AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Distracted and Pounded by My Mafia Brother’s Cock

SUBTITLE: A BDSM Brother/Sister Incest Erotica Short Story with BDSM (cuffs, toys, gag-her underwear), exhibitionism, extreme humiliation kink, mafia/mob world setting (shooting, gore, guns).

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 4600 words

My father has summoned me to meet him in his office. My father is the head of the Emiliano Cartel, the most powerful cartel in Europe and even most of the United States. He was a ruthless man, and as his daughter, I did everything I could to follow after him. I take immense pride in being an Emiliano. I am the only Emiliano woman to be claimed as Fabian Emiliano’s daughter, his Princessa.

My lip curls in pleasure, remembering how I had pleased Father during my initiation into the cartel. The first time I had killed a man, I was seven. Father smiled and called me Princessa.

I remember how pride and joy spread through my crimson-colored chest. Father had always called me girl but now I was his princess. After that, all I did was to please Father.

I went to school as usual, not sparing the man I’d killed another thought. After that, my only desire was to please my father. At least, it was until Enzo came of age and ruined everything.

Refusing to think about Enzo, I leave the glass of whiskey I had been nursing and head towards Father’s office. As I walk down the brightly lit and tastefully decorated hallway in my family’s hundred-million-dollar mansion, the guards that line the corridor stand straighter. A few of them suck in a breath and hold it as I walk past.

I sneer cockily. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one guard tremble lightly in fear, as he should. I wonder for a moment whether I should slit his throat. He seemed to expect it and I would hate to disappoint the people.

At twenty-four, I crave a taste for blood and violence like no other. I’m, after all, my father’s daughter. Deciding against it, I walk past the guards, spinning one of the blades father had gifted me through my fingers, my curvy hips swaying seductively.

I reach the giant white and gold doors of Father’s office and land three rapid knocks on the door. The smile I have on my face to greet my father drops when I realize I’m not the only one he has summoned.

The bane of my existence turns his head to look at me. He smirks arrogantly at me and I feel desire and annoyance rise simultaneously through me, settling uneasily low in my belly.

“Come in, Princessa. Sit,” Father says sternly, gesturing to the only other empty chair in front of his desk. Enzo, my older brother, occupies the other.

I scowl and walk slowly to take a seat. I refuse to pay Enzo any mind even though I can feel the heat of his gaze traveling down the length of my body, slowing down at my breasts. My nipples tighten against the front of my leather catsuit from the intensity of his stare. I can feel his smirk, and I focus even harder on Father, who is yet to look up from the papers on his desk.

“What is this about, Father?” I ask, my voice coming out slightly raspy. I curse inwardly at how desperate I sound. Fucking Enzo.

Father finally looks up and leans back in his chair.

“I have a mission for you. For both of you,” Father says, his eyes darting from me to Enzo. He grimaces slightly as if he knows what’s coming. And he’s right.

My eyes go wide with incredulousness.

“I’m sorry, what? El jefe, you can’t be serious. I always go on missions alone. Why the hell would I take this spoiled brat with me this time?” Enzo spits, his expression of shock and annoyance mirroring mine.

“Spoiled brat?? Fottuto ritardato!” I hiss. “Father, if there’s anyone who shouldn’t be allowed on this mission, it should be this fucking son of a bitch!” I spew, fire shooting out of my eyes at Enzo.

Ever since Father started to closely mentor Enzo when he sprouted some muscles, Enzo has been a thorn in my side, always trying to one-up me, trying to displace me in Father’s eyes. He’d never succeeded and never will, not if I have anything to say about it.

The only thing Enzo can hold over me is how much I want him, how much I crave the taste of him on my tongue, the feel of his thick cock deep in my pussy. I’ve been at his beck and call for the last five years since he’d hate-fucked me after I taunted him when he let a rat within the organization escape.

“Oh, admit it, Princessa.” Enzo scorned. “You’re just Daddy’s spoiled little girl who’ll never take over as Don,” he adds with a final blow, using the very thing I want the most. “I will. Give it up already.”

“You will serve me when I rule the cartel! And maybe if you beg me enough, I’ll let you keep that tiny dick of yours.” I spit cruelly.

I might have felt rage prickling over my skin but if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never been so turned on. The way he looks at me like he would love nothing more than to place a blade against my throat while he fucks me into oblivion sets my body on fire.

There’s no need to stoop to Enzo’s level but I get off on giving just as good as I get. If he wants a verbal battle, he’s got one.

“Enough! Zara! Not another word from you. Another word, Enzo, and I’ll cut out your tongue!” Father threatens, slamming a fist on the table, his voice thundering in the large office.

Father waits a beat or two before continuing on.

“There’s a mole. I need you two to take him out. His name is Alfonzo Ramirez. He’s a spy from the Police. They thought they could deceive me and destroy my business and my empire, but they’ll understand that Emiliano Cartel is not one to mess with. He’s under witness protection. I hear they’ve hidden him away at one of their warehouses downtown. There’s a car waiting outside for you,” Father says, assigning us our task.

“Find him, kill him. Quietly, no mess. Do you understand?” Father commands.

Enzo and I both nod. Father dismisses us and I stalk out of Father’s office, swaying my hips as I know Enzo is watching me walk away. I ignore the guards as I walk out of the house towards the waiting car.

“Running, Princess? I thought you had more than that in you,” Enzo calls, baiting me.

“You wouldn’t know, would you, now? Seeing as you could never quite reach deep enough to know what’s in me.” I taunt, not caring who might be listening to our conversation.

“Say that one more time, Princess. You won’t like what I’ll do to you.” Enzo threatens, snatching my arm and spinning me to face him just as I get to the car. He presses me up against his broad chest, and I can feel the hardness of his cock against the front of my catsuit. My mouth waters and the hair on my nape pricks up in depraved anticipation.

I look up into Enzo’s gray-colored eyes that seem midnight black now. I can’t help myself. I rub my stomach against his hardness, teasing him, waiting for him to pounce on me like he so evidently wants to.

I rise on my tip toes and whisper hotly in his ear, “Make me.” Pulling back, I grin, seeing his nostrils flare up in desire. His eyes get even darker and he smirks evilly.

Yanking the car door open, Enzo throws me into the back seat by the arm and enters after me. He pushes the button for the soundproof divider but hardly waits until it’s halfway up before he launches himself at me.

He wraps a large, meaty hand around my slender neck, squeezing tight enough that I lose my vision for a second before he eases up. He pushes me so I’m lying down and I feel the car engine rev to life.

For some reason, the vibration of the car combined with the mammoth of a man at whose mercy I am makes my pussy flood.

“You fucking brat! You’ve been having a field day taunting me, haven’t you? Testing me?” Enzo spews in my face, baring his perfect white teeth. The scent of his cologne chokes me. It smells like musk and man and luxury-everything that turns me on about him.

“You’ve been trying to humiliate me in front of Father, haven’t you, Princessa?” Enzo taunts, shaking my neck lightly as he pushes open my legs and settles in between.

“F-f-uck y-ou…” I hiss, making him growl.

His giant cock lies right against my pussy and I gasp and grind my hips against him, searching for release.

“You want this cock, Princess? You want to be fucked hard until you see stars? You want me to destroy your fucking cunt with this giant cock?” Enzo whispers hotly in my ear.

I bite down on my lower lip and have to fight the urge to nod in agreement. I want all those things and more. I need him.

“Beg me!” Enzo hisses, his eyes menacing.

“Fuck you!” I spit, not wanting to give in even though I know deep down that I’m his for the taking.

Enzo smiles devilishly. “Eventually. Until then, you’re going to wish you never teased me, you fucking slut! You’re going to scream my name.”