Indebted to the Mafia King

Eleni

Warm desire coils between my legs as Dante stares at me, his eyes burning and proof of my disobedience behind me. Part of me wants to run to his bed, to do whatever he asks. The rest of me wants to know how far I can push him. I cross my arms under my boobs, pushing them higher. "Make me."

His gaze turns impossibly darker. "Green if you're good. Yellow if you need a moment. Red if you need me to stop."

I blink. "What?"

He prowls closer. "I'm going to take you apart, El, and I want to hear you scream. We need these words so I know when you're serious. Repeat them." "Green if I'm good, yellow if I need a moment, red if I want to stop," I say, not really understanding but liking the hunger in his voice. "Good." He smiles.

He snatches me and throws me over his shoulder. I don't even have time to yelp before he's racing down the hallway to his bedroom. I cling to his rumpled shirt and feel the wind cool my already wet pussy. I've released something in Dante with these words that I can't put back. And I don't want to. He throws me down onto his bed roughly, making the mattress bounce. His gaze drags over my body.

"Don't you dare cover yourself," Dante says. "I bought you. I can look at you whenever I goddamn please."

I bite my lip and squirm as desires burns.

"But I'm going to have to teach you." He strips out of his shirt and sits on the bed next to me. "Over my lap."

I sit in his lap like I did in the basement of the club and lean in for a kiss.

He covers my mouth. "Have you earned that?"

I swallow and search his gaze for real anger. Nothing but desire. This is part of his game, part of the cuffs on his bedposts and the words he taught me. Part of owning me. I shake my head.

He grabs my chin. "You might be teachable after all." Dante pushes my face nearly into his plush bedspread and my hips into the air. "You've earned a punishment. Ten with my hand. Let's see how long it takes that ass of yours to pink."

I squirm, but his grip is iron. I couldn't escape if I wanted to.

His first hit lands sharp and bright, right on my...ass. I yelp, and he massages the sore flesh until I moan.

"Good." His praise is honey sweet. "Still green?"

"Bright green." I wriggle my ass. "Emerald."

"Another for squirming." He spanks me again, this time on the other cheek.

I jolt forward and barely bite my tongue against a comment about how I can keep going. I want, no, need him to fuck me. The next hits land back and forth, and my skin warms. The desire in my gut only grows. I'm his, and if I break his rules, he'll take me up here and remind me of them.

At eleven, he cups my pussy. "Are you sure you learned your lesson? It seems you may need more."

I nod furiously.

"Show me, then." Dante releases his grasp on my waist. "Get on the bed."novelbin

I scramble off his lap, my ass burning almost as hot as the want between my legs, and lay across the middle of his bed. He doesn't move for a long moment, and I grow nervous. When minutes tick by, I cover my breasts and sit up. "Dante?"

He whips around with a feral smile. "What did I tell you about covering up?"

I have to swallow down my own smile at his ploy. He wants to push me to the edge. He wants me to be in trouble. I wrap my arm tighter around my breasts, jam a hand between my legs and almost gasp at the friction, then look meaningfully at his pants. "You're covered up."

"Because I make the rules." He rips my hand off my breasts and drags me up the bed to lock it in one of the cuffs. The leather is warm and soft around my wrist, almost comforting.

"And you follow them." He tears away the hand between my legs.

At the burst of pleasure from movement, I moan his name.

"Oh, you want something?" He smirks. "Good girls get what they want."

He locks up my other wrist and strips out of his pants unceremoniously. I stare. I knew Dante was beautiful, but naked, he looks like a god. His olive skin clings to taut, powerful muscles. Ink black hair lays in fine curls over his chest, then thins into a narrow line that connects to the bush around his lengthening cock. My mouth waters and falls slightly open.

"Next time." He taps my bottom lip.

I suck his finger into my mouth and cup my tongue around it. He tastes sort of salty and musky, and I realize with a jolt that's my own wetness. Then I wonder what Dante tastes like. Next time.

He slides fingers through my wet folds again. "We didn't finish earlier, did we?"

I shake my head around his finger. He pushes another one past my lips.

"Then this should be easy." He attaches his mouth to my neck and begins toying with my clit at top speed.

The suddenness of his movements catches me by surprise, and I hook my leg around his waist as my orgasm races forward. Just as suddenly, he goes still, and I whine.

"Good girls get to come." He smiles wolfishly. "I'll fuck you when you've earned it."

I gasp around his fingers, and he starts to fit another one inside, then pauses and pulls back.

"Green?"

"Green!" I grind into him and stretch my tongue out for his fingers.

Dante smirks and begins undoing me, just like he promised. He brings me to the edge of orgasm a second time, a third, a fourth. He thrusts his fingers so deeply into my mouth I start to gag and he promises me I can take it, have to take it, if I ever want his cock in my mouth, and oh god, I do. When he says my mouth is ready, he takes those same fingers and fucks them into my pussy one at a time, stretching me around lubrication I provided. When he stops after the fifth edge, three fingers inside me, I collapse to the mattress.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, Dante, I just want your cock."

"Pretty little thing." He smiles down at me. "How could I deny someone who begs so well? I think you finally understand that"-he bends down to whisper the final few words into the shell of my ear-"I own you."

His voice shivers down my spine, feeling nothing more than right.

"I'm yours," I gasp. "Please."

With his fingers still inside me, he reaches over and withdraws a condom from his nightstand, then slips it on. I keen as he finally starts to pull out, aching from the loss of him.

"Just a middle step." He lines his cock up at my entrance. "Green?"

"Green," I almost weep.

He starts pushing in. Immediately, I realize what I thought was just torture was actually careful preparation. My walls stretch, burn just a little, but they don't snap like everybody always said they would. Instead, Dante slides home like he's always belonged inside me. I was right to pick him for my first.

I look up at him, ready to beg more, but a change has come over his face. He's no longer the hard, domineering man he's been since he gave me those words. Instead, he looks at me in awe, like I'm something beautiful he can't quite believe he gets to touch.

"Dante?" I ask.

He snaps his hips forward, a tiny thrust, and I gasp.

"Call me Sir in here." He grabs his hips. "And say thank you."

"Thank you, sir," I murmur as he rocks into another tiny thrust. I'm already so close. "More, sir, please."

He grabs one of my breasts and begins slamming his hips against mine. My long-awaited orgasm flares to desperate life. He flicks, twists, tortures my nipples, slaps my breasts like he did my ass, and everything drives that moment of perfect pleasure ever closer. I thank him for every touch, words garbling around moans in my mouth.

"You're so good," he hisses.

And I'm coming. An explosion of pleasure so bright I can barely feel my body arch, can barely hear his grunt as he goes still with me, the pent-up power of five delayed orgasms whirling through me like a lightning storm.

When I finally regain myself, he has already rolled off and to the side. I tug on the handcuffs, rattling the chains.

"Are you going to let me out, or can we do that again?"