Page 34 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“You aren’t giving me anything really satisfying to eat,” she replies. “Not big enough.”
She’s been well fed since we’ve been here, but I haven’t made her give me a blowjob, or had sex with her. They feel like things that need more honesty between us. But maybe the advantage is that she’s beginning towantmy cock in her mouth.
I can work with that.
But she’s not getting a treat for being a brat.
“You…” I run the wickedly sharp blade down to her cleavage, fluid and light. Enough to threaten, but not harm. “Need to stop talking.”
Her neck flushes pink.
“Make me,” she breathes.
Slowly, I take the metal between my thumb and fingers, and turn the knife. Then I raise it, and ease the handle towards her mouth until the smooth, blunt resin edge touches her lip.
“Open up.”
Like honey dripping off a spoon, she parts her lips, and I slide the stem in, all the way until it hits the back of her throat. Her breathing goes ragged and her pretty blue eyes remain on my face beautifully.
“See, quiet now, aren’t you?” I say, allowing my amusement to seep through.
She makes a needy sound.
“Such agood girl.” My good girl. “Close your mouth and hold your gag. No dropping it.”
I consider leaving her there. Silent, a bit humiliated. Drooling around the knife handle as she watches me make her dinner. But then another idea occurs to me.
“Turn.”
She spins, her head not quite steady with the weight of the blade.
“Lean over and rest on the table.”
This draws a whimper, but no refusal.
“If you drop the knife, I’ll stop,” I murmur and sink to my knees behind her. Pushing her skirt up, I groan as I find innocent white cotton knickers. A rumbling purr rises from my chest, and my cock presses against my jeans so hard I think the imprint of the zipper might be permanent.
I slide down her knickers so they’re at her bare ankles, then tap her left foot. She lifts it without being asked.
This is insanity. Her hands are tethered, but it wouldn’t be difficult for her to get the knife before I realised.
But it’s trust, this game. And I’m telling her that I trust and want her.
Even if she’s a brat about perfectly good potato foods, and there’ll be no fecking nonsense about my choices there.
“Now spread your legs for me, pet,” I demand, leaning into where her slick pink folds are exposed. “And stay quiet. If you’re going to be rude about the food I’m making you, then I’ll eat my dessert first, and you willwait.”
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“Are the cuffs really necessary?” I ask as he fastens my wrist to his again.
I don’t say that I wouldn’t run now. Four days, and I don’t know why I would. I’m utterly seduced.
“Unless you want to wear a collar and a lead?” Finn replies with a sly smile.
“Finn, I’m not a dog.”
“No, you’re my pet.” He tips my chin up with his thumb and looks down into my eyes. “And I’m not risking you getting away.”
