Maid for the Mafia

**ROMANY**

Waking up the next morning with the natural morning light streaming through *three* walls of windows, was like waking up on the sun. It was so damn bright in the room that I was forced to keep my eyes closed and burrow my nose behind Tiny's massive shoulder so I might adjust. "Oh my God!" I complained.

Tiny didn't stir at all, except to flex his ridiculous muscles in his sleep. The sculpted bulk of his right bicep and tricep flexed and shifted beneath the tight caramel satin of his skin and I found myself with my lips dragging across them. Funny, I never used to consider myself the kind of girl who was into big brawny men, but I guess that was because I didn't *actually* know any. As it is now, I can't even lay next to the masterpiece that is Tiny's body without drawing my nails over the absurd ropes that outline his frame. The man can't even sleep without setting my panties ablaze.

Behind me, Mickey roused from sleep with a loud satisfied sigh. He shifts closer to me and my pussy clenches when I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. The warm hard planes of his sculpted chest press against my back and when he rakes his hand over one rounded hip, my asshole puckers up reflexively as if in hiding. *My booty hasn't forgotten what it went through last night and even though I came harder than I even knew was possible, that side of me is presently closed for repairs.*

"I was afraid it had been a dream," Mickey whispers, almost as if to himself. "But here you are in my bed. Flesh and blood. Soft and perfect."

The warm, wet pillows of Mickey's lips trail up the side of my neck, leaving a path of openmouthed kisses in their wake. His tongue swirls over my pulse point, stopping only to suck and bite the flesh behind my ear. As his palm roves over my breasts, my head falls back in surrender and my chest heaves, pushing wantonly into his greedy caresses.

"Mickey," I sigh, unable to keep from gliding the seam of my ass against his rock hard shaft, despite my soreness.

"Doll..." he groans, reaching up to snatch my jaw and turn my face toward his. His eyes are vibrant green and hazy with lust as he rocks his cock against my hip. "I want that pussy this morning," he says crudely and wetness practically drips from my entrance.

Biting my lip as the heat of his gaze sears across my naked body, I attempt to roll toward him, only to freeze when the slight movement disrupts the tender flower of my backside. "Ah!" I hiss, grimacing. "Shit!"

Mickey's gaze blazes with hunger and in the very next second, he has me cradled gently against his chest as he strides toward the bathroom. Glancing over his shoulder at the bed, I see Tiny remains sleeping, his body as still as a rock and strangely enough, I feel a twinge of guilt leaving him there.

Once inside, he closes the door and walks me into the large six by eight foot shower that is built like a shroud of splintered glass on the outside and like the famous Summit of New York on the inside. I gasp as he places me gently on a long glass bench and I marvel at the thick glass tiles that surround the drain and look down on his immaculate living room. *I wonder if you can see up here from down there, or if it's like a one-way mirror on that side.* Behind me, the city beckons and the morning sunlight chips across the multiple highrises that spike frm the ground as far as the eye can see.

"This is the coolest shower I have ever seen," I announce.

Mickey presses a few glowing white buttons on the marble panel next to the door and suddenly we are in a tropical rainforest. *Like, literally.* The glass walls shimmer with shapes and color as a picture takes shape behind the glass. What were once windows and doors, become dancing trees along the bank of a raging river. Lightning flashes in the makeshift sky and the hot rain patters down on my head and steam rises from each corner of the space. It *feels like we're in the middle of a tropical storm and try as I might, I can't stop smiling.

"Holy shit! The rent for this place must be a small fortune!" Careful not to jostle my hindparts, I stand and touch the glass, tracing my fingers over the scene in absolute wonder.

"I don't rent, I own. But you're right. It actually cost ten thousand more than my house did," Mickey says, suddenly behind me.

I'm about to spin on him when he abruptly shoves me against the glass, pinning me with his body as he kicks my legs apart almost angrily.

"Mickey!" I try to complain, but before I can say another word he wedges himself between my legs and positions his dick beneath my slit.

"I don't want to talk about my penthouse," he snaps, attacking my shoulder with his teeth and his mouth. Lathering me with vicious kisses that are sure to leave marks all over. "I want to be inside of you. I want what you gave *Tiny* last night. First in my limo and then again in my bed. You were practically *begging* him to fuck you. Do you have any idea how I felt watching that?"

"W-watching th-? Wh-what?"

"The one thing I have been waiting *four* years to have, you virtually *forced* on my fucking taxer. You took him into your mouth and between your legs..." Mickey snarls, shoving me a bit cruelly into the shower wall.

"Uhh..." I gasp out, as he knocks a little wind from my chest I whimper. "M-Mickey... please..." I pleaded, breathless as a twinge of fear skates up my spine. I don't think he'll hurt me. In fact, I'm sure he wouldn't, at least, not on purpose, and if I'm being honest, but I had no idea he was this upset. My blatant attraction to Tiny, offends him, that much is clear. I instigated every single thing that happened between Tiny and me in the limo. *I* went after *him.* Which for me, is a very big thing.

From the very first moment I met Mickey he has made his intentions toward me clear and despite all that he's done for me, not much has happened between us. I was alone with Tiny for twenty odd minutes in the back of a limousine, and I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I made him cum *twice* in ten minutes! So yeah, not only is Mickey's ego wounded, but he's bitter too.

Last night, I could sense there was something on his mind, but I never would have guessed it was as pure and simple as good old fashioned jealousy.

Mickey's hand slides over the back of my ass, dipping into the seam and exerting pressure along the brutally tender flesh of my anus. I flinch, flattening myself into the glass and away from his hand. "N-no! No Mickey please!" His face is suddenly pressed against mine, his mouth nibbling my ear. "Why not? It's all you wanted from me last night? Seems fair that I should get to ruin *something* for everyone else." I start to shake my head no when I feel him stroke the head of his dick between my ass cheeks. "I'm not gonna lie," he says reluctantly. "You bled a little for me last night. I probably should have been gentler, but after watching how well you took Tiny's dick, I didn't feel like being gentle anymore. I still don't." He jerks his hips and for a moment I think he's going to take my ass again but instead, he savagely grinds his cock against my slit. He groans with satisfaction as his shaft slides easily beneath my swollen folds and he realizes how wet I am. His aggressive behavior causes my pussy to flood arousal and with each threatening stroke my core weeps for him. My nipples are thrumming, my clit *pulsing* on the edge of an orgasm, and all he's done to me so far is suck on my neck. The first night I slept in his bed, after Gerald attacked me in the storeroom, he said something to me that made me hot with shame. At the time, I didn't think this words were true. But now... I know they are. He'd said:

*"Do you know what I think? I think you like to be dominated. I think you want me to slide over there, rip open my robe that you are wearing, spread your legs as wide as I can, and fuck you into the goddamned headboard. That is what I think."*

Turns out that he was right and I need him to fuck me, and I mean *right now.* "Mickey! I need-"

"I know, doll. I can tell. You're bathing my cock in your juices, but I'm warning you right now, I no longer give a fuck if you cum or not. it is no longer my concern. I'm just going to fuck you as hard as I can, as long as I can until I either explode in your womb, or crack the fucking shower door. I want to plunge so deep inside of you that I can feel your heart beating against my dick. Carving myself in so that no other man will *ever* possess you quite like I do. You won't even be able to walk without feeling me inside of you."

His words are sharp, angry, and filled with venom as he rocks against me from behind. His mouth mercilessly roams over my neck and my back, leaving bruises and hickeys that cause me to shiver with pleasure. Each stroke of his fingers on my body is tight and pinched, almost brutal as he fondles my curves. Grabbing everything from my tender ass cheeks to the swollen buds of my nipples. He's like a hungry beast, dominating every inch of me with either his mouth or his hands. Leaving *no part* of me unexplored. Without warning, he dips low between my thighs and then plunges his long shaft into my sex with a forceful thrust and an animalistic grunt.

"Ah!" I shout, falling limp between him and the warm hard glass, my pussy throbbing against the steel wrath between his legs. *Oh my God. He's so deep. It feels amazing.*

"Oh fuck!" he groans, wrapping my hair around his fist and yanking my head back each time he hammers into me. "Fuck yeah," he kisses me, biting the side of my face as he slams into my cervix with brutal force.

It's been ten seconds and I already feel my walls shuddering. They're seconds away from detonating. It feels so damn good, I *need* it to last, but he's already said that he doesn't care if I cum or not, so I'm going to have to lie. "It hurts too much!" I cry out. "Slow down Mickey. Please..."

Releasing my hair to pin my hands against the wall, he growls, "No." Then he continues to pound into me even harder. "I think I've waited long enough."