Page 105 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Would it kill you to be a little kind?” she snaps.
I know her patience is hanging by a mere thread.
And I want to push her over the edge.
I don’t give a damn if Ramiel is asleep on that fucking bed.
I will have her.
“If he was so easily felled, he does not deserve my kindness.”
He should have seen the attack coming. He should have never gone off on his own. He has an army of demons at his disposal and he decided he wanted to be her only hero.
“Dios, eres un patan.”
“An asshole I may be, but at least I am not stupid.”
She snorts, as though she disagrees.
And for that she will be punished.
My magic shoots out, curling around her like thick ropes. The heavy feel of them makes her shiver, and I feel the move vibrate down the ropes.
“Maybe my brother just needs some motivation to wake up.”
She yelps as the ropes wrap around her luscious body and pull.
I begin weaving shadows throughout the room, tossing and tying and securing until they’re twisted over the canopy of Ramiel’s bed and hanging low.
Only then do I tug and pull her, using the ropes and wood above as leverage to lift her over Ramiel.
She gasps, her limbs starting to thrash.
“Stay still,” I command. “Or you will fall.”
“W-what are you doing?”
“You want to be dominated, don’t you? And you want Ramiel to wake up. I am going to give you both.”
She lets out a breath, but when she doesn’t protest, even though I give her ample time to do so, I begin weaving anew.
The cords are a canopy beneath her body, hammocking her over Ramiel’s form like a swaying spider in a web.
The dark, magical ropes cut into her exposed brown skin. She takes her breaths, holds herself still.
“Give me our safe word, Lourdes,” I say darkly. Already the cock in my pants is at attention. Weeping. Desperate. And my mind needs this control. Because my life has become a fucking mess and I can’t control a fucking thing around me anymore.
But I control this. This scene. What happens here makes me the master and her at my mercy.
“Lepver,” she says, her voice a breathless rasp.
“Again,” I order.
“Lepver,” she says a bit louder.
I smirk. “Very good. Now, would you like me to narrate what is going to happen, or would you prefer to be surprised?”
She takes a beat to think and I don’t dare rush her. Let her make her own choices at her own time.
