MY Possessive Mafia Men

MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 43: I Am Officially Theirs

Chapter 43: I Am Officially Theirs.

Angelia

"Double penetration a***I and double penetration vaginal?" Riccardo asked.

How could they appear so calm about this? I was running hot right now and we weren't even a quarter through the contract. "Yes to both." I

replied.

"Good, we will put down interest. A***al and vagina f***ng?"

Holy

s**t, I almost choked when I took a sip of my drink. I thought about it for a while, hesitating. a little before I shook my head." "Neutral," I mumbled, which in other words means not interested.

"Are you sure, baby girl? If you want, there is nothing to be ashamed of." Marshall said.

Even if I was hypothetically interested, for now, it was just too much and too extreme. While I ut too much and to extreme. While I knew a vagina couldn't be stretched out permanently, it still scares me.

"Put it down as not interested." I replied, I have made my decision.

They didn't try to push anything and Riccardo gave me a kind smile as he wrote it down on the "Triple?" He continued.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

paper.

"It can be oral and a mix of double penetration. double in vaginal and single in **l." He added.

He went through all the ways it could happen and answered that I was willing to try. We went. through sensation play and all the different ways they could tease me while I was blindfolded or wearing earplugs. I was interested in it all, thinking back to the tour with Jocelyn and how she had explained how it all worked. It has gotten me curious to experience it myself. As f s for the humiliation, many of the things mentioned there was a hard limit. I didn't want to be treated as an object, be spit on and generally degraded. I had enough insecurities that something like that could only damage me further rather than build me up. But I was interested in trying out -public humiliation, similar to the scene I witnessed the first time I was here and what her Chapter 43: I Am Officially Theirs. husband had done to her.

The fetish section of the contract went by quickly, neither of us had any fetishes, like for foot, leather or other stuff like that. Role-playing, on the other hand, sounded fun to try out and by the look of Marshall's smile, it seemed he liked the thought as well. For those who hadn't ever read an in-depth bdsm contract, it was a lot to go through. There were service and restrictive behavior which were a mix of hard limits and interests. I agreed to take orders, restrictive eye contact, begging, kneeling and the likes that would only happen while in a scene. Forced servitude was a strong no, that would never happen.

I had never tried an exhibition but I was willing to try. Voyeurism was put down as interesting, we had already done that in the viewing room and let's just say it would be fun to do that again. "Next is bondage, light or heavy?"

"Interested in light, I don't know how heavy we were talking about." I replied.

Frankly

I could hardly think as I was so turned on. Looking at these three insanely handsome while we went through everything they were allowed to do to me, it had my panties wet and uncomfortable.

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"Heavy general means that there are equipment and gears involved. That can be gags, chains, spreader bars and full body restrictions so that you can't move at all. We will talk about the different equipment and see what you would be interested in." Riccardo explained. "Okay, put it down as interesting."

He went through several more ways for me to be tied up and several materials that could be used

and I was open to most of them.

and breath control?"

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"Interested."

I thought about the tightening of a hand around my neck, restricting my airflow and H nodded my head.

"Okay, there is an impact and percussion." He rattled off several things, I said yes or willing to try everything but face slapping and strapped full body beating was a strong no.

"Lastly," he said after we had finished going through the contract.

"In the brown envelope, you will find a copy of our sexual Transmitted Disease. Please take ast

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much time as you want to go through them properly."

Oh so that was what the envelope contained. Grabbing it, I opened the package and pulled out three copies. I read through each one of them thoroughly and got to know their full names which suited them perfectly. They were all clean, not one sexual transmitted disease was detected in their tests. As I looked up from the tests, I met three heavily intense eyes with mine. "How are you feeling?" Riccardo asked with the ever so present smirk in his face.

"Fine," I breathed out, feeling more sexually tortured than fine and he narrowed his eyes.

"Is that all?

I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the constant throbbing in my ***t but it only made it worse. The room was full of heat, their eyes drinking me in and devouring me whole.

"Umm..."

Answer honestly, Sunshine." He demanded. "I am...I..." Tam....... Kwas

F**k, was I really going to admit how I truly felt? Even though we had just talked about sex and everything about bdsm, the thought of answering made me feel even more exposed and more vulnerable. I am turned on, sir." I finally admitted.

I

Like a predator finding its prey, Riccardo rose from his seat and stalked towards me. He rounded the table and stood behind me, his presence both exciting and intimidating. Marshall and Kingston looked happy to just watch and see how this played out. He placed his hands on either side of mine on the table, boxing me in from behind. I could feel his breathing tricking my neck as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Choose your safe word and then I want to see you submit."

Oh my goodness, my mouth felt dry as I registered what he had just said. I struggle to get the words out, mostly because I didn't know what to say to that. I had been burning up with feverish horniness since we sat down, I was h***y as soon as I got into the room and nervous too.

"N...now?" I stuttered, looking at Marshall and Kingston and their attention purely on me.

"Yes, now. Choose your word and then we will sign the contract. After that, we will take you to my private room here in the club," I shivered as his silky voice and the way his lips touched my neck

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as he spoke.

Racking my brain for a word I wouldn't normally use in a scene but that was still easy enough to

remember.

"Pineapple, ," I mumbled, it was my favorite fruit.

"Pineapple?" Marshall nodded, approving my choice.

Riccardo moved away from me to get his papers.

"We will use this as an official contract, look through it before we all sign it."

He gave them to me and I did my best to focus on reading. With the constant, almost overwhelming scratch weight of their eyes on me made that much harder to do it. Even so, I saw that everything was noted down like I had agreed to, not one fault. On the last page, an agreement was written for the parties involved to follow the rules set up by us and not do anything more than what was agreed upon. Among other things, it mentioned exclusively which must have been written before I asked about it when I arrived here.. All our names were written down as participants with our rolse next to them. Mine was submissive of course. I had never known their surname before now and the name all suited them. They were written down as dominants. Reading the contract further, Riccardo had detailed an aftercare protocol which basically said that they would take care of whatever I might need after a scene. Nodding in agreement, I signed my name, Riccardo leaned over and signed his before he gave it to Marshall.

It felt surreal as they are now my official dominants as we signed the contract. While I had known it would eventually come to this, it still had been impossible to prepare myself for it. I had longed for this for so long that now that the moment was finally here. It almost didn't feel real. "I will make a copy for everyone." Riccardo said as he collected the paper after everyone had signed, folding them neatly and stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket.

"Follow me," he ordered and strode off towards the door.

Doing as I was told, I stood up for my chair and walked behind him. As if it had been practiced, Marshall and Kingston closed in on my si