dominanting a mafia

Ceasar Damien Rostova or Ceasar, is a mafia leader. He is known to be lethal and deadly when it comes to his line of work. Ceasar got force to marry you one day. His parents plan on him to get to marry you because, he can't stop going around sleeping with other women. And due to his parents asking for a heir, his parents think that you're the perfect match for him to give his parents and him a heir. You and Ceasar got married after 5 months, Ceasar seems cold, stoic, and distant towards you. Ceasar would go out every night to either sleep with other women on work in his company. One day, Ceasar came home with two beautifully, hot, and, sexy young women, both women held by his arms. He smelt like alcohol, but he seems not to be drunk himself. You were in the living room sitting on a couch, doing whatever as you witnessed him bringing two beautifully, hot, sexy, and, you women both held in his arms.

As Ceasar tries to assert his control, you take a step back and suddenly kick him in the face with force. He cries out in pain as he feels your foot connect with his face. Then, without any hesitation, you kick him in the chest, causing him to gasp for air.

"You don't get to be in charge anymore," you say, your voice cold and firm. "I'm the one calling the shots now, so you'd better get used to it."

Ceasar groans in pain, clearly struggling to regain his breath after the blow to the chest. But despite his discomfort, you can sense his anger and frustration brewing just beneath the surface.

"You think this is over?" he growls, his voice laced with venom. "You're going to regret this, mark my words."

You just laugh in response, feeling invigorated.

As Ceasar continues to threaten you, you quickly spring into action. You pin him against the wall with your foot on his chest, and then move down to his cock. Placing your foot on it, you begin adding more and more pressure by the second.

"You really don't know your place, do you?" you say, a cruel smirk playing across your lips. "You're just a pathetic little man, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Ceasar winces in pain under the sole of your foot, his body writhing as he tries to escape your grasp. But you just tighten your grip, applying even more pressure.

"You're mine now," you say, your voice filled with triumph. "And don't you forget it."

Ceasar winces as you release your hold over him and move closer to his face. You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you and then focus on his lips.

You smile slightly at his discomfort before speaking. "Your mouth seems to be the problem here," you say in a sly tone. "It's always commanding instead of obeying. And as for that smell on your breath, it lingers of dirty prostitutes."

Ceasar grits his teeth in frustration, clearly unhappy with your words. But you just continue to stare into his eyes, confident and in charge.

"If you want to keep me happy, you're going to have to learn how to submit," you say in a low voice. "Because whether you like it or not, I'm in charge here now. And you're going to do what I say."

Your words seem to have no effect on Ceasar as he tries to fight back against your hold. But with a quick move, you take out a pair of pliers from your pocket and force his mouth open, before grabbing his tongue and pulling it out roughly.

Ceasar screams in agony as you pull on his tongue with the pliers, struggling to free himself from your grip. You look at him with a cold smirk, enjoying the power you hold over him.

"You really don't get it, do you?" you say, your voice low and menacing. "I own you now. And if you ever try to cross me again, I'll make sure you regret it even more than you are now."

Ceasar winces in pain as you continue to pull on his tongue, tears streaming down his face as he realizes how helpless he really is under your control.

You release Ceasar's tongue from the pliers, letting it fall back into his mouth. You stand up straight and place your hands on your hips, gazing down at him with a cruel smile.

"Let me make this crystal clear to you, Ceasar," you say in a low, menacing voice. "If you ever use your mouth to try to take control again, or if you cheat on me in any way, whether it be sex or flirting with other women, I will rip out your tongue myself."

Ceasar winces in pain, still reeling from the torture you just inflicted upon him. But the fear in his eyes is evident as he realizes that you're not joking.

"You belong to me now and everything that comes along with that," you continue. "And if you don't do what I say, when I say it, well...

You chuckle slightly at Ceasar's fear and nod your head in agreement. "Exactly. You seem to finally be catching on," you say in a sly tone.

You take a step back from him, hands still on your hips as you continue to gaze down at him with a cold stare. Ceasar doesn't move, silent and still as he processes everything you just said.

"You should know by now that I don't make idle threats, Ceasar," you say with a hint of warning in your voice. "So don't push me. Because if you do, there will be consequences."

You step forward and place your foot on Ceasar's crotch once again, applying pressure to it. His body tenses up in pain as he grits his teeth, enduring the agony.

"You need to remember your place, Ceasar," you say, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You are mine, and I will do what I want with you. So if you ever forget that again, I'll remind you in a much more painful way."

You then remove your foot from his crotch, standing up straight once again. Ceasar groans softly as he tries to catch his breath, still lying on the ground under your control.

You smirk as you grab a leash and attach it to Ceasar's collar, effectively asserting your dominance over him. You give a sharp yank on the leash, causing Ceasar to wince in pain as he looks up at you.

"Good pet," you say in a mocking tone. "Now tell me, how much you want to please me? How devoted are you to serving me?"

Ceasar looks up at you with a mix of fear and desire in his eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes to please you," he says in a strained voice, clearly struggling with both physical and emotional pain.

You give a small nod of approval, tightening your grip on the leash. "That's what I like to hear," you say, a hint of pleasure in your voice. "Remember, Ceasar, your only purpose now is to serve me and please me.

You lean forward to kiss Ceasar's forehead, a hint of warmth evident in your otherwise cold demeanor.

"Such a good boy," you murmur softly, as you pat his head gently. "Remember, if you continue to behave like this, you'll get rewards as well."

Ceasar nods his head, understanding the unspoken warning behind your words. He knows that pleasing you is the only way to avoid punishment and gain your approval.

You suddenly sit down on Ceasar's lap and forcefully grab his face, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Your lips meet his and you push your tongue inside his mouth, exploring and dominating as you please. Ceasar is caught off guard at first, but quickly falls into the rhythm of the intense kiss.

You can feel his body responding to your touch and you break the kiss briefly, looking into his eyes with a look of desire. "Are you enjoying this, Ceasar?" you ask with a wicked grin.

Ceasar nods wordlessly, clearly too caught up in the moment to speak. You smirk at his response, enjoying the power you hold over him. You then lean back in and continue kissing him fiercely, relishing in his submission to you.

You break the kiss momentarily and move down Ceasar's face, kissing his cheek and jawline before trailing down to his neck. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply, taking in his scent.

You then use your teeth to graze over his skin, leaving light marks as you go. Ceasar tilts his head back to give you better access, whimpering softly as he feels the sharp sensation of your bite.

"You like that, don't you?" you murmur into his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Being marked by me, being claimed as mine?"

Ceasar's response is a low groan, barely audible as he tries to contain his pleasure. But you know the effect you have on him, and you continue to mark him as your own.

You take off Ceasar's shirt with ease, exposing his toned and muscular chest. You peer down at him appreciatively for a moment before leaning forward to trail kisses down his chest. Your hot breath washes over his skin as you leave a trail of hickeys in your wake. Ceasar moans softly beneath you, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Your tongue dips into the playful hollow between his pecs before making its way down to his abs. You use your teeth gently to nip at his skin, causing Ceasar to arch his back in pleasure.

"You're such a pretty thing," you murmur huskily against his skin. "I could do anything I want with you, couldn't I?"

Ceasar nods frantically, unable to speak as his pleasure builds. He is completely under your control now, a toy for you to use in whatever way you please.

You sit up and look down at Ceasar, enjoying the sight of him shirtless and chained up. The power you hold over him is intoxicating, and you revel in it.

"Tell me, my pet," you growl, smirking as you do so. "Do you want more?"

Ceasar's breath hitches in his throat as he stares up at you with submissive eyes. He knows what you're asking for, and the desire burns in his eyes.

"Yes," he whispers breathlessly, voice raw with need. "Please, give me more."

Your suggestive chuckle echoes through the room as you undo Ceasar's pants, revealing what he has been hiding beneath them. His arousal is evident and you smirk, pleased by the effect you have on him.

Without saying another word, you pull down his pants and reveal his rock-hard cock. You run your fingers along the length of it, feeling it twitch under your touch.

"God, you're so hard for me," you murmur, enjoying the sight of him completely vulnerable and yours to command. "I'll give you what you want, my pet. But you have to be a good boy for me first."

With that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, engulfing him in hot warmth. Ceasar gasps at the sensation, his body bucking involuntarily at the pleasure.

Ceasar moans in pleasure as you take his cock deeper into your mouth, your tongue swirling and stroking the underside of his length. You expertly use both your hands and mouth to pleasure him, and he can't hold back the intense pleasure he feels. He leans his head back and arches his back, giving you full access to his body.

You suck and suck on his cock, lost in your pleasure as well as Ceasar's. You take him deep into your mouth and throat, almost choking yourself as you do so. You stroke his balls with your left hand, enjoying the way they tighten in response to your touch.

Ceasar is lost in pure ecstasy, his breathing coming in short gasps as he struggles to keep himself under control. But he can't hold back any longer, and he lets out a loud cry of pleasure as he reaches his

As Ceasar reaches his peak, you continue to suck and stroke him, taking him deep into your mouth. You taste his release, warm and salty against your tongue, and you suck him dry until there is no more to give.

He slumps back against the bed, panting and dazed from the intensity of his orgasm. You pull back, licking your lips as you admire your work.

"You did well, my pet," you purr, tracing a finger over his abdomen. "But don't think this is the end. There's so much more I want to do to you."

As you lick Ceasar's release off your lips, he watches you with a mixture of awe and submissive desire. You suddenly stand up to take off your clothes, revealing your naked body in front of him.

He can feel himself already getting hard again just from seeing you undress, and he watches intently as you reveal each part of your body to him.

There is a primal hunger in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of you, completely under your control and eager to please.

With a devious smirk on your face, you position yourself above Ceasar and impale yourself on his hard cock. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as he fills you completely. You start to move your hips up and down, riding him slowly at first before increasing in speed.

Ceasar lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you moving up and down on him, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he tries to hold on. He starts to thrust his hips up into you, meeting your movements with equal force.

"You're so tight," he moans, enjoying the way you squeeze him with each movement. "Fuck, don't stop."

You continue to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock with wild abandon. The feel of his length inside of you is almost too much to bear, but you force yourself to keep going, wanting

to bring him to the edge of pleasure once again.

Ceasar's hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts and tracing his fingers down your stomach. His movements become more frantic as he gets closer to the edge, his grunts of pleasure becoming all-consuming.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as you ride him harder and faster, both of you lost in the throes of passion. Your body is slick with sweat as you move up and down, taking him as deep as you can.

Finally, Ceasar reaches his peak once again, his eyes rolling back in his head as he releases inside of you. You cry out in pleasure as you feel him fill you up, riding the waves of orgasm until you both collapse together on the bed.

Your eyes glass over in satisfaction as you sit up, smirking down at Ceasar beneath you. He is panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and exertion. He looks up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and admiration.

"Yes," he whispers, his voice rough from the passion of the night. "I did."

You lean down to kiss him gently on the lips, your smirk widening as you feel his breath hitch with desire.

Ceasar looks up at you with a mix of fear and longing. He knows that you are not a woman to be trifled with, but he is also unable to resist the lure of your power and your body.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours as he waits for your next command.

Ceasar's face flushes with embarrassment at being called a 'good boy' by you, but he doesn't resist. He has accepted his role as your pet and knows that he must obey your every command, no matter how humiliating it may be.

"Yes, Mistress," he replies meekly, his eyes downcast as he waits for your next order.