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Working with La Squadra was difficult at times. Especially when you’re the only girl on the team. Risotto made it clear the day that he met you that you were going to be only his - no one else’s. That meant no other member could even look at you for too long, let alone touch you. He knew all too well how pent up the rest of the Squadra men were. He had no intentions of letting any of them claim you.
From that moment on, he made sure to leave darker marks along your collar bones, to have his hand on your thigh during meetings. They were little gestures with a big statement: back off.
Risotto pushed you onto his desk, your bare back hitting the scattered papers and hard wood. His look was nearly malicious and you knew then that he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily. His slender fingers snaked down to your lace panties, stroking the wet fabric gently before ripping them off. It happened so fast, it was as if you couldn’t see it, or rather, register it.
It took less than a few seconds after that for Risotto to to slide three of his fingers inside of your wet hole. He was shocked to see how wet you were, simply from him just being rough with you. But after dating for a while, he knew what you liked. His fingers twisted and curled up, hitting that special spot inside of your walls. Instantly, you felt as though you melted right into him, your eyes rolling back into your head. Risotto had thick fingers, and boy did he know how to use them on you.
When he stopped abruptly and pulled his fingers out of you, you sighed with disappointment. Risotto smirked, and leaned down to your ear. His other hand grabbed your throat, slowly constricting your airways as he whispered:
“Did you really think I’d let you get away with this, putana?”
His voice was deep, and his words felt like they were cutting right through you. You never should have let Melone grope your ass. You deeply regretted that now…
“You need to be reminded who your capo is.”
Just as he finished his statement, his fingers that were soaked from your juices traveled south, and, without warning, he plunged them into the tight ring of muscles below your pussy.
Oh. oh. ‘So this is what he meant….’ you thought to yourself.
His hand was still firm around your throat as he pulled away, watching your small hole stretch to accommodate his fingers. They were nothing compared to the sheer size and length of his cock, you knew this was going to hurt. Especially because you were barely using lube.
Your breathing became uneven and labored as his fingers worked their magic inside your ass. The feeling was foreign and uncomfortable to you, and though you had done anal with Risotto a few times before, you still could never get used to his size.
As he teased your entrance with the head of his cock, he enjoyed the view he had of your body. You were laying down, his left hand around your throat, your eyes were starting to water from the stretch of his cock slowly entering you. That, and the fact that you were slowly losing consciousness from his tight grip on your throat. Risotto smirked, he seemed to be enjoying this too much.
When his cock finally entered you to the hilt, you let out a loud sigh, trying your hardest to grip onto the hardwood of Risotto’s desk.
He started to thrust into you at a rough pace. Part of the reason he enjoyed anal sex with you, was simply the fact that he knew he was too big for your pussy, and he couldn’t go all the way in. Though he still preferred vaginal sex, this was a nice change every once and a while, and he loved to use it as a form of punishment on you.
His thrusts began to pick up, and his grip around your throat was tightening harder with each passing minute.
“When I said you would be mine —“ he trailed off as he started to pant. “I meant that you’d be mine alone” his last word was emphasized with a particularly deep thrust. “That didn’t mean Melone or anyone else could touch you, cara.”
You wanted to reply, to say sorry, but his rough hand constricting your throat was making it impossible to breathe, let alone speak. Risotto seemed to understand this now, and he pulled his hand away, allowing you to suck in a big breath of air.
“What do you have to say for yourself, putana?” He said as he gave your ass cheek a firm slap. You breathed in heavily before spewing out apologies.
“I-I’m sorry Capo.. I shouldn’t h-have let anyone touch me… “ you mumbled. Tears started to swell up in your eyes from the pressure, he was in so deep and his thrusts were becoming more and more rough. You knew that touching yourself would help ease the foreign feeling, but your capo wasn’t going to allow any of that. At least, not yet.
Risotto’s hand came up to your cheeks, squeezing them together as he looked down into your eyes. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough.” He grunted. “Who do you belong to?”
It was a question that you knew you had to answer, or suffer the consequences. At this point, you just wanted him to cum so that this pressure would subside…
“I-I belong to you, Risotto~” You hummed, trying to keep your voice as stern, yet needy sounding as possible. You didn’t want your Capo to think that you were messing around, not at a time like this.
He was close, he could feel it. His eyes darted down to your pussy which was red and slightly gaped. He chuckled a little at the sight.
“Your cunt isn’t used to being ignored like this, is it, mio cara?”
Your breathing began to get ragged again, and your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping his desk.
“N-no…..you always make my pussy feel good” you stuttered back.
Risotto leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, demanding entrance as his thrusts increased. When he pulled away, that’s when he looked you straight in the eyes:
“That’s what I like to hear. Even when I’m fucking your ass, I still make your pussy feel good. Now how about you touch yourself and cum on my cock, hm?”
His words were enough to nearly throw you over the edge, and you wouldn’t dare disobey him. As he focused on thrusting into you and chasing his own release, you began to rub your clit at a fast pace, anything to make you cum with your Capo. To be honest, it shocked you that he’d even let you cum, after all, wasn’t this a punishment ?
A few more moments passed , and Risotto grabbed a hold of your throat again “you better cum soon, tesoro. I’m about to fill your ass right up”
That was it, those words were enough to send you into an amazing orgasm. You moaned out his name as you squirted all over his chest and lower region. The pressure from him fucking your ass, and the feeling of you rubbing your clit is what really sent you over. Your juices began to drip from his chest and Risotto chuckled deeply as he pushed himself deeper into your ass, spilling ropes of white cum inside you.
You didn’t even realize the mess you had made on your capo.
Risotto pulled out, admiring how red and swollen your pussy and ass was, and at the drops of cum that we’re slowly seeping out. He pulled you up off the desk, and forced you on your knees before pulling your hair to look up at him.
“Look at the mess you made, cara. How about you clean me up? Put that tongue to good use.” He demanded. You wouldn’t dare disobey him.
You snaked your delicate hands up his thighs and began to lick your juices off of his pelvic region. The taste was weird, and now that you came you were honestly a little disgusted at having to do this, but you knew it made your Capo happy.
When you licked everything off, Risotto grabbed your cheeks again and lent down for a deep kiss, tasting your juices on your mouth.
“The next time a Squadra member even looks at you, I expect you to tell them who it is that makes you cum and beg like a whore, over and over” Risotto said.
You looked up at him, nodding, as you slowly rose to your feet.
“I will, Capo.” You hummed as you cuddled into his broad chest, hoping to get some sort of apology hug.
Just then, you felt the weight of two strong hands press down on your shoulders and push you back onto your knees.
“I never said I was done with you yet.”