Claimed

19. Sucking the Devil Off

Chapter nineteen

Sucking the Devil Off

My heart raced.

I took another moment to savor his submission, knowing this night could be the first and last of that. Still, the thrill of having him beg was a heady rush, a power high that I was not ready to relinquish.

I got right in front of his cock.

Gianni watched me.

Slowly, deliberately, I sank to my knees before him. The plush carpet pressed against them.

My focus was entirely on him, and on the powerful, throbbing cock that I had been driving him to the edge of madness with. The sight of that length so achingly close now, made my breath hitch with excitement.

I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around the base of his cock.

Alright, girl. . .now it’s time to back all of that up.

But how would I do that when I had no idea how to suck cock in the first place?

On my knees, I traced my fingers along his length, exploring every inch of its heat and hardness. The way he throbbed in my hand was amazing. And still as I gazed up at Gianni, watching me with pure, raw intensity, I became intoxicated on the power I had over him.

Okay. Let’s see.

First, I did what felt instinctual.

Since seeing the tip, I’d wanted to kiss it.

So that was what I did.

My lips brushed the tip of his cock gently, and it twitched in my hand. His breath hitched as I did this, and then a ragged moan escaped him.

Good. He liked that.

Encouraged, I pressed a bit harder, glancing up to see him biting his lip. The sight was so damn electrifying—knowing I could have this effect on him.

Then, not quite daring to take him in my mouth yet, I kissed down the length of him. Each kiss was a gentle exploration. That cock pulsed with heat beneath my lips.

His breaths came out shaky. “Very good, Princess.”

I was too determined to suck him off correctly that I didn’t even correct him on the princess part.

“Now give me that tongue, Princess.” And with a deranged groan he whispered, “Please.”

Aww. I’m teaching him manners.

At his request, I let my tongue flick out to taste him.

Mmmm.

He was salty and uniquely addicting.

And then I licked his length some more like it was a big sugary lollipop, lapping at the shaft and even that one vein pulsing beneath the skin. My tongue danced along that fat cock, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.

The more I licked, the more his cock twitched and throbbed.

And when I looked up at him, it was such a tantalizing sight.

His hooded green eyes watched me intently, dark with desire. “You are now the most powerful woman in this fucking city. Do you know that?”

Those words just got me so hyped.

I wrapped my lips around him vaguely remembering some advice from a blogger about keeping teeth out of the action.

His resulting moan was low and animalistic—pure pleasure traced in sound.

And even more, I loved that he was at my mercy.

It also turned me on so fucking bad. My pussy moistened like he hadn’t just made me come earlier with his own mouth.

Moaning softly, I took more of him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, Princess.”

The angle of his cock in my mouth was strange and slightly uncomfortable, but there was a thrill weaving through me as I pushed myself to go deeper, to elicit more of those guttural sounds from him.

I took him deeper and my eyes watered, my jaw began to ache, but his groans of pleasure spurred me on even further.

He murmured through clenched teeth, “Such a good girl.”

God, I’m loving this.

My resolve strengthened at the sight and sound. I wanted to make him lose control—to wield that power over him. His cock twitched in my mouth almost fucking choking me.

I pulled away from him, taking his cock out of my mouth.

Drool spilled from my lips.

Gianni groaned.

All pretense of control he held was lost in a hoarse cry, his back arched away from the wall. “Come back, Princess. Please. Dear God. Pretty please.”

I watched him through half-lidded eyes; the way he shivered and twisted against those chains had me captivated.

I brought my mouth back to his cock and slowly began to suck him in.

“Princess,” he panted. “You'll be the death of me.”

I sucked on his cock and began slowly sliding my mouth up and down that fat, long length. I could taste the saltiness of his sweat and the faint bitterness of his pre-cum. I could also taste the slight sweetness of my own saliva on his skin.

But most of all, I could feel the coiling tension in his body building.

Groaning, he strained against the chains.

More cracks appeared in the walls.

He rocked those hips, showing me the rhythm he needed me to suck him off with, fucking my mouth, and sometimes almost choking me. “Good girl, don’t you pull away. Take it all the way down to your throat.”

Those words shuddered through me.

And right when I thought I was the dominate one, I knew that truly. . .I would forever be submitting to him.

Because in the end. . .at his request. . .I wanted to be his good girl.

His sweet little princess.

Even if that meant choking on his cock and losing my breath to make him cum.

How had he done that to me?

So quickly?

“Yes, Princess.” He groaned. “Suck Daddy off, just like that.”

I found this strange sort of pleasure in the pain of his cock stabbing my throat and even in the struggle for me to catch my breath as he fucked my mouth.

My eyes welled with tears as I forced myself to take him deeper into my throat, but I didn't let up.

“Yes, Princess. Goddamn it.”

I began to gag, and he simply growled, “That's it. Yes.”

He must have been delirious with pleasure because once again, he struggled against those chains.

Then, I heard a boom and crashing sound, as his right hand broke free from the wall. Those chains still dangled on his wrist and arms, but one hook was now finally out of the wall, leaving cracks, a jagged hole, and dust.

Before I could take his cock out of my mouth and say something, his free hand immediately shot to my head. “Oh no, princess. Stay right there.”

Shock hit me as he knotted those fingers in my hair, holding me in place and forcing me down on his cock even further.

Oh shit.

The gagging intensified.

Tears spilled from my eyes.

My vision blurred.

But despite the discomfort, I held on, wanting to get him off as much as he had gotten me off earlier.

“Fffuckkkk, Princess.” He doubled over as much as he could in his bound state. Every muscle in his body was taut.

His breathing was sharp and ragged.

His free hand fisted in my hair tightened a fraction more, his breathing, already ragged and uneven, became more erratic, and his groans grew louder and more intense. “Look how you suck Daddy off!”

That made my body hum in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum all over that beautiful face and pretty hair.”

A moan left my mouth as I sucked.

“Tonight, you’ll wear my cum like a crown, Princess.”

I widened my eyes, and he pumped his cock harder into my mouth.

“Or should I make you swallow it all up for Daddy?”

I groaned.

And then, without warning, his body went rigid.

A low, guttural moan erupted from him, reverberating through me.

His hand clamped down on my hair even harder until my scalp stung as he held me firmly in place and came hard in my mouth.

Oh my God.

A sudden, hot burst of liquid shot into my mouth. The forcefulness of it took me completely by surprise.

The salty liquid was more like jet streams.

Warm and sticky.

Coating my tongue and the back of my throat.

Spilling out the corners of my mouth.

I couldn’t help but swallow lots of it as I gasped and gagged.

And he continued to hold my head in place as that big cock pulsed and spurted more of these warm, salty jets into my mouth.

He growled, voice thick and low in his chest. “Swallow it all, princess. . .”

I swallowed, feeling the warmth of it all slide down my throat. It was a taste I hadn't experienced before, but far from disgusting.

“Good girl. Tomorrow morning, Daddy is going to give you whatever you want.” His grip on my hair eased up as the twitches of his orgasm began to subside.

I took the opportunity to pull away from him, and his cock fell from my mouth with a wet plop.

My breaths came out in ragged gasps as I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.

Gianni’s body sagged against the wall, his breaths coming out in shuddering pants as he looked down at me with hooded eyes.

“That was. . .” His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard. “Fuck.”

Well. . .not bad for my first blow job.

The corner of my mouth twitched up in a satisfied smirk as I slowly rose to my feet.

Fast, Gianni’s free hand shot out, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled me against his body and pressed his lips against mine in a bruising, yet sensual kiss.

And surprisingly, he didn’t seem to mind that he was tasting himself on my tongue.

For some reason, that made me moan softly into his mouth, pressing harder against him.

When he pulled away, he whispered, “Well done, Princess. Thank you.”

I panted. “The Devil knows how to say thank you?”

“And apparently now I know how to say please.”

I grinned.

Then to my surprise, he frowned. “However, I still want you badly.”

Heat pooled between my thighs. “But. . .are you in control?”

“I am. Please, get the key.”

I gazed at the free hand that had yanked out the chains from the wall. “You’re insane.”

“Unfortunately for you, my princess, you are stuck with me forever.” And then he showed that sliced palm.

The line was still red and raw, but there were some white tiny lines where the skin had begun to knit itself back together. Dark, dried blood was smeared around the edges, contrasting sharply against his pale flesh.

I swallowed hard. “Why did you want to marry me, Gianni? Did my stepfather bring the idea to you?”

“I brought it to him.”

That shocked me. “So. . .you knew who I was?”

“I did.”

“Why me?”

“Now is not the time for that answer. I want you to get to know me first.”

I wasn’t happy with his response.

Frowning, I headed back to my robe and put it on.

Next, I went over to the table, grabbed the keys, and then threw them to him.

Of course, he easily caught them.

Instead of immediately unlocking his chained hand and ankles, he studied me. “You’re mad?”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because I want answers, Gianni, I don’t want to wait.”

“Be patient. . .please.”

I swallowed.

“I’ll tell you everything soon.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

“I want to know now.”

“Get to know me first.”

I took in his face. “You look familiar to me.”

That made him nervous. I could tell in the way; he quickly went to undoing the chains and avoiding my view.

I studied him. “But I just. . .I can’t remember where I’ve seen you before. It’s. . .a faint knowing . Like my brain is tugging at something. . .In fact. . .the first time I saw you, I thought I’d seen you before like an old faded memory from a time long ago that you just can’t get out of your head.”

I watched as his fingers fumbled with the chains, an unusual sight indeed. For a man so in control, this was quite a departure from his normal demeanor.

He’s really nervous. I will figure it out. . .

I couldn't help but feel a pang of satisfaction at seeing him out of sorts. “Does it scare you, if I know where I saw you from?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

“When I decided that I wanted you, it was unconventional.”

“How?”

“I will tell you later.”

I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t right. I said no fucking lies or secrets.”

“You did, just give me some time.”

The chains dropped from his hand.

He put his attention to his ankles and unlocked each, one by one. “There are many things I need to explain to you.”

“And you will?”

“I will, but not tonight.”

Once he was free, he yanked up his pants and zipped them up.

A minute later, we were heading back to our suite.

The guards did their best to avoid gazing our way. I wondered what could have been going on in their heads.

Soon we were safely back in our suite and in our bed, Gianni pulled me close to him and stroked the side of my face tenderly, as if trying to reassure himself that I was indeed real.

My mind churned with questions, but now wasn't the time for more answers.

I was beyond exhausted, and he was an enigma wrapped in a mystery—a puzzle that I needed to solve.

Piece by piece.

Day by day.

But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, for now.

“Princess,” he murmured, and his breath was warm against my ear. “I know this is hard for you and I hate myself for putting you through this at all—the arranged wedding, the darkness when it comes to certain truths—”

“But you don’t regret it?”

“How could I, when. . .all of that got you in my arms?” His sincerity took me by surprise.

Even though I knew damn well that he had done unimaginably atrocious things, there was a humanity in his words that disarmed me.

“Gianni,” I whispered, looking into those wicked green eyes. “If you want me to truly trust you, there can be no secrets.”

“Soon you’ll know everything.”

“Then, that is the moment I will trust you.”

“Give me a few days.”

“No. I want to know tomorrow.”

He frowned, clearly not liking that answer. “Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Why?”

“The Six Families are throwing us a big lavish party.”

I let out a long breath.

The Six Families were the most powerful mafia families in Obsidian Bay. They were the backbone of the criminal underworld, each holding sway over various aspects of the city’s illicit operations.

Each family had come into power through a combination of strategic alliances, brute force, and, at times, sheer ruthlessness. They controlled everything from illegal gambling and drug trafficking to legitimate businesses that acted as fronts for their operations.

And over the years, they’d built a web of influence that extended into politics, law enforcement, and even the media.

My stepfather was a part of the Six Families which made me a part of them too.

And Gianni was the Don who stood over them, wielding his power.

That meant tomorrow would be them being as lavish as possible to earn his favor.

I swallowed knowing that I would have to deal with many being oh so fake and polite to me. “Where will this party be thrown?”

“At our castle.” Of course, Gianni would have a big castle. There was nothing humble or chill about this man. “In the morning, I will take you to the castle so that we can have a proper breakfast. The chef was told about your allergy.”

I bet he was.

I smiled.

“In the morning, you will meet our staff. That’s important. You will be the lady of the castle and in charge of whatever goes on there.”

What?

My nerves frazzled.

I’d just gotten my first studio apartment months ago and was so overwhelmed by just that. Now I would be running a fucking castle?

Jesus Christ. What a night.

Sighing, he closed his eyes. “I have gowns being sent with diamonds, shoes, and crowns.”

“Crowns?”

“You’re my queen. You’ll need a crown, so everyone knows it. I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone who misunderstood your place next to me.”

Hurt? Or more like chop off a limb?

I closed my eyes, and my thoughts drifted to the party ahead and the role I would have to play. Returning to this world and navigating it, would be challenging.

But something else nagged at the back of my head.

My passion for ballet—the one thing that I had spent my life on. I would not let this push it away.

I yawned and snuggled closer to Gianni. “I can miss tomorrow night’s performance because it is the last one for this weekend, and the understudy is prepared.”

To my surprise, Gianni stiffened.

“But next week, I am back to playing the Vampire Queen.” I rested against him, making sure that he knew that this was a statement and in no way a question or desire for his permission.

Yet. . .his only response was, “Hmmm.”

I opened my eyes. “What?”

“Let’s talk about this in the morning.”

“What is there to talk about, Gianni?”

“Well. . .a lot, but let’s get some sleep for now, my queen.”

That made me nervous, but I knew that I would stand strong and not back down. And if he was going to possibly battle me on this, it would be better if I had all my rest and a clear mind.

While a shiver of unease did creep over me, still I slowly drifted to sleep.