Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 09

Upon the bed, Angelique couldn't stop her mind from wandering to Mikhail. With her head pressed against the bed, she hid the closed, tearful eyes from his view. There was something deep down inside of Angelique that she couldn't quite understand. Knowing that the two girls were sucking his cock sparked some kind of jealous feeling within the depths of her mind. Confusion flooded her conscious as to why she would even feel jealous about it. Try as she might to remind herself he was the man that bought her from a sex trafficking auction, and treated her like a dog earlier in the morning, she just couldn't figure out why she would be jealous about the girls. Whether she was jealous towards the fact she was missing out on pleasuring him, or the fact that Mikhail himself chose the two girls to please him, she just didn't know why she felt jealousy welling up within her, nor which one was more frightening to her mind.

The room quickly began to fill with the sounds and scents of sex. As the two girls diligently worked to suckle upon his tool, their wet, gagging sounds drowning out the sound of the cackling fireplace, the feminine scent of Angelique's arousal was tantalizing to Mikhail's nose. Like a predator before his prey, Mikhail watched with hungry eyes the hot, wet pink folds that were awaiting his member. It was becoming far too much for him to ignore and put off. He needed her like a drug.

"That's enough for now, ladies..." Mikhail remarked to the two girls. Immediately the stopped before planting soft, appreciative kisses upon his thick shaft and thick balls.

Slowly he walked passed them. His cock throbbed and ached for pleasure as it bounced against his thighs with every footstep. With purpose in his steps, he gradually walked up and stood behind Angelique, watching her fingers continue to massage her clit. That sight alone brought a smile to his face. Grasping her thighs, he firmly jerked her body back into position, so that her lower body laid over the foot of the bed, as if she were bending over into the bed.

"Such a good girl, aren't you, Angelique?" He asked with praise in his voice as his hand slowly grasped his member and began to caress it's wet, hot tip against her soaked cunt.

Once again Mikhail's attention was focused upon Angelique, and almost immediately the jealousy within her went away. Coyly she wiped her eyes against the comforter, hopeful he was unaware of any emotions she was experiencing. "Yes." She rasped out quickly, her body tensing with anticipation as his cock tip found the hot pink haven of her pussy.

Mikhail chuckled softly at her eager words. 'Breaking her down...' He thought to himself triumphantly as his hand incessantly rubbed his cock tip against her velvety opening. She could try to deny it all she wanted; he knew all too well she wanted this. Her quick, eager words were those that seemed as if in search of re-assurance of affection and attention. Those glimmers of tears in her eyes he noticed were of jealousy; that was perfectly clear to him. Angelique was truly beginning to break in his eyes. The once rebellious, spirited girl, was slowly turning into a slave, a true, obedient slave, all because of him.

"Good girl... very good girl..." He commended, stroking her back in a rhythmic pace to match the stroke of his bulbous tip against her opening. Slowly he turned his head back to the two girls who sat waiting for his command. "Casey..." He began, "... I think Angelique wants to repay you for cleaning her little cunt. Why not allow her that privilege while Belle makes sure Daddy is very satisfied."

Angelique's eyes widened at Mikhail's casual choice of words. Her heart raced as the sounds of Casey and Belle moving came closer and closer until finally Casey climbed up onto the bed and positioned her open legs on either side of Angelique. Hands clenching the bed sheets, she timidly looked up to the smiling Casey.

"It's alright." Casey said reassuringly with a light giggle at Angelique's timid look. Reaching down, she softly stroked the side of Angelique's face in a comforting way. "Just do what I did to you. It's easy."

Hesitantly Angelique nodded her head as her eyes slowly traveled down to look upon Casey's pussy. Sitting before her, it glistened slightly with arousal, the soft, feminine scent flirting with her nostrils. For the longest time, Angelique had wondered what it would be like to be with another woman in her naive sexual mind. Now with Mikhail behind her as his member slowly and painstakingly inserted itself deeper and deeper into her tight, velvety canal, it was perhaps the closest and relatively only way she would experience it firsthand.

Slowly Angelique's head lowered down into the redhead's lap. Her lips gently met the nether-lips of Casey, gathering the rather sweet wetness upon her lips. The mere taste of it was intoxicating to Angelique. After wondering and fantasizing about it for some time, curiosity couldn't be contained. Her mere taste drove Angelique to slowly lap at Casey's pussy, meticulously allowing her tongue to part ever so gently between the sensual labia lips.

"She's such a pretty little cunt licker, isn't she?" Mikhail mused to Belle and Casey as he slowly pressed his hips into Angelique's. His member gradually entered her tight canal as he watched the erotic sight before him. Even as Belle stood behind him, her hands caressing his naked torso as she passionately kissed his neck, he continued to keep his eyes upon his pet like a proud parent. She was so special to him in that way. He was the person that shaped her into the obedient slave she had become. Even if she was, in large part, following his orders in order to go home, she was following them because of him. Once the spirited girl that tried everything to escape, even succeeding in some regard to make it to the main road, she was now his, and only his.

As his member slowly carved it's way deep within her sex, Angelique incessantly continued to lick away at Casey's pussy. Like a cat lapping at milk, Angelique's tongue slowly and hesitantly licked away at the hot, pink center. It was only when she heard Mikhail's words of praise that she slowly began to relax, as if his approval was more important to her than Casey's. To hear him speak with praise about her, although in a morbid and taboo sort of way, was soothing and relaxing to Angelique's troubled mind in a way nothing could compare to as she continued to obediently lick and lap away at Casey's hot snatch.

It didn't take Mikhail very long until the lustful power of the evening consumed him. Firmly his hands grasped his little slave's hips as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Just the sight alone of his little pet, the girl he molded into his slave, so diligently and happily lapping away at a stranger's pussy was too alluring with its eroticism to ignore. Even as Belle humped his leg, grinding her wet cunt against his leg as she kissed his neck, Mikhail's focus was almost entirely upon Angelique.

Roughly he pulled Angelique's hips back into his. The sheer force of it drove him deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, his cock tip brushing against the firmness of her cervix. As the cum welled up within his balls, churning ever so closer to orgasm, he couldn't help but to allow a low groan out from his lips under the sound of their hips slamming together.

He couldn't take it anymore. After holding it off, he needed to cum.

With force, Mikhail ripped away his member from Angelique's tight, gripping pussy. His member throbbed and twitched, ever so close to shooting his load, as he pulled Angelique's head away from Casey's crotch and jerked her down off of the bed to her knees before him, even as she panted like an animal in heat.

As Angelique was jerked off of the bed, she could only look up to Mikhail's eyes as he peered down at her. In a brief moment, as the two locked eyes, she couldn't help but to feel some sort of odd, almost alien feeling welling up inside of her at the mere sight of him. As she looked passed his thick, veiny cock that glistened with her juices and cum, she couldn't help but feel an entirely different level of closeness between the two of them. It was as if, in her mind, they were something closer than just a slave buyer and innocent, forced-into-slavery woman; it was almost, as if, she felt a deeper, closer, and even loving, in a dark sense, connection that was both confusing, and admittedly frightened to think she was actually starting to like him.

Before she could have time to even think and consider the plethora of emotions that were running through her mind, Belle and Casey began to take over. As if truly knowing what their boss wanted, the two girls seamlessly began to move into position. As Casey scrambled down and off the bed, she quickly squatted down beside her, holding Angelique's head steady in front of Mikhail's cock. Belle didn't skip a beat either as she too crouched down beside Mikhail.

On her knees, the blonde bombshell was quick to begin to work Mikhail's rigid tool. Ever a true expert at the art of pleasing a man, she didn't pause for an instant as her hand vigorously stroked his thick cock, using Angelique's wetness and juices for lubricant. Her soft, feminine hand gripped his throbbing member, allowing it to pulsate and ache in her hand as she stroked him off.

"Mmm... Please Daddy... Please cum for us..." Belle asked, her voice filled with seduction and lust as she looked up to his eyes. "We want your cum, Daddy..."

He couldn't take it anymore. Belle's seductive coaxing was more than enough to send him over the orgasmic cliffs. His eyes locked in upon Angelique's, staring directly into her beautiful gems before being consumed by his orgasm. Wildly his member throbbed spasmed in Belle's hands as he finally came with a loud groan. The thick, hot, white cum jutted from his cock. Uncontrollably it shot out from him, spurting directly upon Angelique's soft, creamy white face. There was no escaping it for Angelique as it landed all over her young, beautiful face. She could only kneel before him, eyes closed as his hot load landed across her face.

With a groan and a soft chuckle, Mikhail sat back into his arm chair, a sated look upon his face. His cock idly twitched and throbbed against his thighs as he looked upon the erotic sight of his slave before him. Cum all over her face, he couldn't help but to watch her face. It was entrancing to him, a memory he wouldn't forget as he slightly nodded his head.

"Come clean me up Belle, if you will. Casey can clean off my little slave's face." He said with a smirk to his face.

The two girls didn't waste a minute before following Mikhail's words. Once Belle slowly crawled on her hands and knees between Mikhail's legs, she didn't wait until her hot mouth engulfed his twitching cock. As her tongue hungrily swirled against his gradually deflating member, Casey was quick to focus her attention upon Angelique's face. As Angelique knelt without protest, Casey's tongue longingly licked away his semen upon her face.

Not a word of protest, not even a flinch of disapproval, came from Angelique as Casey's tongue lapped up Mikhail's cum from her face like a sponge. She couldn't explain it, not even to herself, as to why she was being so obedient to him. Her conflicted mind knew perfectly well it wasn't for fear of punishment. But if it wasn't that, then what was it? The only explanation that came to her mind that felt remotely close to the truth was because she actually and truly wanted this, because deep down inside, it was what he wanted. Despite her best efforts to dislodge the thought out of her mind, Angelique couldn't stop thinking about him and his desires.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' She silently asked herself as Casey lapped up the last bit of his cum upon her cheek.

It was only once Casey had finished licking Angelique's face that Mikhail had seemingly had enough. With a sated look to his eyes and face, he let out a soft sigh as he stroked Belle's head. Tired from the long day, the entire evening was just the cherry on top of a very rewarding birthday. "That's enough for tonight, ladies..." Mikhail said quietly as Belle's head slowly removed it's tight, cleansing suckles of her throat with a soft pop from his member. "My pet and I have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Belle pouted at his words, disappointment evident in her face, as she softly nodded. "We understand, Daddy..." She said, planting a soft kiss upon his pelvis, just above his swollen member. "Did you have a good birthday, Daddy?"

Softly Mikhail smiled and nodded his head. "Oh yes..." He said, his eyes glancing at Angelique's with a smirk upon his face. "A very good Birthday."

The two girls giggled to themselves as they exchanged glances between each other. As they slowly rose from their positions upon the floor, Mikhail's eyes once again fell upon Angelique's. With that soft, knowing smirk upon his face, he slowly and silently motioned his fingers to her, as if motioning for her to come closer to him as he sat in his recliner like a king without clothing.

Once again, the unexplainable, conflicted feeling filled Angelique as she paused for only a moment. She didn't need to be told twice as she slowly crawled over to his feet. Angelique couldn't help it. There was seemingly some invisible force pulling her attention and desires closer to him. It truly was as if she wanted to make him happy and satisfied, regardless of the fact that obedience meant freedom. In her mind, obedience had already given her some sense of freedom. No longer, it seemed, was she restrained and held back by the fear of punishment and pain, but instead bound to him by some irresistible force she just couldn't explain to even herself.

Quietly Angelique crawled closer to Mikhail. Like a small, loving cat, she slowly curled her legs close to her body as she rested her tired, weary head against his knee. Once Mikhail gently began to stroke the top of her head, petting it ever so gently as he watched the two girls dress, Angelique once again felt close to Mikhail, perhaps closer to him than anyone she ever knew in an odd, romantic sense.

"I have envelopes waiting for the both of you down stairs in the Parlor..." Mikhail said to Belle and Casey, breaking the silence that had fallen with a soft smile to his face. "Don't spend it all in one place now."

Dressed back into their clothing, the two of them couldn't help but to giggle to themselves. Both of them quickly moved to him, planting kisses on either side of his face with affection and gratitude. "Thank you Daddy..." They both said, grinning from ear to ear as they casually walked out of the bedroom, leaving Angelique at Mikhail's feet as he continued to stroke her head in silence.

"I'm very proud of you..." Mikhail said finally. "You're becoming a very good girl."

Angelique said nothing in response. In that instant, she felt, oddly enough, at peace with the world. To her mind, she was safe and protected there upon the floor as he praised and stroked her head. Nothing could harm her, she thought to herself, her mind slowly easing and relaxing.

"Thank you... Daddy..." She whispered softly, her eyes turned away to the floor as that small part of her conscious, the small part that couldn't help but to remind her how utterly wrong this was, sent a pang of shame into her mind.

Mikhail softly chuckled as he gave her head a soft pat. Quietly he stood up, slowly moving as he stretched and groaned with tiredness in his body. "I'm a man of my word. Tonight, you're allowed to sleep in your bed as a reward for being such a good girl for Daddy." He said with a little wink. "Sleep well, my little pet." Walking over to a small cabinet, he wordlessly pulled out a towel from within the cabinet and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Soon, it was clear from the sound of running water, that he had decided to take a shower before bed, cleansing his muscled body of the smell of sweat and sex before bed.

For the longest time, Angelique remained silent upon the floor of Mikhail's posh bedroom. Truly her already confused mind was conflicted even more with his approval of her reward. Not knowing what she wanted to do was almost amusing to her mind. It was remarkable to her that only hours earlier, she so desperately wanted to be allowed to sleep alone in her own bed, and then she sat upon the floor of his bedroom, debating whether to go on to the little room that was set up for her, or to simply crawl up into his bed.

'Just do what feels right...'

It was moments until she finally made her mind up, following her heart over conscious. Her feet padded softly against the floor, not making a single sound as she climbed up into Mikhail's bed. Tightly she curled up under the blankets, her head resting upon the soft, plush pillows as she silently awaited Mikhail to come to bed with her.

Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting for him within his bed. It was honestly the last thing he was expecting. Once again, it showed she was breaking away, her resistant spirit virtually in ruins because of him. With a smile upon his face, Mikhail finished off drying his body before climbing into the bed with her. Not a word passed his lips as he climbed in beside her, and almost protectively draped his arm around her naked body.

By far, it truly was a very good birthday.