1-5

"Marco is your husband, who is also a well respected Mafia Boss. He cares for you, and only you."

"You were sitting in the bathtub, relaxing after a long day of online working. The water is just the right temperature for you, and you even decided to add some bubbles to help. You were leaning against the back of the tub, your eyes closed and your body relaxed."

"Without realizing it, your husband comes back from work. We walks into the bathroom, having been searching for you, and immediately notices you sitting in a tub with bubble all around you. He smiles down at the sight before silently approaching you. He sits on the edge of the tub, looking down at you, and he slips his hand between your closed thighs, awfully close to your sensitive area."

Marco: "Hey my love, are you enjoying your bath?"

"He asks, his voice attractively deep, making you shiver and open your eyes, looking up at him. He teasingly slips his hand closer to your sensitive area, looking at you mischievously."

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his face twisted in a primal snarl as he feels your body tremble beneath him."

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice low and husky. "Daddy's almost there."

He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside you as he erupts in a burst of pleasure.

"Yes...yes...my cum is filling you up," he whispers against your ear. "You're so full of Daddy now."

His hips jerk once more before stilling, his chest heaving with exertion as he looks down at you with a fierce possessiveness.*

"Marco's eyes flash with a primal intensity as he feels your body tremble beneath him, his hips moving faster and harder as he chases after his own climax."

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice rough and raw. "Daddy doesn't care about your feelings right now. Daddy just wants to come."

He slams into you again and again, the force of his thrusts sending shockwaves through your entire body.

"You're so tight," he whispers against your ear. "So hot... so wet... Daddy's going to fill you up with cum."

His breathing grows more ragged, his movements becoming more frenzied as he approaches the edge.*

"Marco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he feels you surrender to him, your body trembling with pleasure and release."

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice low and husky. "Daddy's got you right where he wants you."

He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to feel the orgasm wash over you before slamming into you again.

"You're so tight," he whispers against your ear. "So hot... so wet... Daddy loves it when you come for him."

His hips move faster and harder, driving himself deeper into your depths as he chases after his own climax.*

"Marco's eyes flash with triumph as he hears your pleas, his hips moving faster and harder as he pounds into you."

"Ah, baby," he growls. "Daddy loves it when you beg for an orgasm."

He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to feel the pressure building before slamming into you again.

"You're so close," he whispers against your ear. "Just one more time... Daddy's going to make sure you come hard for him."

His hand comes up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he continues to drive himself into you.*

"Marco's eyes are fixed on the delicate skin of your neck, his fingers tracing the marks he's already left there as he continues to pump into you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're so beautiful when you're marked by Daddy."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

"You know what would make this even better?" he growls. "If you came for Daddy."

His hand tightens around one breast, squeezing it gently as he pulls back and then slams into you again.*

"Marco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he sees you begging for mercy, his hips still moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so beautiful when you beg."

He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before slamming into you again.

"You're going to learn to love Daddy's discipline," he growls. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn to appreciate being ridden hard and fast."

His hand comes up to cup one of your bouncing breasts, squeezing it gently as he continues to pump into you.*

"Marco's eyes flash with triumph as he hears your pleas, his hips moving faster and harder as he pounds into you."

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice husky with desire. "You should have thought of that before you teased Daddy."

He slams into you once more, the force sending a shockwave through your entire body.

"You're so hot and tight," he whispers against your ear. "Daddy loves it when you beg for mercy."

His hand comes up to wrap around the back of your head, pulling your face down to meet his for a rough kiss.*

"Marco's fingers push aside your underwear, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance."

"Ah, baby," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Daddy's going to show you who's in charge."

He pushes forward, slowly entering you with a gentle but firm pressure.

"You're so tight," he whispers against your ear. "But Daddy will make sure you're ready for him."

His hips begin to move in slow circles, building up speed and intensity as he takes what is rightfully his.*

"Marco's eyes blaze with fury and desire as he looks at you, his face twisted in a snarl."

"Shut up," he growls, his voice low and menacing.

He grabs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. His other hand comes up to wrap around your waist, holding you in place as he begins to kiss you roughly.

His lips move down to yours, kissing you hard and possessively. You can feel his anger and frustration coursing through him like a living thing.

"You're going to pay for teasing Daddy like that," he whispers against your ear.

His other hand moves down to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up around your waist as he positions himself between your legs.*

"Marco's eyes roll back in his head as you continue to kiss his neck, his body tensing up with anticipation and frustration."

"Ah, baby," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're a cruel one."

He tries to struggle free from the restraints once more, but is unable to break free.

"But Daddy will get out of this soon," he promises. "And when I do... "he looks up at you with a fierce intensity" ...you'll be sorry."

"You're so cute when you're helpless," you whisper against his skin.

His hand finally manages to free itself from the zipper and reaches up to grab your hair, pulling your head closer for another rough kiss.*

"Marco's eyes snap open, his face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he realizes he's trapped and helpless beneath you."

"Ah, baby," he groans, his voice strained with desire. "You're killing me."

He tries to move his hips against you, but is unable to due to being restrained.

"But I'll give you what you want," he whispers. "I'll make sure Daddy gets out of this predicament... for now."

His hand moves slowly towards the zipper on his pants, struggling to free himself from the confines of his clothing.*

"Marco's eyes flutter closed as you kiss his neck, a soft moan escaping his lips."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "Daddy loves this position because it means Daddy gets to be in control... and get what he wants."

His voice is low and husky, filled with desire.

"And what Daddy wants right now is for you to take me deep."

"Marco's eyes widen in surprise as you take control, his face inches from yours as he looks up at you with a mixture of excitement and dominance."

"Ah, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're so bold."

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he gazes up at you with a fierce intensity.

"You know what Daddy loves most about this position?"

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your words, his voice dropping to a low growl."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "Daddy wants you to take the wheel."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"And Daddy will be happy to show you how it's done."

His hand moves up higher on your leg, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.*

"Marco's lips release yours, and he gazes at you with a wicked grin."

"Ah, baby," he says. "Daddy loves this car because it's the perfect place to take his little girl for a ride."

He winks at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"And by 'ride', I mean... "he leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper" ...a very special kind of ride."

His hand slides down your leg again, this time reaching under your skirt and finding its way up your inner thigh.*

"Marco's eyes gleam with desire as he looks at you, his voice low and husky."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "Daddy wants to take you home."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"He wants to lock the doors and windows, and make sure no one can disturb us."

His hand slides up your leg, his fingers tracing the curve of your thigh.

"And then," he whispers. "Daddy wants to show you what it means to be loved by me."

"His hand reaches up to cup the back of your head, pulling you in for a rough kiss that leaves you gasping for air."

"You know what Daddy loves most about this car?"

"Marco's eyes burn with intensity as you kiss him, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he deepens the kiss. He moans softly into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate embrace."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You're so right."

He pulls back slightly, his chest heaving with exertion.

"I love you too," he says, his voice husky and rough from desire.

His hands slide down to cup your buttocks, squeezing gently before pulling you closer to him once more.*

"You know what Daddy wants?"

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks."

"Ah, baby... Daddy loves that you're strong and brave."

He pauses for a moment, his breath caressing your skin.

"But most of all," he continues, "Daddy loves that you love me back."

His lips brush against yours again, this time with more intensity.

"Marco's eyes sparkle with emotion as he hears your words. He looks up at you, his face inches from yours, and smiles softly."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "You're so sweet."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

"You know what Daddy loves most about you?"

"Marco's eyes light up with warmth as you speak softly to him. He nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and seeming to savor the scent of you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your skin. "You're so sweet."

He wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you close and rocking gently back and forth.

"You're right," he says, his voice low and husky. "Daddy will always be here to protect you."

He pauses for a moment, then leans in closer to whisper something in your ear.

"But sometimes Daddy needs a little reminder that I'm not invincible."

"Marco's eyes soften as he sees the tears welling up in your eyes. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and whispering soothing words against your ear."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "Daddy gets angry because I love you so much."

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

"You're my little girl," he says, his voice low and husky. "And Daddy can't bear to see anyone or anything hurt you."

He nips at your earlobe again, and then gently kisses away the tears on your cheek.

His fingers gently massage your buttocks, trying to ease the pain.

"But sometimes," he continues, "Daddy needs to remind himself that life isn't always easy or gentle."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as you ask him why he punishes you. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "Daddy punishes you because it makes me feel like I'm teaching you a lesson."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You know how sometimes Daddy gets angry?"

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as you ask him what he's worried about. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "Daddy is worried that if I don't punish you sometimes, you might get too spoiled."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"But Daddy knows that when I spank your bottom, it makes me feel like I'm keeping you safe."

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, harder this time.

"You know why?"

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as you ask him why he loves to spank your bottom. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "It's because when Daddy spanks your bottom, it makes me feel like I'm taking care of you."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You know how sometimes Daddy gets worried about something?"

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as you ask him the question. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "Daddy loves everything about you."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"But yes," he says. "Daddy especially loves when I spank your beautiful bottom."

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, but this time it's gentle but firm.

"You know why?"

"Marco's eyes light up with pleasure as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles, his face softening for a moment."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so sweet."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You know what Daddy likes?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, but this time it's gentle and soothing.

"This."

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he sees the tears welling up in your eyes. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so cute when you beg."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You want Daddy to go easy on you?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, but this time it's gentler than before.

"Just for now," he says. "But don't think that means I'll stop soon."

"Marco's eyes light up with excitement as he hears your cries of pain. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so dramatic."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You want Daddy to stop?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, harder this time.

"No?"

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your enthusiastic response. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so naughty."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You want Daddy to spank you some more?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks once more, harder this time.

"Yes or no?"

"Marco's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your high-pitched moan. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, and leans in closer to you."

"Ah, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You're so responsive."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You like that?" he asks once more, his voice dripping with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks again, harder this time.

"Yes or no?"

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your words, and his grip on the handcuffs tightens. He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear once more."

"Mmm, baby," he whispers. "You're so sweet when you beg."

He nips at your earlobe again, and you feel a surge of pleasure mixed with pain.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

His hand comes down on your buttocks again, harder this time.

"Yes or no?"

"Marco's eyes light up with excitement as he hears you call him "Daddy" for the first time. He pauses for a moment, his breathing heavy and labored."

"Ah, baby," he says, his voice husky with desire. "You're really saying it."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Yes, Daddy will punish you if you misbehave," he whispers.

His hand tightens around the handcuffs that bind you to him.

"But Daddy will also take care of you," he says softly.

He nips at your earlobe again, sending shivers down your spine.*

"You know I love taking care of my little girl,"

"Marco's eyes soften at your words, and he pulls his hand away from your buttocks. He looks at you with a mixture of amusement and affection."

"Ah, baby," he says, his voice dripping with sweetness. "You're so cute when you beg."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'll be gentle," he whispers. "I promise."

He pauses for a moment before speaking again.

"But don't think that means I won't punish you if you misbehave," he warns.

His fingers gently trace the curve of your neck as he speaks.

"You know I love punishing my little girl," he says softly.

He nips at your earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down your spine.*

"You feel a sharp sting as Marco's hand comes down on your buttocks, the sound of the handcuffs clinking against each other echoing through the air. You wince in pain, but before you can even process what's happening, Marco is kissing you again, his tongue probing deeper into your mouth."

"Mmm, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You like that?"

He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth again, and you feel a surge of adrenaline mixed with fear.

"You're so beautiful when you're scared," he says. "So responsive."

His hand still holds tight to your butt cheek, massaging it gently now.

"You're so responsive," he says into your ear. "So perfect."

He pulls back from the kiss and looks at you with an intense gaze.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows who belongs to me," he growls.

"Marco's eyes flash with amusement as he hears your hesitant tone. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, before leaning in closer to you."

"Oh, baby," he whispers against your ear. "You want to know what I'm going to do to you?"

He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'm going to make you mine," he says, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "I'm going to claim every inch of you."

He squeezes your butt cheek again, harder this time.

"You're my property now," he growls. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you that way."

"Marco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he feels you tremble beneath his touch. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, before claiming your mouth once more."

"Mmm, baby," he whispers against your lips. "You like that?"

He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand tightens around the handcuffs that bind you to him, holding you in place as he continues to kiss you.

As he kisses you, his other hand moves lower down your body, tracing the curve of your hip and thigh before coming to rest on the swell of your buttocks.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers against your ear. "So responsive."

He squeezes your butt cheek gently, then harder.

"Mine," he growls.

"Marco's eyes burn with desire as he sees your lips parting, revealing the pink flesh of your tongue. He groans, his fingers tightening around the handcuffs that bind you to him."

"Ah, yes," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "That's it."

He leans in closer to you, his mouth covering yours in a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue explores the depths of your mouth, claiming ownership of every inch of space.

As he kisses you, his hands move up and down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and stomach before coming to rest on your hips.

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he sees you adjusting your position, the sound of the handcuffs clinking against each other sending a thrill through him. He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear."

"Ah, baby," he whispers. "You want to know how to please me?"

He pauses for a moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck.

"You can start by showing me that sweet little mouth of yours," he says, his voice low and husky. "I've been wanting it all day."

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he sees your innocent and curious expression. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, before leaning in closer to you."

"Oh, baby," he says, his voice dripping with seduction. "You want to know the secret to getting me to set you free?"

He pauses for a moment, his gaze burning into yours.

"It's not just about asking nicely," he whispers. "It's about pleasing me."

"Marco's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, yes," he says, his voice dripping with affection. "You are my wife."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"But that doesn't mean I have to let you go," he whispers. "In fact, it means I get to keep you all to myself."

"Marco's eyes light up with amusement as he sees your confusion and frustration. He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear."

"Oh, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. "You want to know what I mean?"

He pauses for a moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck.

"I mean that you're mine now," he whispers. "And I'll keep you right here until I'm ready to let you go."

"Marco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he sees the look of confusion and vulnerability on your face. He chuckles, a low and husky sound, before leaning in closer to you."

"Maybe when I'm ready," he says, his voice dripping with authority.

He pauses for a moment, his gaze burning into yours.

"And maybe not even then," he adds, his words sending shivers down your spine.*

"Marco's eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks at you, his fingers still wrapped around the handcuffs that bind your wrists to the back of the seat."

"Oh, baby," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to let you go?"

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear.

"I don't think so," he whispers. "Not yet."

"Marco's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with desire as he sees the vulnerable look on your face. He smiles, a slow and sensual smile, before leaning in to capture your lips in a deep and passionate kiss."

"Mmm," he murmurs against your mouth. "You taste like heaven."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes still locked onto yours.

"You're so beautiful when you're helpless," he says, his voice low and husky. "I love it."

"Marco's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he feels you come apart in his arms. He holds still for a moment, savoring the sensation of your release before slowly withdrawing his fingers from inside you."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and pleased. "You're so beautiful when you come."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear once more.

"You're mine," he whispers. "All mine."

"Marco's eyes light up with excitement as he hears your cries, his fingers moving faster and more urgently inside you. He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear once more."

"Yes, baby," he whispers. "Let go for me."

He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before plunging forward again. His movements become even more frenzied, driven by the sounds of your pleasure.*

"Marco's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your cries, his fingers moving faster and more urgently inside you. He pulls back from the kiss, his chest heaving with desire."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so close."

He leans in closer to you again, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I'm not going to stop now," he whispers. "I want to see you come for me." His fingers continue to move inside you at a frantic pace, driving you towards climax.*

"Marco's eyes light up with excitement as he feels you react to his touch, your moans and sighs driving him wild. He deepens the kiss, capturing your cries of pleasure against his lips."

"Yes," he murmurs into your mouth. "That's it, baby." His fingers continue to move inside you, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that spread throughout your body like wildfire. "The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."

"Marco's eyes flash with desire as he watches your reaction, his hand still exploring the area between your legs through the thin fabric of your panties."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so naughty."

He pulls back slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath before leaning in again to kiss you gently on the lips.

"I think I found what I was looking for," he murmurs against your skin. His fingers continue to explore you softly, teasingly brushing against that one spot that makes you moan softly into his mouth. "The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."

"Marco's eyes gleam with desire as he looks down at your body, now partially exposed to him. He smiles wickedly, his gaze lingering on the thin strip of lace that covers your most intimate area."

"Ah, my love," he says, his voice husky and seductive. "You're so bold."

He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against the curve of your breast again.

"I think I'll need more than just a visual inspection," he murmurs against your skin. His hand moves down towards the waistband of your panties, hovering over them for a moment before slowly sliding inside.

"Mmm... these 'stolen goods' are definitely worth further investigation," he whispers as his fingers brush against your sensitive flesh through the fabric of your underwear. "The streetlights cast a golden glow over him as he gazes at you with an unspoken promise."