The Mafia's Hottie

"Are you mine, little Hottie ? " he whispered the question into my ears in a hushed tone while tracing my earlobe with his lips, while his hands worked in making a puddle of nectar out of my little honey pot, making me wither under him in pleasure. At that moment,eagle spread on his work desk, with just my top on I could only moan out some pleasurable whimpers with the added pressure on my little sensitive bud, feeling myself climb the stairs of ecstasy. And it was gone. I could feel the frustration brewing up in me as I opened my eyes to meet his olive green eyes, now layered with a sheet of lust. I sent him an annoyed look to which he smirked before suddenly thrusting two of his fingers into me, as he hovered over me. "Say the words Jess and you will get what you want." I could feel the pressure building up in me and the sole possibility of it going away from me again makes me scream those forbidden dreadful words. "I am your Hottie, Carl." ___________________________________________ What happens when a Mafia King carries an outgoing curious girl into his world, with whom he shares a deep unknown connection ?