Page 71 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I push myself off the bed, savoring the sight of her laid out before me, inviting and expectant.

My fingers find the leather cuffs. With deliberate care, I secure each of her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, watching her chest rise with a quiet, controlled breath. She remains silent, anticipation thick between us.

I reach for the bag and take out a ball gag, a paddle, and a vibrator. I lay them neatly, side by side on the sheets. Then I get onto the bed, settling myself in between her legs once again.

Grabbing the ball gag, I grip her jaw and hover the leather over her mouth. “Open.”

Her breathing grows uneven, her lips parting slowly. As she does, I slide the smooth black ball between her lips and secure it behind her head.

My chest swells with pride as I take in the bound young woman before me, my perfect hostage.

My hands trail down her stomach to her dripping core, lightly brushing the sensitive fold. Her muffled whimpers and the sight of her helplessness send a surge of heat through me.

“You’re so damn wet,” I growl, slipping a finger inside her. Her hips buckle as she tries to grind against my finger but the restraints hold her in place.

“Stay still, or you’ll regret it,” I warn, wiggling the tip of my finger in her pussy.

She stills for a minute but starts moving again despite my command. My eyes narrow as my patience snaps, and I grab the paddle.

“I told you to stay still,” I growl against her navel.

With my free hand, I press down on her pelvis, applying gentle pressure before bringing the wood down to her vulva. I aim for a stinging impact, not enough to cause real harm, but just enoughto elicit a sharp jolt of pain that travels her body. The sharp crack echoes through the room, and she cries out behind the gag.

“Good girl, you like when I spank you,” I murmur, striking her again. Her body tenses with each hit, her skin reddening. Her moans are a blend of pain and pleasure, her pussy clenching as she writhes beneath me.

“Hmmmmm…” Her muffled moans only make my desire burn hotter. Her body jolts with each strike, her loud groans dying down. With one last smack to her right thigh, her body quakes briefly, and I watch as her arousal pools on the sheets beneath her.

Setting the paddle aside, I bring my fingers together and slap her perfect ass, hard. She squirms, her moan breaking free, louder this time.

I retract my hand and take up the light blue vibrator next. Crawling back into bed, I ease myself in between her legs.

Her smooth, clean-shaven pussy, exposed and irresistibly inviting, makes my mind spin. I breathe slowly, steadying myself with both hands on either side of her body, sinking into the mattress.

Leaning forward, my tip brushes against her already wet entrance as I press a kiss to her lips. Her body trembles beneath my touch, so responsive, so eager.

I loosen my hold on her hips, slowly savoring her luxuriously tender skin under my fingers.

I hear her moan behind the ball in her mouth. She arches her back, and pushes her hips forward, slowly moving her waist and tugging against the binds in an attempt to grind against me.

I smile against her skin, resisting the urge to just give her what she wants. “I want to feel my dick inside of you again, but not yet," I murmur, against her neck, in a low, husky tone.

She groans, pushing back into the bed and adjusting slightly so my tip wedges inside her slick pussy.

Fuck!

I shut my eyes involuntarily, reveling in the feel of her warm sex as her hips start thrusting forward desperately. Before she can get too far, I pull out of her.

“Umph!” Her disappointed whimper sends a shiver through me, but I’m in control here.

My hand trails up her body, cupping one of her breasts, the soft weight filling my palm. Without warning, I give it a firm slap, eliciting a low gasp from her.

“Patience, baby girl,” I reprimand sharply.

Her nipple, already hardened, reacts instantly to my touch. I lower my head, teeth grazing over her left nipple before sinkingdown with a bite. She lets out a sharp gasp as I tug roughly with my teeth.

“Hmmmm…” A throaty moan escapes through the gag, a sweet sound that washes over me. My tongue flicks over her right nipple next, as my palm rubs against her clit vigorously until she’s a quivering mess.

She arches her back in that way that tells me she’s already close. But we’re just getting started, I think proudly. I need her to beg for her release.

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