The Mafia's Request: His Babydoll

Scarlett’s POV

Another day to fulfill my duties as a good girlfriend, a very prompt and hardworking baker and a very good girl. Ooh the frustration of pretending to be who you are not!!!!!

I love Mike and he knows it but I had to make sure my desires are met. I am not the type of girl to lay down and have a man be on me like an old hag. "Missionary style" was for grandparents, but it seemed to be Mike's favorite position in bed. I love to explore, I want to know your weakness a s use it to make you moan. I like to hit your G spot, moan my name loudly and make you cum all over me but that was just in my dreams.

I have struggled to keep up the appearance of being a good girl. I was lonely inside and I sought ways to make Mike understand but it was useless . Even on his best days, Mike would simply "spoon" with me and after a few thrust he would cum, then roll off me like a log of wood. I tried to spice things up but he said I was extra.

I had even begged him to fuck me with my dildo just to get that satisfaction I craved but Mike refused, saying he is enough for me.

I swallowed my frustration and secretly became addicted to porn. When I was alone or stayed back late at the bakery, I would lock myself and stream my best porn while I finger fuck myself and using my vibrator to unleash my inner desires.

Once my pussy was dripping and I could feel the pressure building up inside of me, I used my large size dildo to finish up the job. I would moan and roll my eyes inwardly as I climaxed. This was my guilty pleasure but I couldn't help it.

It was early in the morning and the rain was pouring down heavily. I needed to deliver the ten batches of baked rainbow cookies Mr Hart ordered for his daughter's birthday but I was stuck.

I could not drive under the rain and Mike was already at work.

I placed a call to Mr. Hart, told him about the little delay and he said I shouldn't worry he would come get it himself.

I was shocked but glad at the same time, I did not like to disappoint my clients.

I went back to my bed to binge watch my favorite show on Netflix and sip a hot cup of coffee to keep myself warm.

A while later, I heard a knock on the door, I quickly got up to answer. I looked through the security spot and it was Mr. Hart.

I opened the door and ushered him in.

Am very sorry for the inconvenience sir, the weather is not smiling on me today.

I headed straight to the kitchen to get his order, as I returned back into the sitting room, he had already taken off his shirt, it was soaked and he needed to dry it.

I dropped the order and offered to help him, I brought out a dry towel and mopped his body. As my hands slid through his chest, I imagined myself sucking his nipples and moaning in his ear.

My hands traveled down to his waist, I dried the water on his back and I let out a moan.

He looked at me surprised, everyone knew I was a simple girl and expected me to be very modest.

I offered to give him dry sweatpants and a T-shirt so he would not feel cold. He accepted and I went back into my room to grab some of Mike's clothes he left over at my place. I handed the clothes to Mr. Hart.

I turned around to give him the privacy he required but my eyes would not hold still.

I turned around and my eyes caught his dick. It was moderate probably from the cold or the fact that he was not into me or so I thought. Until our eyes locked and I saw desire in his eyes, I moved closer and touched his dick, like a lightning bolt struck him, he erected and before my reasonings could stop Me from doing something stupid, our lips were already joined together. I kissed him with the urge inside of me and he reciprocated back.

He probably had issues of his own because the way he ravaged my pussy as soon as I pushed him to the chair and straddled him was questionable.

No words were said, only loud moans and groanings filled my sitting room. He pulled away From me and spanked my ass.

Ooh you naughty girl, I never tagged you for the one night stand type.

His words made no sense to me as I arched myself in front of him and he rammed into my pussy one more time. He thrust in harder and faster this time, reaching for that satisfaction that Mike never gave me. I was going crazy, pressure building up and I could feel my climax coming forth before we heard a loud ringtone of Nelly's song "Am coming home" playing from his phone.

He quickly pushed me away and headed towards his phone on the table.

Hello honey, I am on my way. I stopped to get gas.

He blew a kiss into the phone and hung up on the call.

He reached for his clothes on the floor and wore them, it was not so wet anymore.

He carried the box of cookies, thanked me and headed out.

I was speechless but halfway satisfied.

The rain has reduced, it was only drizzling now and I laid on my bed wondering if I could ever get climax without the help of my dildo?

Whatever it is that Mr. Hart was passing through is not a good deal for a married man, he was either sex starved or a promiscuous husband. I could care less, I loved how he was spontaneous and hit me hard until we were abruptly cut short.

At some point I felt guilty but a girl's gotta do what would make her happy even if it meant cheating a tiny bit..

I sat back on my bed and dozed off, tomorrow would be a better day. I told myself, my order from the palace was top priority. Secondly, I had to find a way to end my relationship with Mike.

Mr Hart has shown me that there is more out there and am definitely going to get it.