One Shots

Sex with the Mafia

I was standing in the middle of the dance floor, completely immersed in the rhythm of my favorite song.

As the music ended, I suddenly felt a strong urge to take a bathroom break.

The club I was in had a connected restaurant area, which housed the restroom, and with the amount I had been drinking that night to escape the troubles back home, my bladder was particularly full.

I turned towards the club's exit, intending to make my way to the bathroom through the restaurant side. Once I entered the restroom and washed my hands, I bumped into a woman. Her face looked vaguely familiar, and I racked my brain, trying to recall where I had seen her before.

There was something intriguing about her, a sense of connection that I couldn't quite place. As I continued to search my memory, the pieces slowly fell into place.

"Sophia?" The woman eyed me curiously, trying to place my face.

I suddenly realized who it was.

"Angie, is it you?" I asked, genuinely surprised to see her here.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it is you!" Angie exclaimed with delight, and she pulled me into a warm, heartfelt hug. We quickly fell into a conversation, catching up on each other's lives and reminiscing about our shared memories.

Our moms were best friends while we were growing up, creating a strong bond between us.

However, life took an unexpected turn when her mother divorced and moved, taking Angie and her brother far away to another state.

In the beginning, we tried to stay in touch, but as time passed, life got busier, and our connection gradually faded away.

Eventually, we lost touch completely, leaving behind cherished memories of our childhood friendship.

In the crowded club, as I stood there facing the woman who was once my childhood companion, a wave of disbelief washed over me.

I couldn't believe my eyes - it was Angie!

After all these years of not seeing each other, we somehow recognized each other in that dimly lit room filled with strangers.

I realized that the true bonds of friendship are never truly broken, no matter how much time has passed.

"It's been a while, huh?" I said, smiling at Angie.

"Yes! What are you doing all the way here?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm just traveling around. I travel for work, so I'm taking the opportunity to visit different places and have a change of scenery," I explained.

"That's so cool! Listen, we should keep in touch and spend more time together while you're here!" Angie suggested enthusiastically.

"I would like that very much," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of rekindling our friendship.

Not wanting the night to end just yet, Angie invited me to join her at her table for dinner. My stomach was growling, and I welcomed the idea of having a meal to soak up the alcohol before heading back to my hotel. It seemed like the perfect way to extend our time together.

We made our way past the regular tables and found ourselves in a VIP enclosed area.

There were several people seated around the round table, and among them, I spotted a familiar face - Angie's brother.

He looked as handsome as ever, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia.

It had been years since we last saw each other, and the sight of him brought back memories from our childhood.

He was ten years older than me, but when we were younger, I had a secret crush on him.

I remembered how he always treated me kindly, and sometimes, I wondered if there was something more behind his actions.

However, as a child, it was hard to distinguish between genuine affection and sibling-like care.

Nonetheless, seeing him now, all grown up reignited those feelings I had buried deep inside.

As I gazed at him from across the table, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been if the circumstances were different.

Yet, I knew that those feelings belonged to the past, and I was here in the present, savoring the newfound connection with Angie and cherishing the unexpected reunion with her brother.

Life had a way of weaving together intricate stories, and I was content to savor the moments as they unfolded, reveling in the mysteries of fate and friendship.

"Nolan!" Angie called out, catching her brother's attention and directing it towards us.

As he turned and our eyes met, I couldn't help but notice a brief flicker of intensity in his gaze, almost as if he recognized me in a deeper way.

But then, his expression shifted, and he looked intrigued rather than familiar.

"Come here for a sec!" Angie beckoned, eager to introduce us properly.

I could sense a hint of anticipation in Angie's voice as she eagerly waited for Nolan to realize who I was. She explained, "We've missed you and your mom so much. Mother hasn't been the same since she lost touch with your mom."

"It's been the same for my mom," I replied, my heartwarming at the thought of reconnecting with our past.

Nolan finally rose from his seat at the end of the table and walked over to join us.

As he approached, I couldn't help but notice how striking he looked, and a mix of nostalgia and attraction flooded my senses.

Our reunion felt like a twist of fate, and I couldn't wait to catch up on the years we missed.

"And who is this beautiful lady?" Nolan's eyes wandered up and down, intrigued by my presence.

"She's Sophia. Remember Anne's daughter? Mom's friend?" Angie introduced me with a smile.

Once my name was mentioned, Nolan's hungry look faded, replaced by a warm smile. "Sophie? I can't believe it. You're all grown up!" he exclaimed, bringing a blush to my cheeks, as he was the only one who had ever called me Sophie.

He drew closer, and I felt his strong arms envelop me in a tight hug.

With a joyful lift, he spun us around, and I couldn't help but respond to his embrace with equal enthusiasm.

As he gently set me down, we stood there, gazing into each other's eyes.

I hadn't realized his hands were still wrapped around me until Angie playfully brought us back to reality.

"Angie, you shouldn't have brought her here," Nolan said, his tone tinged with concern.

"Weren't you guys done?" Angie asked, seemingly surprised by his reaction.

"Not yet," Nolan replied, his expression serious.

Before any of us could respond, a sudden presence made itself known. A woman hugged Nolan from behind, clearly annoyed, and looked at me, curious to know who I was.

"Baby, who is this?" she questioned, her possessiveness evident in her demeanor.

I felt a mix of awkwardness and discomfort in the air as the tension escalated.

Angie rolled her eyes playfully, and it brought back fond memories of our carefree days as children.

I couldn't help but grin, reflecting on the laughter and fun we shared together back then.

"She's like a little sister to us. We grew up together," Angie explained, emphasizing our long-standing bond.

Nolan nodded, but there was a hint of caution in his response. "Yeah, our sister," he said, his tone slightly guarded.

As the woman smiled at me, I could sense her annoyance softening. "Well, nice to meet you," she said, acknowledging my presence before turning her attention back to Nolan. "Baby, come back to the table for a sec. We need to finish up this deal."

I watched as they walked away, feeling a mix of emotions. There was something complex and unspoken between Nolan and the woman.

"I'll be there in a sec, okay?" Nolan said, gently disentangling himself from the woman's hands. She looked embarrassed and glared at him, but she didn't say a word as she turned around and returned to the table.

"You still haven't finished signing?" Angie raised her eyebrow at him, and he shook his head. "Well, hurry the heck up! The faster you finish, the sooner we can get out of here and have some quality time with Sophia."

As I stood there, witnessing the interaction between them, I could feel a sense of awkwardness in the air. It was evident that the woman's possessiveness had created tension, but Angie's light-hearted remark aimed at diffusing the situation.

"Fine. Can I talk with Sophie first?"

"Uh, well, go at it," Angie said, gesturing for us to talk.

"Alone." He said, gritting his teeth.

"Yeah." I was a bit confused by his request but walked with him. We stopped at a hallway where no one came into view.

"Sophia," he whispered, using my full name, which caught me off guard since he always called me Sophie. "I never thought I'd see you again," he said, his touch gentle as he ran his fingers through my hair, a worried look in his eyes.

"Nolan, are you okay?" I asked, concerned about his sudden change in behavior.

"I'm better than okay. Seeing you after all these years made me realize deep down I hoped I'd run into you again," he confessed, his voice tinged with emotion.

As we stood there, our gazes locked. The unexpected reunion brought us face to face with unresolved feelings from the past.

"You must think I'm such a pervert," Nolan said, his voice tinged with self-consciousness.

"Not at all. I used to have a huge crush on you when we were kids," I admitted, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.

"I know. I could tell," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity as he reached for my hands. "I wanted to bring you here because I need you."

My curiosity was piqued, and I couldn't help but wonder what he meant. "What for?" I asked, eager to understand his intentions.

Nolan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

"It's complicated," he began, searching for the right words.

"The woman you saw earlier, she's someone I've been involved with, but things have become complicated.

I've felt lost, and seeing you again reminded me of a simpler time, a time when we had a connection that was genuine and innocent.

" He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I need someone I can trust, someone who knows me for who I truly am, not just for what I represent in my current life.

" His vulnerability caught me off guard, and my heart swelled with compassion for him.

"I'm sealing a business deal for my company, and I need my partners to see how serious I am about settling down and having a woman with me," Nolan explained earnestly.

"Guaranteeing I will have offspring, as they call it.

But I don't want to do that with just any woman.

I vowed to myself and the dreams you sometimes haunt that if I ever found you, that you would be the one. "

His words took me by surprise, and I could feel the weight of his intentions.

"Nolan, as much as I'd like to do that, I can't," I said, trying to find the right words.

"I live far away, and I have to take care of my mom.

I travel some states and adventure, but I have to go back home.

" I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and I felt a pang of regret for not being able to meet his expectations.

"I understand," he said softly, his grip on my hands gentle. "I shouldn't have put you in such a difficult position."

"It's not your fault," I reassured him. "Life takes us in unexpected directions, and sometimes we have to make tough choices."

We stood there for a moment, silently acknowledging the complexity of the situation.

"Just stay with us until you have to go home. We can figure it out," Nolan pleaded, his tone desperate.

"But Nolan, I-" I started to say, feeling torn between my feelings for him and the practical realities of my life.

"We can fly Ann back here to stay with us for a while. I'd love to have her here. My mom will be here in a few days too. I'm supposed to get married," Nolan continued, trying to persuade me to stay.

"Married?" I felt a mix of shock, hurt, and anger rising within me. "What is wrong with you? You may be handsome, and yeah, for sure, I'd picture myself with you, but fuck you, Nolan. I'm not a side piece or a mistress or whatever that you can choose and dispose of. What the hell, man."

My emotions were overwhelming, and I couldn't believe the audacity of his request. It felt like he was playing with my feelings, using me to fill a role in his life without considering the consequences or the impact on my own emotions.

I needed someone who valued me for who I was and not just as a convenient solution to his own problems.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as his words hung heavily in the air. His sudden change of demeanor and the forceful grip on my arms sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't the Nolan I once knew, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"No, I won't be a part of your father's world or be trapped in a life I didn't choose."

"You think you know about my father?" His face looked daring, his grip tightening as he pressed me against the wall. "No? Are you sure about that?" he sneered. "I don't think I will give you a choice in the matter."

My heart sank at his words, and I knew I had to act quickly.

"Let me go, Nolan," I demanded firmly, trying to push him away. "This isn't who you are, and I won't let anyone dictate my life or force me into something I don't want. You need to sort out your life and your priorities," I said, my voice steady. "I'm leaving, and you won't see me again."

"No," he responded, his grip tightening, refusing to release me.

I continued to struggle, trying to break free from his hold, but his strength was overpowering, and I felt trapped.

"If you don't let go of me, I will scream," I warned, hoping he would realize the seriousness of the situation.

He looked at me, a twisted amusement dancing in his eyes as if my plea was merely a joke to him. His indifference sent chills down my spine, and I knew I had to find another way to escape his grasp.

"Well, go ahead, princess. Let's see if anyone in here dares to go against me. Which they won't, they don't know you, and you are an outsider." As his cruel words echoed in my ears, a mixture of fear and anger surged within me. I refused to let him intimidate me any further.

"I won't let you control me." Summoning every ounce of courage, I took a deep breath and let out a piercing scream, hoping someone nearby would hear and come to my aid.

But he only laughed, seemingly unfazed by my desperate attempt to get help. It was as if he enjoyed the power he held over me, relishing in my vulnerability.

"Sir, is everything ok here?" A man dressed in a black suit with shades came over.

"Everything is fine, Barry. Bring John and Dante and take the lady to my home."

The man nodded and came closer to grab me. My heart pounded in my chest as I desperately pleaded with the man in the black suit for help. But he seemed to be under the control of the man who had a tight grip on my life.

"Please, you don't understand. He's forcing me to do something against my will. This is kidnapping!" I cried out, hoping to appeal to the man's sense of humanity.

But he remained stoic, following the orders he had been given without question. "I'm sorry, miss, but I have my orders," he replied coldly, reaching for me.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm and looked at a syringe. Its dense liquid pushed inside my arm.

"What are you doing!"

"Ensured our future together."

"Angie!" It was the last thing I could scream before my vision blurred as darkness enveloped me, and I felt a sudden and overwhelming sense of helplessness.

I woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, and the realization of my predicament hit me like a ton of bricks. Panic surged through me as I attempted to sit up, only to discover that one of my hands was handcuffed to the bed.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, frustration and fear intertwining in my voice.

Just then, Nolan rushed into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair adding to his disheveled appearance.

As much as I tried to focus on my dire situation, my mind couldn't help but be distracted by his presence.

His fit physique momentarily diverted my thoughts, and I felt a mix of emotions, including anger and attraction.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, trying to suppress my vulnerability, even though I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

"You belong with me," he stated, his voice firm and resolute.

"You can't force me into a life I don't want," I retorted, my voice laced with defiance.

He walked closer and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.

He approached me, his towel barely clinging to his waist, and I instinctively scooted back on the bed, away from his imposing presence.

"Sophie, as much as you deny it, you want this. I know you can grow to love me. I promise to make you happy and take care of you and your mother in every way," Nolan persisted, his words laced with a disturbing sense of entitlement.

My heart raced with a mix of emotions, and I struggled to keep my composure. As much as I wanted to be repulsed by his words, I couldn't deny the unsettling attraction that seemed to twist and conflict within me. I wouldn't let him see my vulnerability, so I fought to stay strong.

"I don't care about your dirty money. Just please untie me and let me go. I won't say anything to anyone about what I know," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and desperation.

"I can't do that now," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty.

"Please, Nolan," I implored, feeling the weight of the situation closing in on me.

"Please what?"

I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. I started sobbing, freaking out that this man would keep me locked up here.

"Please what? Fuck you until you can't walk? Fuck you until you submit?"

"I won't submit to you," I said, my voice shaking but defiant.

In a second, he lowered himself and captured my mouth.

I bit his lower lip, but he grabbed my neck and jaw with enough force to open my mouth and lunge his tongue into the depths of my mouth.

Involuntary moans started to come out of me repeatedly as he got on top of me and started touching me everywhere while kissing me ferociously.

I could feel myself floating away in the bliss of his hands and lips caressing all of my body.

At that moment, he enveloped me in a sensation I had never experienced before, a world where pleasure overwhelmed all my senses.

My attempts to resist him faltered as my body responded involuntarily to his touch.

I felt lost in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between surrendering to the overwhelming desire and finding a way to regain control.

Every caress, every kiss, seemed to transport me to a realm where reason faded, and all that mattered was the intoxicating connection between us. Despite my inner struggle, I couldn't deny the intense pleasure that coursed through me.

Amidst the haze of sensations, a part of me longed to find an escape, to reclaim my sense of self. But as his hands explored my body, coaxing forth more moans, I found myself torn between resistance and desire.

In the throes of this passionate encounter, I questioned whether I truly wanted an exit from this ecstasy or if I should surrender completely to the sensations that consumed me. Reason battled with pleasure, and the lines blurred between control and surrender.

The intensity of the moment left me breathless, unsure of what my heart truly desired. It was a dance between temptation and restraint, a battle within myself as I grappled with the consequences of my choices.

Time seemed to stand still, and I was caught in a whirlpool of emotions, unable to find my footing. In this unfamiliar dimension of passion and longing, I struggled to distinguish my true desires from the waves of pleasure that swept over me.

"Wait. Please wait," I breathed, and he paused, looking up at me with a mix of anticipation and hope.

"Yes?" he inquired, eager for my response.

"If I were to consider your proposal... What exactly would I be getting myself into?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Endless pleasure, all the wealth and love you could ever want. You won't have to work again. Just play the role of my wife with everything the word entails," he explained, his words laced with the allure of a tempting offer.

"Nolan, I barely know you," I confessed, my heart torn between the potential promises and the risks involved.

His expression softened, and he reached out to hold my hand gently. "You know me more than you think, Sophie. We shared a connection long before we met again. Fate brought us back together. We're meant to be," he said, trying to persuade me with an air of certainty.

"I knew a version of you as kids, not this in front of me. At least give me a chance to get to know you better," I pleaded, trying to assert my need for understanding and connection.

"I am, starting with our clothes off," he retorted, his persistence unwavering.

As much as my insides clenched at the thought of us being intimate, I needed to focus on my safety and well-being.

"But-" I began to protest, but he interrupted me, his voice firm and seductive.

"Tell me you don't like what I do to you," he challenged, attempting to sway me with the allure of desire.

"I need to process this! You can't just take away my free will and force me into this," I asserted, trying to find my voice amidst the overwhelming sensations.

"Have you ever had a one-night stand?" he asked, abruptly shifting the conversation.

"What does that have to do with-" I started to respond, but he pressed on.

"Just answer the question," he urged.

"Well.. yeah.. but-" I hesitated.

"Then treat this as such. See where it leads. Let me guide you," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

The intensity of the moment made it hard to think clearly, and I found myself torn between unfamiliar desires and the need to maintain control over my choices.

"Untie. Me. Now," I demanded, mustering the strength to make my plea.

"You won't try to run?" he questioned, testing my resolve.

"Undo the cuffs, Nolan!" I insisted, my impatience evident in my tone.

"Say it!" he demanded, seeking reassurance.

"I won't!" I finally acquiesced, hoping that this decision wouldn't lead to regrets.

He got up and went out of the room. When he came back, he had the key to my freedom in his hands.

After he un-cuffed me, I tried to get off the bed, and he pushed me back down and got on top of me again, finishing off what he'd started.

I gave in because I wanted to. When I thought we were done, he pulled me in for another, then another, then another.

He took me from all angles and gave me the most pleasurable memories I ever had.

I let him do everything he wanted, and he had his way with me all night.

The next morning I woke up alone in his bed.

The whole room was trashed from our encounters.

The smell of sex engulfed my nostrils and the whole room.

I swiftly got up and hurriedly dressed myself, trying to steady my racing heart.

Panic surged through me as I grabbed my purse and phone, silently sneaking out of the room.

My mind was set on escape, but my hopes were dashed when I reached the front door, only to find it locked.

Frantic, I attempted to open the windows but they were sealed shut.

"Sophie!" I cursed under my breath, realizing he had discovered my escape attempt. His voice echoed throughout the house, and I knew there was no escaping his relentless pursuit. I quickly hid, but it wasn't long before he found me and pulled me back to his room.

"You said you wouldn't run," he chided, his tone tinged with both frustration and concern.

"Nolan, you can't just-" I started to protest, but he interrupted me.

"Give this a chance, Sophie. I'm not as bad as you think I am," he pleaded, attempting to sway me once more.

"I can't even begin to fathom or explain to you how fucked up this is. How fucked up you are,"

"That's not what you said last night between moans and your screams. As you clenched around me so many times so intense. It made me think you'd love it so much you'd forget about wanting to leave my side for a while."

Every word he spoke was true, but staying with him as he wanted me to was out of the question. He wasn't the Nolan I once knew. His association with the mafia raised more red flags, and the risks were far too great. I couldn't gamble with my life or my freedom.

"Nolan, last night might have been...something, but you can't possibly think you can keep me here against my will," I asserted, trying to maintain a semblance of control in this dangerous situation.

"I can, and I will, Sophie. I guarantee you that you won't be leaving," he responded with unwavering determination.

"Why?" I questioned, desperate for him to understand the gravity of his actions.

"Listen, you might not believe me, but the men who saw you last night need to believe you're mine. Angie and I could get into serious trouble if they see an outsider and recognize their faces," he explained, trying to justify his actions.

As much as I understood the predicament he was in, I couldn't let myself be held captive for the sake of appearances. The thought of being trapped in this dangerous world scared me more than anything else, and I knew I had to find a way to escape and protect myself.

"No, Nolan. I don't even know who those men were! You need to let me go," I pleaded, hoping he would see reason and release me from this nightmare.

"It doesn't matter. Either you take my deal, and let me and my men protect you, or they track you down thinking you ran, and you'll know something you shouldn't. It's up to you," Nolan said, presenting me with an ultimatum.

"Why would you guys do this to me?" I asked, struggling to comprehend why he was involving me in such dangerous matters.

"Angie thought the big bosses would have left by the time you both entered the VIP room.

She was careless and must've gotten over-excited to see you.

She doesn't know the extent of the dangers of our father's colleagues like you do, and I want to keep it that way," Nolan explained, his voice tinged with concern.

"This is too much," I said, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the situation.

"Sophie, please give us a try. I've loved you since you were a little girl. Let me prove to you that I can be a man worthy of you," he pleaded, revealing a vulnerable side to him that I hadn't seen before.

As much as I wanted to protect myself, I also longed for the opportunity to believe in the possibility of redemption and change. I knew the decision ahead of me was critical and would shape the course of my life.

"Nolan," I tried to object, but he interrupted me sternly.

"I won't take no for an answer," he asserted, determination etched on his face.

How could I dissuade him from this course of action? My mind raced for a solution.

"How about we make a deal?" I proposed.

"I'm listening," he replied, open to negotiation.

"I'll give it a shot. If I don't like it, you will let me leave, and you will make up a good excuse for everyone, so I'm left alone," I suggested, trying to find a compromise.

"Three months, and you have a deal," he countered, showing a hint of compromise.

"No way, a few weeks at best," I resisted, wanting to keep my options open.

"That doesn't give me much time to woo you, Sophie. Plus, let's face it, more time will make it harder for you to change your mind," he explained, appealing to my emotions.

A part of me knew that I wouldn't change my mind, but I decided to play along, keeping my true feelings hidden. "Fine," I agreed for the sake of finding a way out eventually.

"Then we agree. Right?" his excitement was evident.

"I'm not done yet," I continued, wanting to clarify the terms of our arrangement. "I will still work, and I will need an office set up. I won't be confined here against my will. I can go out as I please. My mother can come to visit and stay with us as many times as she wants to."

"You go out with the bodyguards," was his only objection. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if I could trust him. Would I ever be able to escape, especially after the night we had?

"Let's shake on it," I suggested.

"Oh, but my dear Sophie, I have a better way of sealing deals like this one," I knew exactly what he meant with his dark, lustful tone making it hard for me to resist. Memories of last night flooded my mind, and I couldn't ignore the undeniable sexual attraction between us.

Thoughts of how he talked in my ear, the way he touched me.

Everything tempted me to give in to desire.

However, this time I would take the lead and do him senseless.