory. "He replies and with that, I feel his lips press against mine.

My heart stops in my chest, and that's the last thing my brain registers before everything fades to black.

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I open my eyes slowly and see a figure in front of me in a dimly lit room. I try to move, but can't and this quickly brings me to my senses. I struggle to look down at myself, and I see that I'm naked! Completely naked.

My legs are folded in front of me and tied apart. My hands on the other hand are tied behind me like a chicken clipped by its wings. I'm resting on a desk, and I'm completely exposed. I can feel my ass and dick facing whoever cares to look, and this sends embarrassment burning through me like hot lava. I begin to sweat in panic as I register the highly demeaning position I am held in.

I soon remember what happened before I passed out, and my head snaps up. To my horror, I find him there.

Salvatore sitting on a chair with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Just... watching me.

"Hey! What's this madness? Why am I naked!? "I yell at him, and he smirks.

"For the view.

Nice view by the way. "He replies as he stares down at me, and I wish the ground could open and swallow me.

"Hey!! Don't look at me. Look away! "I yell, and he smirks as he gulps everything in his cup, drops it on the floor, and keeps smoking his cigarette.

"You refused to give me answers, so I decided to get them my way. If you speak up, good for you. And if you don't, good for me. "He says, as he walks over to me, and I swallow.

I can't tell him that Dimitri sent me. Dimitri knows where Vanessa is. If I rat him out, I'm more than certain that word will get to him, and he will hurt Vanessa as my punishment. But then if I don't give this man answers...

Salvatore raises my face by the chin to look at him, and as he lets out smoke onto my face, I cough.

"Your eyes... Are they natural? "He questions, and I gulp.

"Yes. "I reply, and he smiles.

"Violet eyes. I've never seen those before. "He says, and I just stare at him. Into his eyes. His magnetic green eyes. I haven't seen eyes like his before either. They look dead and emotionless, but somehow, they are still enchanting.

I stare down at his lips which are slightly parted because of the cigarette in them, and I remember that he kissed me before I blacked out. He kissed me! Why the fuck would he do that? Did I imagine it?

"Remembering the kiss? "He questions, and I freeze. I didn't imagine it.

"Did you like it?" He questions further, and for some reason, I feel heat in my cheeks. I look away from him, and he turns my face back to look at him.

"Want another one? "He questions, and I just stare at him. Unsure of what to say to get myself out of this horrific situation.

"I told you. I'm not gay. "I say as I stare at him, and he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth. I watch him throw it to the ground and take a deep breath.

"You're fascinated by me. It's written all over you. "He says, and I begin to feel frustrated. Why won't he listen!?

"You're too full of yourself you perverted dick. I'm not into you. I'm a straight man. Get that into your thick skull Salvatore! You may be gay, and that's good for you. But I'm not! "I spit, and he smirks.

"Feisty. I like that. "He says as he smiles at me, and as his eyes twinkle, I look away again.

"I also like how your body is a worse liar than you are. "He says, and when I look down, I find myself erect once again.

Heat creeps up my neck and spreads all over my face like wildfire, as I find myself horrified by my body's betrayal.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!

I snap my eyes back up to him, and he has a godforsaken smirk on his face, as though he's just won a game.

"You want me to help you... Ease the tension? "He questions, and my jaw drops as I feel my face flush. He begins to reach for my dick, and I lose it.

"Dimitri sent me! I don't know what's in the safe. He just sent me to get whatever I saw in the safe. I didn't want to do this job, but I had no choice. I'm indebted to him, and he knows where my younger sister is. "I blurt and when I look back at him, I find him frozen, staring at me with his hand almost at my dick.

"I was able to get into your house because I hacked into your security system a few days back and learned your guard's patrol pattern. I was also able to get some passwords. That's how I knew the code to the room. I don't know what's in your safe or what Dimitri plans to do with it. I swear! "I add, and he pulls his hand back and keeps staring at me. In silence.

What is going on in his mind?

I watch as his eyes suddenly grow darker, and the sight terrifies me. He has taken up a dark and scary exterior. One that is very different from how he was just a few seconds ago. If I thought he was scary before, this is worse. Almost like the mere mention of Dmitri's name flipped something inside of him.

His eyes become narrow, and his posture stiffens. Is he going to confront Dimitri? If... If that happens, Dimitri will take revenge on my sister. I shouldn't have said anything.

Salvatore suddenly turns around and starts walking towards the exit, and my heart dies in my chest.

"Salvatore, please wait! Please... He knows where my sister is! He'll hurt her if he knows I told you anything. Mr. Salvatore! Please let me go to her! Please! He'll kill her! "I yell after him in panic, but he doesn't turn around.

"Mr. Salvatore, please!! She's just a little girl! "I yell, and he stops.

"I know how much Vanessa means to you. I'm not going to let him hurt her. "He says, and I freeze in shock as I watch him leave.

I never told him Vanessa's name.

How does he... How does he know her name?