Page 90 of Mob Star

“This shouldn’t pull your shoulders too much. But if it does?—”

“I know, Daddy.” She twists and gives me a peck on the lips.

The temptation to hold her in place for a proper kiss is one I give into. I let go of the leash and wrap my hand around her throat above the cuff. I hold her in place as I devour her mouth.

“You are mine to do whatever I want with. I’ll take what’s mine whenever I want.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her response is more like a sigh.

I steer her onto the chair, drawing her arms behind her back. I wasn’t sure, but the bar is at just the right height. Her hands slip beneath it, so she won’t have them trapped between her and the chair back. I cuff her, then walk around to look at her from the front.

“Spread your legs wide.”

I pull her hips forward and tip them, so her cunt is open to me. I take the Ben Wa balls from their case and warm them between my hands. I slide them into her, rolling them and stroking her g spot with my finger. She wants to squirm, but she controls herself. That is until I rub her clit with my thumb. Her head falls back with a moan.

“Daddy.”

“Needy little pussy.”

I pinch her nipple, then pull my fingers from her cunt. I pick up the whip I’d laid on the table while I cuffed her. I step to her right, and she turns her head to watch me.

“Eyes straight ahead.”

I decide to stand behind her now that she’s seen what it looks like when I’m beside her. I bring the lash down over her shoulder to her left breast. That one is more like a swish. The next is a real lash. I alternate sides and force ten times. I trail the whip down her belly to her pussy. I’m not gentle with this one, and she screams. I wait, but she says nothing. I do it again. This time it’s a whimper. A third elicits a moan, so do the next seven. I put the whip on the table and walk away. I go to my office and sit at my desk, but I do nothing more. I can’t think about anything besides Thea, and I don’t want to. I stare at my watch until five minutes have passed.

I go back to the dining room, studying her expression. I watch her gaze dart to me once before looking straight ahead again. With no warning, I slap her right nipple. She jerks, and the skin darkens immediately. I do it twice more before I pinch hard enough for her hips to jerk off the chair. I stop immediately. I walk to the kitchen and fill a water bottle for her.

“Tell me when you need a break.” I issue it as a command.

I put the bottle next to her and head to the bedroom. Fuck. I need to come. It tempts me to jerk myself off, but I don’t want to do that alone. Thea can’t get off, so I’ll deny myself an orgasm just like I’m denying her. I could see her pussy dripping.

I’ll always sleep closer to the door in any room we share. I will always be the first target, and I’ll always be her shield. I pull the bedside table drawer open where I have a gun. There’s always the risk someone could find the weapons I have scattered around my place and use them against me. But I know there’s far greater risk that I wouldn’t get one out of a safe fast enough. I’ll have to reevaluate that if we have a family. I put the things not in use away in the drawer. Always in easy reach when we want them.

I snag the bustier before heading back to Thea. My eyes skim over her with more expertise than I will ever admit to her. I look for any signs of strain or unwanted pain. When I’ve cuffed men at the station, it’s always been to exert pain. That’s the last thing I want now. Mild discomfort, yes. That reminds her she has no control. But I don’t want to harm her.

I use the key and unlock her cuffs long enough for her to stand. I rub her shoulders and run my hands up and down her arms. I offer the water bottle, and she takes a quick drink. Then I cuff just her wrists together. With a light tug on her leash, I bring her closer to the table.

“Lean over the table and bend your arms.”

She obeys immediately. I bring the lash down in a figure eight over and over. I don’t bother counting this time while I keep it light. I do count when I increase the force. I give her twenty, watching her dance from foot to foot. But she pushes her arse toward me every time I slow. I pause at fifteen, and she shakes her arse. It tempts me to deny her. But I don’t want to deny either of us. I was still dressed when we walked over here. I toe off my shoes and drop my pants and boxer briefs. I’m certain I look ridiculous with a suit coat, button down, tie, and black socks on. Good thing no one— including Thea —can see me.

I put the whip back on the table and tap my cock against her arse, alternating hands while I get my jacket, tie, and shirt off. I will never wear just socks to fuck her. I tossed my suit coat on the chair where she sat, but I leave everything else where they fell. I help her up and release the cuffs again. I rub her shoulders and arms.

“Move them around.” I don’t want her getting stiff.

I’m stiff as a fucking plank, but that’s entirely different. I cuff her again with her hands in front of her. I nudge her legs apart, knowing it’s a challenge to keep the balls inside her while standing. I thrust two, then three fingers into her, stroking her and making the balls move around them. I don’t stop her when she brings her hands up to my shoulder to brace herself. When I rub her clit, she rests her forehead on her hands. Her hips sway until I’m certain she’s a second away from coming. I pull back, bringing the Ben Wa balls with me.

When I filled her water bottle, I also grabbed a piece of paper towel. I wrap the balls in that and put them on top of the lashes. She’s trembling with need as I move around her. I pull her close to me. My hand on her arse, but not squeezing. I keep the pressure light. My kiss is tender. This is to soothe, not to frustrate. She tries to reach for my cock, but I press her hands away as we continue to kiss. Words I want to say but am too chicken shit to say are on the tip of my tongue. I won’t back her into the corner and make her feel obligated to say something she doesn’t feel. And I sure as fuck don’t want to share how I feel and hear nothing in response. Or worse, some platitude.

“Come with me, cailín.” I lead her to the sofa.

I fasten the lingerie around her ribs and admire the view. It pushes her tits up. Such temptation. I’ll titty fuck her in this thing one of these days. I grab the TV and fireplace remotes from the basket they sit in. I turn on the fireplace even though it’s late spring. It’s cheery. We sit as I turn on the TV. I scroll the guide until I find something I think she’d like. I’m not a fan of crime thrillers since some scenes are a little too close to reality for me. But I remember something she said in passing.

“Have you seen this before?”

“No.” She’s watching me in confusion.

“Curl up next to me.”

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