Chapter 18

Cole's POV

I pull out of Cassie and flip her onto her stomach. I grab a couple pillows and shove them underneath her, arching her back for her, but this way, if she loses her energy, her perfect round, juicy ass will stay arched.

I enter her from behind, continuing with my feral assault. I thrust into her a hundred times a minute, relishing in her screams of pleasure. I feel privileged to be able to worship this goddess of a woman. She's been through so much, yet it's only made her stronger. She doesn't show fear or tap out like I expect. To my surprise, she actually begs for more. Begs for me. Something about the fact that she trusts me so much after everything she's been through makes me want to worship her even more. To show her how much that trust means to me.

"Faster." Cassie pants out. "Faster please daddy."

I smirk at her statement.

"You don't need faster gattina. You need deeper."

I position myself so I can hit deeper and assault that area, never changing my pace. I am rewarded with more of Cassie's heavenly moans and screams as I abuse her g-spot.

"Daddy," she whimpers, "too much. It's too- ahhhh"

I cut her off with one quick, hard thrust.

"Wasn't you the one who asked for more, principessa?" I teasingly ask her, to which she replies with a whimper.

I chuckle at the noise.

"Take it for daddy like a good girl, gattina. You can do it." I encourage her as I slap her ass to which she moans even more.

I thrust quick, deep thrusts into her and she clenches around me, a tale tale sign that she's close. She just needs a push off the edge.

Pain.

I pull Cassie up by her neck so her back is flush against my chest, my dick still pumping in and out of her. I lean my head down and turn to bite and lick the base of her neck.

"Cum for me princess." I mumble into her neck as I bite harshly into her neck, smothering the sting with my tongue.

Cassie comes undone on my cock, the sound of us connecting now becoming a delicious squelching sound. She reaches behind her and gathers her cum from my still-moving dick, and putting her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean.

"Mmmm. We taste so good daddy. Have a taste." she says as her hands winds back again to gather more of her sweet nectar.

She turns her head to look at me as raises her fingers up to my mouth. I gladly accept her gift and suck her fingers, cleaning them of her delicious honey. I growl at the taste of her and release her neck, holding onto both of her hips and rigorously abusing her pussy. Cassie moans in delight and eventually collapses onto the pillows.

I knew they'd come in handy.

"No- no more. Too- too much. Too much daddy." she weeps.

"Can you give daddy one more baby? Will you finish with me?" I ask her, using one hand to stroke up and down her spine.

"Yes daddy." she complies.

"Good girl gattina."

Deciding I want to watch as I come inside her, I flip Cassie back onto her back, removing the pillows and slamming back into her. She moans, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

"Who do you belong to, piccola?" I ask, slamming myself into her g-spot.

"Who owns this?" I ask, reaching down and playing with her clit.

"You do, daddy. Only you." she replies instantly, burying her head into the crook of my neck.

I use one hand to keep most of my weight off of her and wrap the other around her throat, forcing her to look me in the eye and say it.

"Look at me principessa." I tell her when she closes her eyes from the immense pleasure.

"Tell me, gattina. Who owns you?" I repeat when she opens her eyes, harshly slamming into her g-spot when I say 'owns'.

"You do Cole. Only you daddy." she screams as I continue to assault that spot more vigorously as I feel my high almost dawn on me.

"Good fucking girl. Now cum with me." I demand, biting and sucking hard on her already sensitive nipples.

And like the good girl my gattina is, she does. Hard. Clenching her inner walls around me tightly. Which in turn makes me cum just as hard as her.

My thrusts turn sloppy, our breathing is ragged and uneven. Once Cassie has milked me completely, I still and collapse on her. Her arms are still loosely wrapped around my neck and her weak legs have almost completely let go of my waist.

Once we've- I've regained the ability to breathe normally again, I slowly slip out of her, instantly missing her warmth surrounding me. I get off of her and go into the bathroom. I grab bubble bath and scented candles and set a bath up for Cassie.

Whilst that fills up, I grab a towel and soak it in warm water, wringing out the excess and cleaning myself off. I re-soak and re-wring the towel, returning to the goddess lying on my bed. I approach her and see her dozing off. Caressing her leg wakes her up and Cassie looks at me with dazed and droopy eyes, a satisfied smile resting on her face.

Delicately lifting her leg up, I clean up the mess we made and kiss her on the forehead. I gently pick Cassie up in my arms, bridal style, and she snuggles into my neck, a habit I've noticed she has developed.

"Gattina?" I ask softly, to which I get an "mmm" in response.

"Why do you like burying your head into my neck?" I query, genuinely curious as I walk us to the bathroom.

"I like the way you smell, and I feel safe when I smell you." she mumbles, still half asleep.

I freeze at the counter.

She feels safe, with me?

"You made a bath?" she cheerily asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Of course I did, gattina."

Placing Cassie on the counter, I turn around and shut the water off. I pick Cassie back up and carefully place the by the edge of the tub, allowing her to feel the water's temperature.

"Perfect." she smiles lazily at me.

"Thank you papi." she says, kissing my lips.

I laugh at her choice of words and carefully ease her into the bath. I go to turn around and give her some privacy when she pulls on my wrist, causing me to spin back around and face her.

"Stay with me?" she timidly asks me.

I smile softly at her adorableness.

"Anything your heart desires, principessa."

Cassie scoots forward, allowing me to sit behind her. I climb in and pull her to me, her head falling back and resting on my chest.

"How are you feeling gattina? Are you ok?" I ask.

I need to make sure she's okay after such an intense amount of sex.

"Honestly? No, I'm not." she replies quietly and my heart drops.

Oh God. I went to far. I went to hard on her. I was too rou-

"I'm quite upset that you haven't found me before. I could've been getting dicked down for years now." Cassie looks up at me with a cheeky grin on her face.

Instantly, I wrap my hand around her neck and give it a good, hard, firm squeeze. I look at her with a hard glare.

"That's not funny. I thought I went too far or was too hard on you." I state, feigning anger, amusement clearly laced in my tone at her response.

Cassie giggles and turns her head to give me an apology kiss, one that I gladly accept.

We spend the next while bathing and cleaning each other, making plans for the next few days. We plan to go shopping so Cassie can go and buy clothes. But what she doesn't know, is that I'll also be taking her 'Owned'. It's a well known sex shop, but only well known to dominants and masters because of it's... content. Not many 'spicy' people know about it.

"Cole?" Cassie taps me lightly, breaking me out of daydreaming about all the ways I wish to torture and worship her.

"Si, gattina?" I respond, kissing the top of her head.

I get out and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist. Grabbing another, I get Cassie out of the bath and begin drying her off.

"Are you a dom?" she suddenly inquires out of no-where, almost as though she was reading my mind.

"I am, principessa. Is that an issue for you?" I ask.

Cassie laughs lightly at my question and I give her a puzzled look.

"Mafia men are possessive of their women. That is a known fact. Dom's are possessive of their women. Also a known fact. But a mafia dom? I'm gonna be possessed for life." she states, humour in her tone at the last sentence.

"Yes. Yes you will be." I say in all seriousness.

Cassie realises this and noticeably freezes at my declaration.

"Wait, what?" she asks wide-eyed.

"You heard me gattina." After giving her a peck on the lips, I place her dirty towel in the wash basket and walk towards my closet.

I put on some grey joggers -no boxers- and grab a hoodie and boxers for Cassie. I go into the bedroom where I assume Cassie will be to find it empty. My eyebrows furrow at the lack of beauty in the room. I go back into the bathroom to find Cassie still standing there, wide-eyed.

"Gattina?"

No response.

"Principessa?" I ask again, getting slightly worried.

No response.

"Cassie?" I lightly cup her face, looking at her.

"W- What- What did you mean by that?" she asks, dumbstruck, confused, and curiosity swimming in her melodic voice.

"I meant, that- if you're okay with it- I want you to be mine. And mine alone." I explain to her.

She looks in to my eyes. Her doe-eyes search mine as if to see if I'm lying to her, only to find truth and honesty being reflected in them.

In the flash of a second, she wraps her arms around me and jumps, her legs clinging to my waist and around my torso. I'm only just able to grab a hold of her thighs to keep us both steady before she smashes her lips onto mine with such want and adoration.

I rest her back against the wall for stability and we make out. Passion fills the air with want and need, but also longing and possession. When we finally pull away, Cassie has a big smile on her face, stretching from ear to ear. I can feel a small smile on my own lips at her sudden outburst, not that anyone's complaining.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." she exclaims, pecking my cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips in between each word.

I chuckle lightly at her adorable behaviour.

"Good," I respond, "because I wouldn't have taken 'no' for an answer anyways." I say cockily.

Cassie playfully rolls her eyes and hits my just as playfully. I retaliate with a spank to her ass, as equally playful, to which she giggles. I walk us both to the bed and lay down, turning off the lights. Cassie readjusts herself to get comfortable and when she's finished she lightly pecks my neck.

"Good night, lupo." she says.

"Wolf?" I ask, confused at the nickname.

"Yup. Wolf. You fuck like an animal, and everyone sees you as a big bad wolf. But your my grande lupo cattivo. You're mio lupo." [big bad wolf.] [my wolf.] she elaborates.

A find myself wanting to smile and smirk at her reasoning for why I'm her wolf. Instead, I reply with:

"A kitten and a wolf. What a strange combo." I laugh lightly.

"Meh. If it works, it works." Cassie sighs.

"Good night, gattina."

"Good night, lupo."