Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 16 Know Your Place

Chapter 16: 16 Know Your Place

Emmanuel POV

She tricked me. The little fox.

How she gasped and trembled for me, tight body squeezing my cock. She was so good for me that I thought she was a little bunny, exactly the obedient little breeder I needed.

A means to an end.

Then she saw my name at the bottom of that contract and the bunny disappeared.

Now look at her, glared at me with those vividly green eyes.

The brothel manager had undersold her. Those eyes weren’t just pretty—they were lethal. The kind of eyes that promised they’d claw my throat out the second I lowered my guard. An incredible look on the face of a little whore spread out on my desk in pretty panties.

Quite contrary to my usual taste, I found myself...enjoying it.

Lara slowly spread open her legs. The scrap of black lace between her legs shifted, a taunting little ribbon on a gift I intended to ruin.

What a nice gift for me.

What a good find.

I hooked two fingers into the side of the lace and pulled it to one side, exposing the smooth little mound of her pussy. Despite the bratty attitude, her body could not lie. She was already wet for me, the pink folds glistening with moisture.

I spread her slick folds with my thumbs, opening her up for my gaze.

"This," I said, voice low and rough, "belongs to me now."

My thumb dragged over her clit in a slow, deliberate circle.

"Ah–!"

She bit down on her lower lip so hard I saw the flash of white teeth, but a broken little sound still escaped her. Her hips twitched. I did it again, firmer this time, watching her pupils blow wide even as she fought to keep glaring. Just to see the way her eyes misted over, while she fought to keep on glaring at me.

Naughty little fox.

Draw me in with the cute bunny act, then show a flash of claws.

Sliding lower, I sank two fingers into her tight cunt and pumped them into her with wet, filthy squelches.

"Oh my god–" she gasped.

One stiletto heel jerked up and caught my shoulder. I caught her ankle, shoved it back down, and spread her wider.

"This is your place now, Lara." I curled my fingers, pressing against that spongy spot inside her that made her back arch clean off the desk.

"Remember how it feels. Because from tonight on, this cunt exists for one purpose only—to take my cock and be bred full of me."

Lara moaned, the sound half-pained and half captivated, making my cock throb painfully, confined in my pants.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I unbuckled my belt with quick movements. I dragged the broad head of my cock through her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick, letting it catch on her clit with every pass.

"–And if I am not breeding you," I continued, "you will be waiting for the next time I fill you up."

Lust made my voice heavier, darker.

She didn’t answer with words. Her body did—hips canting up, pussy clenching around nothing, eyes glassy with desire.

I lined up and thrust.

One brutal, claiming stroke that buried me to the hilt inside her tight heat.

"Fuck—" The groan ripped out of me before I could choke it back. She was scorching. Velvet. Gripping me like a fist. I felt every ripple of her walls as they struggled to take me.

"Ah—"

Lara arched beneath me, her whole body responding to the penetration. Just like the first time I had her at The Red Door.

It was even better like this, with nothing between us.

The chemistry between us was like nothing I had ever felt.

Effortless. Instinctual.

For a few minutes, all I could do was thrust. I fucked her hard—deep, punishing thrusts that rocked the desk and made her tits bounce with every impact. My hands were everywhere. Gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. Squeezing her breasts. Pinching her nipples until she sobbed. I wanted to mark her. Own her. Break that defiant little glare until the only thing left in those pretty eyes was me.

I drank in her breathless whimpers, slamming deep into her until I could feel the tip of my cock stretching her cervix.

"Oh god– I’m coming–" she cried out, clenching around me in desperate waves.

I slowed.

For a moment there —

For a moment I was not in control.

I teased her with slow thrusts, until her body only gave the occasional little shiver, setting a more languid pace.

Until my breathing evened again.

Until I remembered more than base instinct.

I had to peel off my damp clothes. I continued to fuck her in slow, shallow strokes, while I removed my tie, my jacket, and unbuttoned my shirt.

"What are you?" I demanded roughly.

"I’m– I’m your breeder–" she moaned.

Her eyes were all misted over with want now, pupils wide and unfocused.

Oh, my pretty little breeder...she knew what she was meant for when my cock was inside her, hm?

"Very good," I purred.

I rolled my hips deeper, savoring the way she gasped, the way her body clenched around me again like it never wanted to let go.

"Your turn."

I pulled her off the desk without slipping out of her, still buried to the hilt in that tight, dripping heat. With a low grunt I dropped back into my leather chair and dragged her down with me, forcing her to straddle my lap. The new angle punched a broken sound out of her throat—she sank even deeper onto my cock, her cervix kissing the head with every tiny shift of her hips.

I reached behind her, unhooked the bra with one flick, and tossed it aside. Her tits spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples tight and begging for attention. Much better.

"Show me how well you’ve learned your place," I ordered. "Milk my cock like a good little breeding whore."

"Mmph–" Lara made a muffled sound, something between humiliation and ecstasy.

Her eyelashes fluttered.

She braced her hands on her own spread thighs and began to move, lifting herself on trembling legs before sinking back down in a slow, obedient rhythm.

The wet, filthy sound of her cunt sliding along my length filled the office. Every bounce made her tits sway and bounce exactly the way I wanted. I leaned back, letting her do the work, watching the way her slick coated my cock on every upward stroke, glistening in the low light.

She was still pouting at me. Her eyes flashing with fire, while her greedy little pussy clenched and fluttered obediently around me.

Little liar. Ungrateful brat.

How dare she look at me like that?

I gave a lazy upward thrust, just to feel her tighten.

"Where would you be without me?" I teased. "Still spreading your legs at The Red Door for spare change? This is what you need. I am the one you need. Isn’t that what you told me, hm?"

Her face flushed deeper. She bit her lip hard, but kept moving, thighs flexing, breath coming faster. I could feel how much wetter she was getting, her arousal mixing with the cum I’d already fucked into her earlier.

"What should you say...?"

She faltered for half a second, hips stuttering. Her eyes burned brighter than ever.

"Thank you, sir," she cried out, voice tight and strained.

I raised a brow and thrust up harder, making her gasp. "For what?"

Her eyes flashed. She looked like she wanted to claw my face off. Instead she swallowed, cheeks burning, and forced the words out between clenched teeth.

"Thank you for breeding me, sir–"

Heat exploded low in my spine.

"Mmm. Good girl."

I was done letting her set the pace.

My grip on her hips turned bruising. I yanked her down and drove up into her at the same time—hard, deep, relentless. The chair creaked beneath us. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. I used her like a toy, slamming into that soaked cunt over and over until the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

I felt my balls draw up tight. The heat coiled, then snapped.

With a low, guttural groan I buried myself to the root and came, thick pulses of cum flooding deep inside her. I kept thrusting through it, grinding against her cervix, making sure every drop stayed exactly where it belonged—painting her womb, claiming her from the inside out.

For a moment, I let myself enjoy it.

The pleasure that made every muscle in my body loosen. The trembling, pulsing body wrapped around me.

Just a moment.

Then—

I tossed her off my lap. Lara stumbled back against the desk, legs shaking in those stiletto heels.

I tugged the scrap of black lace over her pussy again to catch the seed dripping out of her.

"You can go," I said coolly.

Her expression changed.

The satiated, dazed look gave way to an expression of disbelief.

I lifted an eyebrow.

This was a transaction, not a relationship. That was the point of spending all that money. I had been clear about that up front. I was not going to spend any extra time coddling her after we were done.

"Go where?"

Her voice dipped angrily.

"Take the elevator. My staff will direct you."

"Right."

She turned and walked away. I watched her go with a simmer of satisfaction, a sticky trail making its way slowly down her right thigh.

I did that. I own her. Mine.

She disappeared out of sight.

I heard the heels click against my floors, further away. The whirl as the elevator doors opened.

I was alone in the penthouse once again.

Just as I preferred it.

I leaned back in my seat and ordered myself a scotch.