Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 4 Room 7

Chapter 4: 4 Room 7

Lara POV

I waited in Room Seven completely naked.

My wrists were bound high above my head with rope that bit deep into the skin, the knot lashed to a heavy iron hook in the ceiling. The blindfold was almost perfect—no light, only the faintest sliver of polished floor visible if I tipped my head all the way down my nose.

My ’safeword’ was a small beeper with a keyring hooked around my middle finger and tucked into my palm. If I pressed it, it would emit a loud screech sure to put a client off long enough for Rob and the security boys to get me out. A last resort.

I clutched it tight, trying to calm my fluttering pulse.

My body was stretched tight in the bindings. On tiptoe the burn in my shoulders eased; if I sagged, the ropes yanked my arms straight, tendons screaming, toes barely brushing wood. Cool air licked every inch of my bare skin. My nipples had already tightened into stiff, aching peaks from the chill and the waiting.

Without being able to see, my other senses heightened. So I heard perfectly the sound of footsteps drawing close from behind me.

My mystery client stood there, somewhere at my back. The weight of his presence made me feel even more vulnerable.

He could do anything to me.

I squirmed slightly against the ropes, lifting onto tiptoes.

"Sir?" I breathed. "–ah!"

He did not speak.

A hand cracked across my right ass cheek without warning. The sound was sharp and filthy—skin on skin, loud in the quiet room. Fire bloomed instantly across the flesh. Another slap on the left, harder. Then another. He spanked me in steady, unhurried rhythm, alternating cheeks until both burned hot and tight.

I felt the meat of my ass jiggle with every impact, felt the sting sink deeper, turning into a throbbing, liquid heat that made my cunt clench and drip.

Then, without warning—

Fingers slid between my legs and hooked up into my cunt. Almost at the same time, his thumb pressed into my ass too.

Another hand stroked up my side and cupped my breast, rough palm covering the soft weight, thumb dragging across the stiff nipple before pinching it roughly.

I gasped.

"You have been busy, haven’t you, little whore?"

The client spoke close to my ear, his voice cold and melodic even when his words were so filthy. I shivered, clenching down on his fingers.

Oh god, what a sexy voice.

I could imagine him at once.

Not nice. Not safe. But so damn beautiful.

He smelled intoxicating, too – cologne that smelled expensive, cedar and citrus and other notes that I couldn’t name. A cold, refreshing scent. He smelled like the kind of man who kept the world at a distance, and yet he was here to ruin me.

"Yes, sir," I said, pitching my voice soft and breathless. "Not enough, sir–"

"Not enough?"

"Not the one I needed– mm–"

I pressed back, hoping to rub my body against him. But as soon as I moved, so did he.

He pulled his fingers out of me. Precise footsteps circled around me. From the sliver of light at the bottom of my blindfold, I could see a pair of shiny leather shoes and promisingly long legs.

Oh, he looked like a man who might have a very nice cock.

"Please, sir–"

He didn’t answer with words. One hand returned between my legs from the front. Fingers found my swollen clit and began rubbing tight, precise circles.

The pressure was perfect—firm enough to make my hips jerk, slick enough that every pass made a wet, filthy sound. My clit throbbed under his touch, already painfully sensitive.

"What do you need?"

"You...I need you...touch me, please!"

It was not just a professional act anymore. Lust made my voice waver and crack.

I spread my legs as much as I could without losing balance, arching into his touch.

Good gods, this man knew exactly what he was doing. Most of my clients couldn’t find their way around a woman’s clitoris with a flashlight. This client knew exactly how to touch me.

Without stopping in rubbing my clit, his other hand roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me. Then the hand wrapped around my throat.

Oh, I liked that. Didn’t want to admit how much I liked that.

The way he played with my body was so...precise. Like an instrument that he could pluck to his tune.

Soon enough, my thighs tightened and my toes curled, on the edge of orgasm.

"Oh—oh—Sir, I’m—"

He took his hand away.

I could have screamed with frustration, but the next moment—

Strong hands gripped the backs of my thighs, lifting, spreading me wide. I was fully suspended in the air on just the ropes and his hands, and he held me as though I weighed nothing.

The blunt, scorching head of his cock nudged my dripping entrance—thick, hot, the flared crown stretching my puffy folds. For one suspended second I felt the impossible girth of him, the way he would split me open.

"Is this what you need?" He murmured against my ear.

"Yes, yes sir—" I cried out urgently.

He dropped me.

Gravity impaled me in one brutal, perfect stroke.

His cock drove straight up into my cunt, stretching me so much wider than his fingers had, deeper and deeper, the fat head battering deep until it kissed my cervix. The sudden, savage fullness punched the air from my lungs. A gush of my juices squirted out around his shaft, splattering down onto the floor between his shoes.

"Oh my god—!"

He was so big.

The orgasm hit instantly, vicious and unstoppable. My cunt clamped down hard, rippling and spasming around the thick intrusion, milking him in desperate, rhythmic pulses. My entire body convulsed—back arching, legs shaking violently in his grip, toes curling so hard they cramped.

He didn’t give me a second to recover.

He started fucking me immediately—using his grip on my thighs to bounce me on his cock like I weighed nothing. Each thrust slammed up into me, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. The ropes creaked. My wrists burned. My ass—still hot and stinging from the spanking—jiggled every time his hips crashed into me. My tits bounced with the motion, nipples tight and sore.

"Good girl. Keep squeezing my cock like that," he growled, that cold voice finally turning rough around the edges with dangerous lust.

Wave after wave kept crashing through me. I couldn’t stop coming. Every time he bottomed out I felt another flutter, another gush. My cunt was gripping him so tightly it almost hurt, fluttering and squeezing around every ridge and vein of his cock.

"Such a good little whore for me..."

I could only sob and moan, broken and shameless, while he kept fucking me through it—hard, deep, relentless—using my suspended body like a toy. My thighs shook uncontrollably in his hands. My cunt kept fluttering and squirting in helpless little pulses around his thick, driving cock. The ropes held me. The blindfold kept me in the dark. And he kept using me exactly how he wanted.

In his hands, I felt totally under his control. Helpless. Well used. But still taken care of.

In this moment, I could admit to myself—

Losing control like this was just what I needed.

I just never expected to find this in a client, let alone one where I had never even seen his face.