Page 26 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You locked the door.”

“It’s locked from the outside only so we don’t get disturbed. You can leave any time.”

She doesn’t move.

“This is your call. Your decision,” I say. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

Heaven looks at me, breasts rising and falling rapidly. And then she raises one hand up the wall, feeling for the ring. She grips it.

I stay where I am, and she does the same with the other. It makes my cock rock fucking hard. The sight of her, what she’s doing, is utter perfection.

“I’m only doing this because I’m curious,” she says, a hint of savagery in her voice, like she’s the one in control.

She’s my puppet. But one with fire.

“You only get what I choose to give.”

I wrap and tie one wrist to the ring, and then repeat on the other side. I take my time testing them. Then I stand back once more. “Sweetheart, you’ve already given me everything.”

Sliding my fingers lightly down her breasts, I tease her nipples, pulling the dress a little lower so it rests beneath her tits, as if they’re on offer. And then I skim lower, over her ribs, her hip, and to the heated juncture between those still-parted thighs.

She jumps like I shot an electric current though her. I move my hand to the side and pull the skirt of her dress up, exposing those slender legs. I stare at her pussy, covered in thin material.

“That won’t do.” I gather the material of her dress and tie it up at her side, so she remains exposed to me and the air, and she’s shaking now.

I peel her panties down. A thong like I thought. I leave them hooked on one heel and push her legs wider. Then I softly blow on her exposed clit.

She’s pink and wet there. And her musky aroma winds through me, making my cock push at the confines of my pants. I could sink into her. I could take her down, bend her over the chair and fuck her. I could make her drop to all fours and pound into her. The urge to do that surges in my veins but I ignore it.

This isn’t about getting my rocks off. This is about the game.

I kneel in front of her, glancing up to make sure she’s watching me. She is. So I return my attention to the prize.

I spend my time looking at her cunt. I slide her lips apart with my fingers, spreading her slickness and she moans, loud, her hips moving up like an offer of all the pleasure I can find there.

Slowly I trace the outside of her pussy, then I dip in, slipping into her with a finger, just enough to elicit a groan and a hissing intake of air. And then I move up to her clit, using my fingers to pull either side back to expose it.

I close my mouth on it and she convulses, pulls on the rings she’s tied to, her voice nothing more than a strangled moan of want and need. I suck and lick, taking her juices into my mouth, and she’s utterly divine.

The little sounds she’s making are pure erotic music, and I slide my hands around her ass, taking hold of those firm globes of flesh and bring her in hard against my mouth as I lick her.

Time to up the game, to bring it home. I push those slender thighs wider, and then I delve inside her velvety walls with my tongue.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Her voice wavers as she tightens her muscles, thrusting her hips against my face.

Heaven tastes incredible. She’s so wet and responsive, I can’t help but sink my fingers inside of her tightness as my tongue and teeth work her clit.

Her moans grow louder with each passing second, her knees lock my head firmly in place as I suck harder, thrust into her deeper, not that I need the encouragement.

I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy.

And me…I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.

Maybe it’s the anticipation of what’s to come that has my dick in a twist over Heaven Mulligan.

Or maybe it’s justher, a disturbing realization that fires off alarm bells in the depths of my mind.

She writhes against my mouth, the hooks clanging against the wall while her wrists flail. And I don’t stop eating her out.

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