I need the money

Gina sat in the dimly lit restaurant, fidgeting nervously with the cloth napkin on her lap. She knew she shouldn't be here, that getting mixed up with the mafia could only end in trouble.

But she had needed the money, and the offer had been too good to refuse. All she had to do was provide some...company to a high-ranking member of the Italian mafia. It was just one night, she told herself. Surely she could handle that.

The waiter approached, bowing slightly as he spoke. "Signora, your date has arrived."

Gina's heart started to race as she turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered man approaching her table. He was dressed impeccably in an Armani suit, his dark hair slicked back from his handsome face.

But it was his eyes that caught her attention - cold and calculating, like a shark sizing up its prey. This was no ordinary man. This was Marco Rizzi, the most feared hitman in the Italian mafia.

"Buonasera," he purred, his deep voice sending shivers down Gina's spine. "You must be my lovely escort for the evening."

He sat down across from her, his intense gaze never leaving her face. Gina felt her cheeks heat under his scrutiny, suddenly very aware of how her tight red dress clung to her curves.

"Yes, I'm Gina," she managed to stammer out, cursing herself for her nervousness. She was supposed to be a confident, seductive companion, not a blushing virgin.

Marco smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "Gina," he repeated, rolling her name around on his tongue like a fine wine. "Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl."

He signaled to the waiter, ordering a bottle of expensive champagne without even glancing at the menu. When it arrived, he poured them both a glass and raised his in a toast.

"To new beginnings," he said smoothly, his eyes glittering with promise. "And to breaking in my new pet."

Gina felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her at his words. This man was dangerous, she could feel it in her bones. But there was something about him that drew her in despite herself.

They made small talk over dinner, Marco asking about her life and aspirations. But Gina could tell he wasn't truly interested - his questions were merely a means to an end, a way to lull her into a false sense of security.

When the meal was over, he took her hand and led her out of the restaurant, guiding her to a sleek black limousine waiting at the curb. Inside, he poured them each another drink and sat back, his arm draped casually over the back of the seat.

"Tell me, Gina," he said softly, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. "Have you ever been dominated before? Really put in your place by a man?"

Gina swallowed hard, feeling her pussy clench at the mere thought. "No," she admitted quietly. "I've never... I mean, I don't have much experience with that sort of thing."

Marco chuckled darkly. "That's okay, baby girl. I'll teach you everything you need to know."

The limo pulled up in front of a lavish mansion on the outskirts of the city. Marco led Gina inside, past marble floors and crystal chandeliers, until they reached a set of ornate double doors.

He unlocked them and gestured for her to enter. "After you," he said smoothly.

Gina stepped inside, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The room was unlike anything she had ever seen - all black leather and steel, with various sex toys and bondage equipment adorning the walls.

In the center of the room was a large wooden cross, straps dangling from each corner. Marco closed the doors behind them with a soft click.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice taking on a harder edge. "I want to see what I'm working with."

Gina hesitated only a moment before reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress. She let it fall to the floor in a pool of red satin, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties.

Marco's eyes raked over her body hungrily, taking in every curve and dip. "Bra and panties too," he growled. "I want you completely bare for me."

Gina removed the last of her clothes quickly, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. She stood there trembling, acutely aware of her nakedness in front of this powerful man.

"Now kneel," Marco ordered, pointing to a spot directly in front of him. "Hands behind your back."

Gina sank to her knees on the plush carpet, feeling the cool air caress her heated skin. She did as he asked, clasping her hands behind her back in submission.

"Good girl," Marco purred, walking around her slowly. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her long dark hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.

Gina whimpered at the sharp tug, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. But even through the pain, she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second.

"That's right," Marco breathed against her ear. "You like this, don't you? Being used like my personal fucktoy."

He shoved her roughly to the floor on her hands and knees, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on her skin. Gina cried out, but didn't dare move from the position he had placed her in.

Marco walked around to stand in front of her, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. He pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his large, thick cock.

It was already hard and throbbing, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum. Gina licked her lips unconsciously, feeling her mouth water at the sight.

"Suck it," Marco commanded, fisting his shaft and slapping it against her cheek. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

Gina opened obediently, taking him into her mouth inch by inch. She swirled her tongue around the head before starting to bob up and down, hollowing her cheeks to create suction.

Marco groaned above her, his hand tightening in her hair as he started to fuck her face roughly. "Fuck yeah, just like that. Take my cock like a good little cocksucker."

He pulled out abruptly, leaving Gina gasping for air. Her lips were swollen and shiny with saliva, drops of spit connecting them to his slick shaft.

"On the cross," he growled, pointing to the wooden structure in the center of the room. "Spread your arms and legs."

Gina scrambled to obey, letting Marco strap her down tightly with the leather cuffs attached to each corner. He left her facing the wall, completely vulnerable and exposed.

She could hear him moving around behind her, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. When he returned, he was holding a riding crop and a ball gag.

"No screaming," he warned as he fitted the gag between her teeth, buckling it securely behind her head. "No one can hear you anyway."

Gina tested the gag with a muffled whimper, feeling more helpless than ever. Marco brought the crop down sharply on her ass, leaving a thin red line across one cheek.

He did it again and again, alternating between her ass and thighs until Gina's whole lower half was pink and stinging. Each blow sent shocks of pain radiating through her body, but also stirred something dark and forbidden deep inside her.

Marco dropped the crop and moved to stand directly behind her, rubbing his cock teasingly between her wet folds. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said huskily. "Fuck this tight little cunt until you're screaming around this gag."

With that, he thrust into her hard and deep, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Gina let out a strangled scream, the gag muffling the sound.

Marco set a brutal pace, pounding into her harder and faster with each stroke. His hips slammed against her sore ass cheeks, sparks of pain and pleasure mingling as he used her like a cheap fucktoy.

He reached around to rub her clit roughly, pinching and twisting the sensitive bud until Gina was writhing against her restraints. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher towards orgasm, her pussy clenching around Marco's pistoning cock.

Just as she was about to come, Marco pulled out completely, denying her the release she so desperately craved. Gina whimpered pathetically around the gag, trying to hump back against him to get him to finish what he started.

"Beg for it," Marco growled, running the head of his cock teasingly around her entrance. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock like a good little whore."

Gina didn't hesitate. She needed this too badly to care about pride or dignity. "P-please," she tried to say through the gag, the words coming out garbled and unintelligible.

Marco smirked and shoved back inside her roughly, fucking her with renewed vigor. His free hand came down on her ass again and again as he ravaged her hole, the pain and pleasure blurring together into something new and addictive.

"Fucking take it!" he snarled above her. "Take my cock and cum for me like the desperate slut you are!"

With a muffled scream, Gina came hard, her pussy spasming violently around Marco's pistoning shaft. Her orgasm seemed to trigger his own, his cock jerking inside her as he flooded her with his hot seed.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both shaking with the force of their releases. When Marco finally pulled out, their combined fluids gushed out of Gina's well-used cunt.

He unstrapped her from the cross carefully, massaging her wrists and ankles where the cuffs had dug into her skin. He led her over to a plush bed in the corner of the room and laid her down gently.

"Rest now," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear almost tenderly. "We'll play more later."

Gina nodded wearily, feeling totally spent and satiated. She knew this was only the beginning - that there would be many more nights like this, many more sessions of debauchery and depravity.

But for now, all she wanted was to sleep off the pain and shame of being used so thoroughly. She closed her eyes and let the darkness take her under.

Little did she know that this was only the beginning of their twisted relationship - one that would see Gina stripped of everything she held dear until all that remained was a broken shell of a woman, yearning only to be filled and used again and again by Marco Rizzi's merciless cock.