Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Asher smiled deviously,

“Well, since you want to be my whore, because that’s what you want to be, isn’t it….? Is it?” He stared at me. And maybe I was hypnotized, or I had taken the word way too seriously because I nodded.

“Right. Good. So, just so you know what happens to someone like you… First,” he said, and suddenly, his hands were on my knees, forcefully parting my legs.

Before I could even react, he thrust two fingers right inside of me, making me gasp and arch from the bed. I wasn’t ready for the intrusion. I wasn’t prepared for it. I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t… I just wasn’t prepared. The only lubrication I had was from what we’d done earlier because now I was completely turned off.

I bit my lip to stifle the pain as he remained still inside me, one hand still holding one of my knees apart. I tried to breathe through my mouth desperately trying not to show him how much he was hurting me. I looked back into his eyes and found him watching me with an unreadable expression.

Then he continued, still keeping eye contact,

“We have them tested to make sure about their health status. If they’re clean. No STDs. No HIV. Making sure they’re safe goods.” He snarled then continued,

“Are you a safe good, Ariella? Are you a good whore? Are you a clean whore? Or are you a dirty whore?” Before I could even process the words, he pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in again with a force I couldn’t explain

God!

I couldn’t believe the sound that ripped from my throat… I moaned. A deep, hard moan, not a whimper. Because even as he hurled insults at me with his fingers inside, I had become utterly drenched, completely turned on. So when he pushed them back in, the only sensation was pure, unadulterated pleasure. And I wanted it. I wanted the feeling that his fingers brought me.

I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to do it over and over and over again. The best thing would have been if he’d just pulled down his pants and fucked me right there on the bed because I would have killed for him to fuck me right then. Hard. Harder. The hardest he had ever fucked anyone else.

I know I’m crazy. Don’t judge me.

But he didn’t. He didn’t give me what I craved. He didn’t fuck me, not with his dick and not with his fingers. He just kept them there, sloppy with my juices, which continued to flow.

His unreadable expression morphed into one of pure disgust as he watched his fingers inside

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Then he spoke again. “We watch for their chastity. We want to know how loose their pussies are, how used they are. A virgin is the jackpot, that gets us a lot of money. We place bets and that always brings in easy money. But we both know you’re not a virgin, aren’t you?” He asked again, and I shook my head once more.

“There you have it. So now we’re going to have to just do our second test and see how much stretched this pussy is.”

And then he started scissoring, his fingers moving inside me. And I nearly cried.

I unconsciously started moaning, thrashing, and squeezing his fingers deeper inside me. I wanted him to do more, so much more. I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers, so I tried to scissor his hand with my knees, but he was standing between my knees, one hand holding my knee apart. When I tried to rub my thighs together, he held my knee even farther apart while continuing to push his fingers deeper, scissoring and un-scissoring.

It was the most exquisite torture I had ever endured. Before long, I was crying and begging, ” Please, Asher, please just fuck me………

“Please, please, please… Fuck me… Asher!,”

“Oh…. please, please don’t do this to me!”

But he didn’t in fact fuck me. He just kept watching me, his face a mask of anger and disgust.

“Please, just fuck me with your fingers, please, please, please, I really need it,” I pleaded, but he acted as if he didn’t see me, as if he was solely focused on the task at hand, a task I knew he couldn’t possibly fulfill.

Then, I found myself grinding on his fingers, my mind drifting, detaching. I pretended his fingers were another part of his body, chasing that pleasure, chasing that climax. But then, all of a sudden, he withdrew and snapped,

“No!”

“No, please no!” I cried, lunging for his hand, though I had no idea what I planned to do with it.

“No, please, I’m begging you! Just let me have an orgasm, just let me come, please, I’m begging you!”

I don’t even know how it happened, but suddenly I was on my knees, looking up at him.

He stood there, watching me, his gaze filled with disgust. My eyes were brimming with tears, and I knew I was a mess, but I desperately needed that release. “Please, please, please, I’ll do anything, anything… yes, I’ll do anything!”

He swallowed. I pulled his hand towards my mouth and started licking my release off his

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