Page 120 of Mob Queen

She steadies herself and shakes her head. “You like playing with fire, don’t you?”

I grab her hips and move Frankie to straddle my thighs. She makes me so damn hard. I love how ruthless she is, but how submissive she can be in the bedroom. I push my fingers into the base of her hair and tighten them into a fist. I yank her head to the side, exposing her flawless neck. “For a bad girl, you make me so fucking hard.”

“I don’t know, Miller, I think you like pushing me.”

I lean in to kiss her, but instead I draw Frankie’s lip between my teeth, and bite. “You need to be taught a lesson. Get up.” I lean back and wait for her to push off my hips. Like an obedient slut, she does. And I fucking love it.

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I hit that wall hard as Miller easily over powers me, slamming me with a low thud.

He grips me tightly from behind, one hand around my waist and the other binding my wrists behind my back. I lean into him, his hot breath on my neck as his nose grazes my beating pulse. I try to resist but his grip tightens.

“If you fight me, this will be a vanilla fuck for you. Is that what you want, Frankie, a slow and steady fuck?” His every word drips with cruel sarcasm. I couldn’t think of anything worse and he knows it.

The hand around my waist pulls away, his weight still pushing against me. “Don’t fuck with me, Miller.”

A devious smile in my peripheral vision stops my next threat. He’s loosening his tie and when he removes it he wraps it around my wrists in an efficient, tight knot. It’s so firm it bites into my skin. Tension builds between my legs with anticipation.

He wraps his other fist around my hair, tugging my head back and arching my neck so forcefully a welcome pain shoots through my body. “What a rare sight to see you so obedient. Now bend over.”

He steps back enough to let me dip forward, my face awkwardly pushed against the wall as I spread my legs. His hand is still tightly wrapped around my hair, the other now gliding down on my back as he pushes his bulging cock at my ass. My breath hitches as I wait patiently for him to free himself out of his zipper. I want it. I need it.

Miller yanks my hair as if drawing my attention back into position. My scalp is on fire but I fucking thrive on its pain. His hand glides down his zipper. I wait but instead of feeling his size against me, his hand glides down my thigh, curving over the globe of my ass. His hand comes down with force, the sting of his slap causing my body to shiver with want. A small moan escapes as another hard slap follows. The burn pulses but I can’t help but focus on his less than gentle fingers as they dance against the edge of my thong. In one clean rip they’re torn and dropped on the floor by my feet. A reminder that I own him outside the bedroom, but inside of it, I’m his fuck-toy.

My legs want to brush together to relieve the pressure building. His inquisitive fingers rub against my pussy. “Already soaking wet for me like my good girl.”

“Just hurt me already, Miller,” I growl. A hard yank tugs my neck further back and I can’t help the crooked smile that spreads across my face.

“Don’t move.” I see the glint of a knife, my curious gaze wondering where he got it, what he might do with it or how far he’ll go. With precise swiftness he cuts up the back of my silky nighty, the material spilling to my front and dangling over my shoulders. One by one he cuts the shoulders away, catching the material, scooping it up and covering my face and head with it. My breaths are fast and heated. The fabric is almost impossible to breathe through.

He yanks me back by the hair, my body in an awkward position as I feel his possessive lips, on my collar bone, tits, followed by the sharp bite of his teeth grazing my nipples. I hiss, still trying to inhale as my heart pounds while my face is covered by the silky material. The delicious sting of his teeth has me momentarily pulling at my bound hands, but I can’t escape. Nor do I want to.

He’s attentive to every part of my body but the one that’s pounding for him. His hot breath only inches from my skin. Miller’s taking his time, torturing me in the process. I just want him to hurt me. But I know if I beg for it... demand it even, he’ll take his sweet time.

He knows and toys with me as he pushes my boundaries. I obey because the pain is a need and not a want. With my own silky nightdress being used to torture me. I’m unable to see, I’m exposed, vulnerable and he loves it, he has total control of me.

I hear his clothing hit the floor and I wait with anticipation. In those few moments I relish the pain, the throb of my ass, the raw sting of my nipples and the sharp shallow breaths through the sleek fabric. And my pussy is absolutely soaking.

Like a calming balm of relief, I feel the head of his cock push against my inner thighs. He toys with me, rubbing it back and forth at the entrance of my pussy as I arch myself trying to force myself on him. But when I do, he pulls away.

“For fuck’s sake, Miller,” I breathe.

A dark chuckle follows as I feel him pull away entirely before his rough fingers are on my clit, circling and pinching, so sharp it vibrates up my spine. I buck forward with a cry. He assaults me with his fingers as his mouth bites and rips at my shoulder and throat. Animalistic and primal. Marking me as his as he breaks me from the inside palming my pussy with the knowledge that it belongs to him.

A part of me hates how compliant I am with him in the bedroom, another part of me craves more of his abuse.

I soak his hand, my breaths hot and shallow and I’m not entirely sure if I might actually pass out. But I cling to the sensation because I want more. The build is slow and then voracious, taking over my body as I fight the orgasm building. “Is this what my slut wants?” He places his hand over my face forcing my breath to become shallow and erratic as I gasp. I love his degradation nearly as much as I love the pain he brings.

“Yes,” I explode as my orgasm takes over. His cock isn’t even inside me, but the fact my life is in his hands has caused me to come so hard.

My trembling legs barely hold me up as Miller peels the material off of my face and I let out a shaky gasp. He kisses my shoulder as he unties my wrists. I pant as I catch my breath, but I realize I’m still on fire for this man. This straight-laced politician who is light to my darkness. How have I found myself in this position?

Once my hands are unbound, he gently scoops me into his arms before I can manage anything myself. He drops me onto the bed, the subtle bounce eliciting a small groan.

He spreads my legs wide, his mouth already on my clit as he devours every drop. The assault has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. This dominant possessive man eating every inch of me. He holds my hips down, preventing me from wriggling when he hits that sensitive spot that he continues to tease. When I challenge him and try to adjust myself, he forcefully pushes me back down with another growl which sends a delicious vibration through me.

Fuck me. This man and his tongue. I can’t stop arching into him as another wave threatens to erupt. He sinks his teeth into my clit, being my undoing as he holds me down even when I buck and pull.

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