Maybe ... something rougher?

I manage to hold back right on the edge of my orgasm, breathing deeply to control myself until she stops shuddering and looks up at me in confusion.

“Is this what you had in mind, Angel.” I pant hoarsely as I lift myself off her chest so she can breath.

“It was good, Mr. P...” I sense the hesitation in her tone and pull out just a little bit so only the head of my throbbing member is still encased within her. “I wasn't expecting the whole God-father thing, it was a little I don't know...” she hesitates again looking for the right word “A little ... creepy to be with someone that close?”

With a laugh I pull out of her and roll over on the bed. “I can understand that, what were you thinking I'd be like?”

“Well, meaner maybe?” She rolls onto her side and she traces my jawline gently with a finger. “I know that under this grim exterior there's a man with a heart of gold. I don't know if you could even be the kind of man like I was thinking.” All this talk has softened my erection to the point that it is barely firm, but I have bigger concerns at the moment.

“You want me to be a vicious bastard?” I ask shaking my head doubtfully.

“Well, I guess.” She pulls herself up against the bed frame, “I think the problem is that as my Uncle Pat you cared about me, so you were too nice. I like the part about you watching me grow from an awkward teenager to a shy young woman. It's kinda of hot to think that there's some man out there obsessing about you. But could we try it where we never met and I don't know who you are?” She smiles shyly and her eyes start to sparkle. “Maybe I don't even know my Dad works for the mob.”

“So when my men bring you here, you have no idea why you've been taken?”

“That's right ... and Mr. P, because of that I'll fight you.” She hesitates again before taking a deep breath and plunging on in one long sentence. “You can be rough with me; I'll struggle and threaten and cry, but I want you to take me without any mercy at all, OK?”

“I don't know, Angel.”

“Please, Mr. P?” Her big eyes meet mine blinking softly as she pleads “Just this one time?”

“Maybe we should have a safe-word, you know if you say 'oranges' I know I've gone too far.”

“Oh please, Mr. P,” She gives me that look that blends disappointment with sympathy, “I'm not worried about you hurting me. I'm worried that you'll be too gentle.” With that she slides off the bed and takes a white nightgown from her dresser. When the gown slips over her head I feel my cock start to stiffen. If anything she is sexier in the nightgown than she was naked.

“OK, Mr. P, here's the recap.” She pauses long enough to think over her words and then goes on. “I'm Gabriella Luccise, the sheltered nineteen year-old daughter of one of your crime syndicate's accountants. Ever since you saw my sweet-sixteen picture on my father's desk you've wanted me, but it is not until you discover that my father has been embezzling money from the business that you can take what you want.” She raises her eyebrows questioningly and I nod slowly, wondering what the fuck I've gotten myself into.

“Your men, Sir, snatch me from my college dorm room wearing nothing but this virginal nightie and deposit me here in this bed room for you to do with as you please. I've been waiting for several hours now, too scared to go to sleep, but with no idea why I have been taken.” Again I nod, this time climbing from the bed and slipping back on my suit pants and white t-shirt. With the suspenders pulled up over the undershirt I do look a little like a caricature of an underworld crime boss from a Dick Tracy comic. Alison turns to see me as if for the very first time and her eyes widen in alarm.

“What are you doing in here?” Her acting is maybe a little over the top, but she looks so damn hot in that nightie of hers that I'm not going to complain. “Stay away from me, I'll scream!”

“Shut up, cunt.” I growl, a little surprised at how easy it is for me to assume this role, “Actually go ahead and scream if you like, there's no one here to rescue you and it might make this even better.”

“What do you want?” She backs away nervously, “My father has money, he can pay.” By now she is cornered between the bed and her nightstand and she has no where left to retreat.

“The only money your father has he's embezzled from me, ” I snap angrily, closing the distance between us in two big steps. Her squeak of fear is accompanied by the swing of the lamp that catches me by surprise. She wasn't kidding about not giving in without a fight. Luckily I am hit with the shade of the lamp and although it scratches my cheek just below the eye it does no real damage and I am able to grab her as she tries to slip past me. It is not hard to pull the lamp out of her hands and grab her by her throat pushing her up against the wall. My thigh presses hard against her legs forcing its way between them as I pin her roughly against the wall. Alison's face is flushed with excitement, so far so good.

“Do you know how much money that sniveling prick took from me?” I ask as my fingers tighten even more under her jawbone. The tiny shake of her head is all the response she can give but it is enough for now. “$1.4 million over the past three years.”

“So you're keeping a prisoner until my father returns the money?” I notice that in her roleplay Gabriella doesn't even pretend to defend her father.__

“No, that money is as good as gone.” I release my grip a little now that she is no longer struggling.

“Then what do you want from me?” The innocence of the question makes me smile but instead of explaining with words I press my groin against her belly letting her feel the length of my hard shaft through the layers of clothing. I was anticipating her response but even so, two of Alison's small fists landed on my face before I captured her wrists in mine and lifted them over her head.

“I figure I've bought myself the most expensive whore in history.” I whisper in her ear as smell the floral scent of her shampoo.

“No!” Her protest at best half-hearted, “You can't - I'm a virgin!”

“Then I guess you are going to have a lot to learn.”