Distracted and Pounded by My Mafia Brother’s Cock
T. A. BEAU
Distracted and Pounded by My Mafia Brother’s Cock
T. A. BEAU
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).
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WORD COUNT: 4600 words
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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.