Page 108 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I shake my head. “Not at all, actually. I’ve been waiting for the right woman to break them in.”

“I think I’m up for the challenge,” she says.

She fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, giving up pretty quickly, and finally just pulling it open. Buttons fly into the air and she pushes it off my shoulders. “You need to make this count, Matteo.” She nods at the walls of kink to her left and right. “Use some of that on me.”

My cock strains against my pants. Just the thought of me lashing her with one of my floggers has my dick dripping. Because no matter what, she’s right. We need to make this count.

It might be the last time.

And in true Heaven style, she throws herself into the game we’ve just weaved.

“We have a lot of options here. Now, Matteo, what exactly are you going to do to me?” she asks, her legs falling open invitingly.

I crawl on top of her, my face hovering above hers. “This is your wedding night, your fantasy. I just want to be inside you. What do you want right now?”

“I want you to make me feel, Matteo. I want to feel everything. I want to feel pain. I want to feel love. I want to feel excitement and arousal. I want to feel it all, for the first time, together with you.” She stares up at me, and there’s longing and despair and need and fierce determination in her face. It’s heart-poundingly incredible. Like her. “Make love to me, Matteo. Give me all you have. Show me what forever might feel like.”

I loop my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down over her thighs, pulling them off one ankle at a time before letting the soft lace flutter to the floor. I gather her into my arms, her back arching delicately.

I run the palm of my hand down the creamy white skin of her abdomen and over her hips. She’s utterly beautiful. I slide my tongue over her flesh, navigating a path up to her breasts, cupping them with my hands and teasing her taut, pink buds with my tongue and teeth.

Heaven moans, her legs tightening around me as I explore her. She tastes sweet and sinful, like our decadent chocolate wedding cake.

I brush my lips with hers, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth, and then I kiss her deep. Our tongues coil together, heat flooding my insides as she infuses my whole being in a way I’d never before allowed anyone to do.

When I pull away, my breath’s short and sharp. She undulates beneath me, angling to draw me back toward her.

“Soon,” I whisper.

Then with one quick motion, I flip her onto her stomach. I cuff her wrists and ankles to the restraints and gaze at her lying flat on the mattress. She's completely restrained, completely at my mercy. She’s wet, so wet. And this… It’s what she begged me to do...to show her what our future could look like, if the world were a different place, to make her feel, and give her all of me.

Soon she’ll be gone. Maybe not in body, but in heart and spirit.

But I bury all of that for now. My objectives tonight are two-fold—keep her safe and make sure she experiences the most intense pleasure that she’s ever imagined in that beautiful and twisted mind of hers.

I walk over to my display of floggers, selecting one that has soft black leather strands attached to the end. Her perfect ass is there, for my taking.

Oh, holy fuck, I want more than anything to sink my teeth into that plump flesh and then bury my dick inside of it. But first I need to make her beg.

For me.

I drag the leather strands down her spine and she shivers, bracing herself for what comes next.

Namely, her, if I do my job right.

Heaven moans into the mattress as I slap the leather tassels against her ass, once, twice, three times.

“I need more!” She writhes against the mattress.

“Ask me the right way,” I murmur against her hair. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Please, Matteo! Please, fuck me!”

With a thumping heart, I toss the flogger to the side of the bed, digging my fingertips into the globes of her ass. I fall to my knees in front of her, sliding my tongue in between her cheeks. She moans into the comforter as I work my tongue around her tight rim of muscle. I slide my fingers into her pussy, her lips clenching around me like the best kind of vise...one I want clamped around me for a fucking lifetime because it feels incredible. I drive them deeper and deeper inside of her.

She grinds against my fingers, bucking her ass into my greedy mouth. I drag them out, licking off her juices before I bring my palm down against her ass. It makes a satisfying smack, leaving a bright pink mark on her skin.

I’ve just branded her. My wife. Her pussy was made for my cock, her ass made for my hand.

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