Bound and shackled| Risotto ๐Ÿ‹

A/N: Part 2 of the Bound series

Maybe it was his nerves, or maybe it was the feeling of dread that he and his team were going in balls to the wall. Anything could go wrong, and it would be his fault if it did.

Sighing, he rubbed his face. Even after plotting and planning with his team, he was still nervous. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was going on 11. Getting up, he walked to your room,now was as good as any other to see just what this self-sacrificing stand could do.

"Hey, you need to wake up,"

He watched you swat at his hand, grumbling about it being too early for worship.

He shook you a bit harder this time and waited for you to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Dressed in a long nightgown that was sliding off your shoulder, you yawned.

"Hm? What time...is it?"

"Your stand"

That woke you up, and you kicked your legs over the bed.

"Oh...that"

"I'll allow you to pick,"

Well, it was more thoughtful than most kidnappers you'd been with.

"Um, May we do it in your room?" If he was going to make you uncomfortable, then he could handle you being in his private space!

"You know where my office is, come when you're ready." he left after that, with no hat and just some pants. You were left with a nervous twinge in your gut.

'I should go brush my teeth '

Getting up, you rubbed your face with warm water and brushed your teeth. You hoped he'd keep his promise, such a large man he was bound to be...

"Stop that. There's no point in being scared! You can do this. You're a brave woman! You have nothing to fear!" But you were still nervous.

But there was no sense in wallowing in fear. You could handle this!

Leaving your room, you waited outside his office door. You made a move to knock, but it was already slightly ajar. Taking the invitation, you closed the door behind you and moved to the other door, the one in the back.

"Ah...Capo?" You hoped he'd fallen asleep or better yet, you could lull him to sleep like the others.ย  However, you knew that this man in particular wouldn't let anything slide.

"Come here, close the door,"

Any plans of trying to put him to sleep immediately vanished. You didn't even know what his stand was, and the mere possibility filled you with dread. Closing the door, you stood with your back to it. There was a click, and the lamp came to life.

He was beautiful now that you got a nice look at him. Horrible burns, scars, stabs, and old stitches covered his body. It was odd seeing him without his hat, too.

"Sit."

You sat a foot away from him on his queen-sized bed.

"I don't want to hurt you but this needs to be done, I need to make sure that if anyone somehow gets their hands on you I won't have to deal with some super hyped-up enemy"

You nodded. It made sense to know everything about your ally's ability.

"I understand."

"We can go slow, but I need you to work with me."

It still surprised you how gentle he was. Willing to go slow and steadily for your comfort, it was nice having someone consider your feelings for once. He didn't treat you like a rare artifact. He treated you like a rare, stray dog. A tight leash but willing to loosen. It wasn't a relationship per se between two people, more like a pet and owner.

"Then... should we start?"

"Not a word of this to anyone."

"Understood..." Well, now what? Did you wait for him to make the first- Oh!

He was already moving, getting up he stood in front of you and then fell to his knees.

"Speak your mind..." he pushed your legs apart, putting them over his shoulder.

You gave a horrible shiver when you felt his tongue taste the inside of your thighs. Hot, warm, and foreign, you squirmed.

"Stay still for me...please," he asked. Watching your hands grip the sheets on the side of his head. He moved back down and pushed your nightgown up. Hands holding your thighs and nipping at the soft skin.

'She smells nice' it wasn't anything superficial like soaps or shampoo but the natural smell of an aroused woman. That in of itself was enough to bother him.

He pressed his tongue on the crotch of your underwear and dragged it upwards. He did it over and over until the crotch was a mess and sticking almost uncomfortably to your lips.

He looked up at you, eyes closed and panting slightly. It was rare to see you like this. Your composure is broken, unsure, and nervous. He liked you like this a lot. Maybe it was that sinister blood in him, the thought of taking the innocence of God's maiden. Or maybe he just liked the thought of having a woman underneath him, pleading for gentle touches and soft words. It was funny. Here, he was playing the role of a lover, a husband taking care of his blushing bride on their wedding night. It was almost laughable!

Deciding he had enough of soaking your panties with his mouth, he pushed the wet fabric to the side. The skin-on-skin contact had you whimpering above him.

"Ngmh!"

His body moved abruptly when your legs locked around his head.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" You immediately let to check on him, "You ok? I didn't hurt your face, did I?"

"If by 'hurt' you mean fall face first into a marshmallow, then yes." it was a shitty joke, but it made you laugh.

"Ha! Well, as long as you're Ok, " this was nice, a lot nicer than any other man you'd been forced with. He was gentle and took his time, and your body felt warm. He made you feel warm! But the feeling of his tongue.. .well, you tried not to trap his head between your legs. It was such an odd sensation, but you couldn't find yourself hating it.

He'd moved your underwearย  aside, completely leaving you completely exposed. Using his thumb he put a bit of pressure on your clit and rubbed small, gentle circles. It wasn't your fault your legs clamped down on him again! Really it wasn't! But he was teasing you and-

Something hard a smooth was pressed against your lips and you lost it. You didn't know what it was or what he was doing. The only thing you knew was that it felt good and you wanted him to do it more.

"Again...please again"

He pried your legs from around his head but inserted two thick fingers inside of you.

"Like it that much?" He licked his lip and a glint of silver showed. When did he have a tongue piercing-

You didn't even have a chance to wonder before he was back devouring you. This time with more confidence in knowing what you liked.

It felt like everything was burning and at one point you tried to escape his grasp if only to let the feeling engulf you a bit longer. You fell back onto his gray sheets. Back arched slightly with your hands now digging into his scalp as he sucked on your clit. And his fingers oh they were wonderful too! Teasing you in all the right ways, scissoring your pussy apart till your legs went limp and his face was covered in-

"I'm sorry, I m-made a mess" you looked at him through your fingers to see him lick away the rest of your excitement off his fingers.

"Messy woman" he grunted, going down to finish cleaning you for good.

Pulling away he shifted back up at full height, red eyes meeting your own. It was embarrassing how easily he undid you like this, like some whore.

"I need you to get on the bed"

Catching your breath you looked away from those ruby eyes. Glancing down you could see the effect you had on him. The bulge in his boxers made gave you butterflies, knowing that was the power you held over a dangerous man.

"Do you want me too..." you reached a hand out and touched his hip.

"I won't force you to do anything extra"

"But it's only fair"

"Life isn't fair"

"But It can be"

Neither of you said anything for a while.

"I want to make you feel nice...please? I'm not...not very good but"

He sighed, "Don't feel obligated"

"I don't! I think... I think you most I mean very handsome" if the situation were different, maybe you would have had the courage to ask him out. Despite that, he looked like his boxers were starting to hurt him. The bulge was intimating but you already made up your mind to make this as pleasant as possible!

"Do you?" He said it as if he didn't believe you.

"Yes, I think your silver hair is very pretty," pressing your hand to his chest, "And your eyes...a pretty ruby"

He wanted to scoff, a man like him being coddled in the gentle poetry of a woman he was using, he wasn't a fool. However, even the smartest man is a fool occasionally, as much as he wanted to still your tongue he couldn't get himself to stop you. He hadn't been bathed in such loving words in...well... there was no reason to try and remember now.

"Why do you treat me like this?"

"Like what?" You pet the skin just over his happy line, the silver hair tickling your fingertips.

"Like I'm made of glass" He had the most pain tolerance out of his entire group, could handle getting shot, and keep moving like it was nothing. Yet you, a woman who'd probably cry at a pulled hangnail, treated him as if he was made of the softest silk. Like he was God's blessing to this earth and worth more than a million sapphires!

"That's all I know" you weren't a killer, despite the occasional horrible thoughts you had about pushing someone off a roof. Setting their bedroom on fire and locking the door or smothering them with a pillow, you didn't have the guts to do it. Maybe one day if you were pushed far enough but today wasn't that day, "Can I?" You hooked a finger over the waist band.

"Do as you please"

With that, you tugged his boxers down and tried not to show your surprise. Swallowing down your nerves you squeeze your thighs together.

How on earth was this going to fit!?

You shifted to rest on your knees and tilted your head at an angle before pulling back. It was hard to find a good angle...how were you supposed to tackle this behemoth?!

"Give me your hand" you offered it up and he guided your palm to wrap around the base," now...now move it....like that" he tried to keep his voice flat, watching your reactions with mild amusement. It was like you'd never pleased a man before, that innocence of it all made a half smile grow across his lips, you really were-

"Fucking-" he hissed and grabbed the back of your head. He wasn't expecting you to suddenly suck on the head like that!

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"Do It again." wasn't enough, he needed you to do it again.

You took your time trying to find the best way to handle him. Holding him with both hands you pressed the smallest kiss to the head over and over again. Listening to the subtle sounds of his heavy breathing, you wanted to know what he liked. Would he enjoy it if you licked him? What if you hummed? Opening your mouth you tasted the warm skin and he dug his nails into his palm. It was taking everything in him not to grab the back of your head and ram his dick down your throat.

Pulling back you looked away, anywhere and every but the man you'd just willing pleasured for the very first time.

"How was that? Was that good?" You had to catch your breath and glanced up at him then back down. But now the tip was leaking along with an angry red tip that curved upwards.

"Yo- you," he composed himself, "You did good, it felt nice" he bit the inside of his cheek when he saw you smile up at him like that. You were so happy to have done something so lewd, a people pleaser till the day you died.

He wondered how he wanted to go about this, from the way you spoke it sounded like you'd already been in this position before so he laid you down and let you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Speak your mind" he didn't want this to hurt.

"Ok, you can go now" you couldn't meet his eyes, too busy watching the very thing that was resting between your lip prod at your cunt. You could feel him searching for the entrance for a moment. Then he found it pushing into it, "wah- wait" it was a bit much and to your joy, he stopped. You moved your hand down and tried to help, pushing your folds apart,"o-ok now go," you let out another shakey cry when he managed to get the tip inside, thrusting ever so gently for your sake, " is it in yet?" You didn't want to look, scared of what yet to come.

"...no, not yet" Risotto watched how fast your chest rose and fell. Letting out the smallest gasps when he pressed his thumb to your hood and dragged it upwards. He watched how you used both hands to cover your mouth when he pushed in deeper. 'She feels nice' he needed to get closer, 'why is she so scared of being loud?' He was pleasing her, right? So he of all people should be allowed to hear such pretty, airy sounds.

"Hah! Ha- how much...is it in all the way?" There couldn't be much more, right? You felt like you were stretched to the absolute limit, but God, it felt so good! You immediately clamped your hands over your mouth when he gave a sudden buck, hitting something deep inside you had your toes curling for more!

His breathing was heavier now, "I won't last if I keep going this slow."

You didn't even care anymore at this point and just tried to pull him in closer with your legs.

It was like lightning! So fast and quick you almost didn't know it had happened! He pushed as deep as he could into you, so much so that you swore he was touching your womb! He'd grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head by the wrists with one hand.

"Tell me, does this feel good?" He started move, the previous gentle motion a facade of the real power he held. Thrusting and bucking into you, hitting that spongy part that had you thrashing for me.

"Ye-yes" you almost bit your tongue trying to get the word out! Everything felt like it was fire!

He couldn't let anyone else have you, have her. You and those pretty whines and gasps and when you begged him oh so sweetly to fuck you. That you couldn't take it anymore and that you felt like your body was on fire!

Risotto smirked at how reactive you were, when he licked his thumb and placed it directly over your puffy clit and rubbed over and over again in sweet little circles. Or when he leaned down and nibbled on a bud all pebbled and hard.

He'd let you cum and watch with the smuggest look in his red eyes.

"Ple-AES! Do whatever you want!" You'd resorted back to your first language. Begging and pleading for him to hurry up and just do it already.

So he let you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck and kissing the healed skin.

Grabbing the underside of your legs he pushed your knees up and put you in a nice mating press!

It was almost cute how you got him fuck to you stupid like this. Gentleness long since forgotten he buried himself as deep as could to make you beg and cry for him, for that scalding release you craved and gave it to you. He'd give you whatever you wanted! So long as you and your body belonged to him and only him.

With a final grunt he held your face and made to keep direct eye contact while cumming into you.

There was such much that not even his dick could keep it all from escaping! But as long as he got to see that fucked stupid look on your face he was ok.

He was too sensitive to pull out so he stuck with fucking more cum back into you. With all that extra mess he could easily hear the wet slap of skin meeting skin. So for shits and giggles, he flicked your clit again with his thumb just to watch you shudder.

"Are you ok?" He asked, still moving inside of you.

"Y-yes...I'm sorry...I bit you" He looked down at his chest and what little of his clavicle and saw small little marks and bruises starting to form. He didn't care for them but he should probably see if any effects had started to take place. He could already see old scars start to heal and fade away. The tissue reforming into its original healthy shape.

He felt good! Better than he had in years! Aches, phantom pains gone!

Pulling out he snorted at the sight of your struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Good girl" but he wasn't satiated just yet, which was odd but then again if his theory was correct then if he were to just keep fucking you then he'd never get tired. If your stand kept rejuvenating him then he could just keep going and going until you pass out! But he wouldn't do that to you, he wasn't that kind of monster.

So for now he'd let you rest and clean you up.

He left, uncaring of his dick out and about as we grabbed a small towel to clean you with.

You twitched and whined when the cold towel cleaned you up.

"Stop fussing or I'll give you something to fuss about"

Annoyed he decided that you'd rested enough and grab you by the leg, yanking you out of bed and onto his lap. It had been less than two minutes and he already wanted you again.

He tried not to groan when he held you down. It didn't take any effort trying to get your body to take him. Holding your back to his chest, he slammed you down and huffed when you'd gone limp. Letting him use you like a toy.

He raises you off his shaft and then drop you back down, over and over again

"Haa! Ah! Nhm..." you moaned, tweaking your nipples and tugging on them, but it felt better when he did it.

Risotto tried not to let his urges get the better of him, but he tried to be a bit softer with you.

"Nero, a little bit faster? Please?"

He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed, "if you want to be able to walk, keep your damn mouth shut." Such a sweet and simple request nearly made him lose composure! He could barely keep himself together with you moaning and squirming like that.

"Please? Pretty please? J-just a bit faster? Just a- Hah! Smidgen?" You held your pointer and thumb a few centimeters apart.

To shut you up, Risotto pressed his two fingers into your mouth and growled when you started to suck on them, too. It was like no matter what he did, you always had a counter for it. How many times was it going to take for you to understand he was trying to be fucking nice and damn gentleman!?

He should have been more stern but he let you pull them out, a mistake on his end. Because the moment you pulled them out you moved them straight to your chest. Wet fingers petting taut nipples. He lost it.

Coming to an abrupt stop he unfolded you from your chair-like position and pulled out.

"Nooooo" you weren't even close yet! Where was he going?!

It was less than a minute before he rolled you over onto your tummy and lifted your hip up. He shoved your legs apart and pressed your head into the sheets. He wasn't gentle this time. In fact, he wanted it hurt! You were liar, acting like some sort of innocent maiden. You were nothing of the sort and watched as you clawed at the sheets and whailing into the pillows and sheets.

The headboard slammed into the wall but nothing was more hypotic than watching your back arch just so when he hit that nice spongy spot.

His eyes twitched when your body started gripping him and holding him closer.

"She really doesn't want me pulling out," fine, who was he to deny your body what she earned? Bucking into you a few more times he ended up cumming harder than expected. That's when he felt something running down his stomach and thight, which would have been normal had he pulled out. He was still buried balls deep in your cunt, "the fuck?" He touched his stomach and snorted.

'What a whore, Can't believe she ended up squirting...wonder if I can get her to do it again?'

Then he pulled out, ignoring that sharp gasp and the way your body collapsed onto his sheets.

"Damn" so not only did he have to clean this mess up he was still fucking hard! How was that even possible?! It had to have been you and that stand of yours, proving his theory Risotto once again cleaned you up.

Picking up and carrying you back to your room he laid you down and got ready to leave and clean up his sheets.

That's when your hand shot out and grabbed his fingers.

"What is it?"

A tug

"I have to clean my bed"

Another tug

"This means nothing you know"

"Hm"

He sighed, "Fine" climbing under the sheets with you he was surprised at how quick you were to snuggle up under him. Legs wrapped around his own, head and hands on his chest as well. It was like being married.

He tried not to let such a weak thought bother him to much and quickly fell asleep. He'd just have to wash his sheets in the morning.

By the time morning came around he confused as to where he was. This wasn't his room and he certainly didn't own a weighted blanket. Had a cat gotten in or-

Oh.

You'd crawled on top of him in the middle of the night. Sleeping on him like a cat and...drooling as well, gross but he couldn't find it in himself to actually hate it. This closeness...it felt good! Something he hadn't felt in ages. It was sad now that he thought about it, but when was the last time someone had hugged him?

He lingered on that thought longer than necessary.

If he asked, which he won't, you for a hug would you give him one? You seemed like the type to give good, long hugs. The kind of person to sway and pat his back and tell him,'Welcome home! I missed you!'

He couldn't deny that sounded nice, coming back from work with a home cooked meal. Had he not joined the mafia, he probably would have had a kid or two by now. It would be strange seeing mini versions of him running around.

"Fucking baby fever" that's what this was. This random urge for domestication and children. No he didn't want to see his infant son or daughter and no he didn't want to walk them in on their first day of pre-school. He was a deadly assassin who didn't need anyone, especially not a remixed version of him and you running around.

Risotto scoffed at his weakness. But he didn't mind seeing his cum drip out of you, that he liked. There was just something about watching you squeeze your legs to keep everything from leaking out that was so damn alluring. But he'd lazed around long enough for one morning.

You were a dangerous woman being able to lull him into a thick and comfy haze.

"Bella, you need to get up," he said, watching you squeeze your eyes in annoyance, "I need to get up so unless you want to be on the floor."

"Nhmmmmmmm!"

"Yes, I need to get up,"

"Nhm!"

"No, you can't sleep on top of me all day,"

"Hm?"

"I'll give you some money to get an extra blanket if you let me up." Why was he bargaining with his captive? That stand of yours was messing with his head.

Cracking an eye open, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Warm...oh my!" You sat up, straddling him, "I'm so sorry, I no mean - I mean, I didn't mean to sleep on you!" You noticed the wet spot on his chest, "I didn't drool on you, did I!? That's much embarrassing!" You fell back on your knees and yelped feeling something else down there.

Ah. How could you have forgotten? You never got dressed after last and-

"Don't" he warned. Last night he was barely able to stop himself from going another round. If you brushed up against him again, Risotto wouldn't even try to be gentle like last time.

He helped move you up and to the other side of the small bed, trying to ignore your breasts staring at him.

"I'll get you when I need you,"

"Ah... was last night...nice?"

He stopped and looked at you. Body hidden by thin sheets and nervous glances.

"Yes, It was nice, Did you enjoy it?" He didn't expect to see that small smile on your face.

"I did, I...I wouldn't mind doing it again, but..." You'd already lost your title as a sister, so did it even matter anymore? You wish you had a Bible. Maybe one of the nuns at the church could provide insight? You felt like a lost sheep.

"Look, get your wig and hood, we'll go out to eat" he shouldn't be doing this, it was stupid to try and let you out freely but he just...he didn't know what this was.

It couldn't have been love. No one fell that hard and fast in such a short time. It was probably your stand messing with him. That, along with his lack of intimacy it was no wonder he felt the way he did.

"Shower?"

"Yeah, be quick." he needed to collect his thoughts. Sitting at his desk, Risotto looked over all the bills and the list of hits that had been taken care of. This was easier, ticking off names with a pen and plotting everyone's next assassination. It's much easier than trying to weave out what he felt versus your influence.

"I'm done,ย  Thank you much." Steam followed you out, and he looked up from his paperwork. You were dressed to look like a boy, and it looked convincing!

"I'll be quick," Grabbing his casual street wear, Risotto stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Stripping he noticed how mindful you were of not leaving any puddles or using up the hot water, it was the small things that he enjoyed about you, "That damn stand of hers...I need to get it under control." he flexed his hands, all the torn ligaments and muscles had been healed.ย  He rolled his shoulder and wrists, even his ankle that he reattached with Metallica felt whole.

Having you here had done wonders for his body. But he liked yours more,ย  he it was pathetic of him to admit it but he loved your body. Soft curves and pretty skin made him weak.ย  Last night, you'd treated him so gently, so soft as if he were made of glass and despite how he tried to fight it. Risotto craved that gentle touch again, a human weakness, but he was no weak man. He wouldn't fall for the gentle touch of a woman. He couldn't.

But your body haunted him, sounds etched into his brain that stirred his body in all the right ways.

'How dare she do this to me?' He immediately turned off the warm water and drenched himself the cold water. Fighting his hormones to fucking stop and leave him alone. He wasn't going to rub one off at the thought of her like some teenager! He refused! Getting out of the shower He dried off and felt around for his pants.

It was sad, he couldn't even put his pants on because his dick refused to listen to him!

'Think about gross things, like pesci in a bikini...pesci in a bikini...ew' he wrinkled his nose up disgust but then he thought about you wearing some skimpy black swimsuit and fuck his boner was back!

Knock knock

"What?"

"Ok? Everything fine?"

He wanted to laugh, did you really think a man his size and his age had slipped and hit his head? That had to be the sweetest and most insulting thing anyone had ever told him. He was a grown ass man, he didn't need to be cuddled or swaddled. Risotto had over fifty hits under his belt and could kill a man with just his hands. No self respecting man would ever slip in the tub of all fucking places.

"Yes, let's go." Leaving, he could hear you trail behind him and climbed into the passenger side. Risotto decided to take you far,far far on the outskirts of town. He wanted this rare trip to clear his mind for the inevitable stome to come. He would need total and complete concentration, nothing could go wrong.

"Can stop there?" You pointed to a small cafe.

Pulling over he watched you zoom inside as he locked the car door.

Waiting inside for him, you zoned in on the cakes and cookies on the self.ย  They were decorated for a summer theme, tulip shaped cookies, and what have you.

Feeling his heat behind you as a nail tapped on the glass," cute!" You pointed to one you thought he might like. It was shaped like a bee.

While he was ordering , you were still looking at the couples themed treats. They were a lot cheaper than just getting a single item for each of you.

"This? Would be cheaper, also looks good" you tapped the glass.

"That's for couples,"

"Yes."

He looked at you, then sighed and paid for his coffee and the small strawberry crรชpes for couples.

Following him outside, he sat on the edge of the wall facing the ocean behind the shop. Climbing up, you scooted next to him as he sipped on his coffee.

"...it's ok to be scard," you said, kicking your feet.

"You've got a lot of nerves telling me that," he grunted.

You could understand why he needed this, to brace himself for whatever may come. Digging into the box, you handed him the sweet.

"I will do my best to help keep you safe."

"You're better off watching your own back. "
But despite everything, those words stuck in the back of his head.

"Well, I enjoy being here...with you...and everyone else."

"That's good, because you don't have a choice."

You belonged to his team, but more specifically, him.

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