Page 16 of Mafia Fire

“Punishing you.”

I get a better look at the toy. It’s shaped like a scoop. He pushes it down the front of my jeans, over my panties. His fingers are dangerously close to my pussy, but they don’t touch me, only the toy does, the pressure of my jeans capturing it against me.

It presses against my clit, the tightness of my half-zipped jeans holding it in place. The eyes I first found so captivating now scare me. He holds a remote in front of my face. And pushes a button.

The toy comes to life, vibrating against me, a shocking, raw sensation that travels to the center of my core, hitting me hard. My eyes close, the back of my head resting against the padded wall. “Oh my God.” It feels good but overwhelming, my mind going to liquid, my limbs heating.

The vibrations stop, leaving me dizzy, breathless. I open my eyes. I don’t know what to say.

“That was your first punishment for the first of your two unanswered questions.” He holds up the remote. “I owe you more.”

I don’t want more. I plead, “No!”

He pushes the button.

Twice.

The vibrations are much stronger this time, making my jaw go slack, my head going back against the cushioned wall. My clit pulses against the toy, throbbing, clenching, wanting, needing more, but everything inside me wants it to stop.

“Uhn… umm… please…” Again, it stops. My arms start to ache as they stretch above my head. I take in fast, short breaths. I don’t know if I want to beg for more or plead with him to never push that button again. My confusion results in one whimpered word. “Please.”

“Please what?” His face comes close to mine as he leans over me. He’s tall, so much taller than I am.

What do I want? I tilt my head back to look up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Finally. A little truth out of you.” At my words, a slow grin spreads over his shapely lips. How had I not noticed those lips before? The man is beautiful.

And evil.

He stares at me in a way that makes heat flow to my core, the echoes of vibrations still humming there. I can’t tear my eyes from his. What’s this crazy connection I feel? How has this moment, me chained to a wall, my body under complete control of this striking, intriguing stranger, come to be?

His mouth is a beat away from mine. He moves closer. Is he going to kiss me? My lips part.

This is madness. Chaos. It can’t be real.

He moves back, pressing the button. He’s turned it on even higher, the waves of electricity shocking my body, making my pussy clench and dampening my panties with arousal, my clit humming like it will burst. I teeter on the edge of the Earth, my entire body tightening, my wrists tugging against the cold, hard metal cuffs.

Will this madness end? Am I going to come?

“Any business with the Accardis ends when you begin your employment here. Understood?”

A whine rises in the back of my throat. I’m so, so close. I don’t want the humiliation of climaxing in front of this stranger, but I desperately need the relief.

He ups the power. “Answer me.”

Strangled words fall from my mouth. “Y—yes! Yes, sir!”

The toy goes silent, still. It’s the best and the worst feeling in the world, all at once. My heart races, my skin feels damp. My knees are weak, my legs like jelly. I stand there, my arms above my head, my breath coming in pants.

He’s staring at me. Those dark eyes do something to me. I want to tear my gaze away from his and can’t.

He closes in. “I look forward to having you on board,” he says, his lips a beat away from mine.

He’s going to kiss me.

I need to stop this.

“Don’t.” The choked whisper leaves my throat. “Please. Don’t.”

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