Page 52 of Mafia Princess

He flicks the whip at my ass, the noise is like a hollow boom, as it ricochets around the room. The sting is bearable this time, but it sends a pleasurable ache between my legs, the throbbing intensifying as I move against the ropes.

I hear his movements as he pads across the floor and moves back to the drawers, reappearing in front of me, holding a knife in one hand and a vibrator of some sort in the other. He steps forward until his knees are against the bed. He runs the knife tip from my ear, down my neck, and over my shoulder. The tingling left from the tip of the blade giving me goosebumps.

I swallow in anticipation as he glides the knife across my collarbone and down between my breasts, cutting through my bra fabric like its butter. My breasts bounce free, the movement causing friction from the clamps. A small and barely audible whimper escapes my lips and I curse myself. I don’t need him to know this is turning me on.

He continues to glide the blade down my stomach until he reaches my navel, pressing the tip into it enough, to send waves of pleasure to my betraying clit. I watch his features disguised in an impenetrable mask, as he cuts my panties from my body, letting them fall to the bed.

His dark gaze catches mine. “I think I recall you liking getting fucked by a knife.” His wicked smirk resembles something sinister, and his words are threatening.

I continue to hold his gaze as I feel a cold thin blade against my opening, it’s gone in a flash and replaced by the vibrator.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, reminding me he likes to be in control.

I watch him as he pushes the vibrator into me, and positions the suction perfectly over my clit. I know I’m about to be in a world of agony, as I try to not come undone. Just the touch of his hand down there has nearly ruined me, and he’s yet to turn this fucking contraption on.

‘Ready?” He licks his lips.

I cock an eyebrow, and try to remain in control, as he switches the vibrator on. The suction is instant, and I nearly buckle from the sensation, as waves of pleasure ripple through me. I can feel myself already quivering, my body betraying me as shudders start to slowly wrack my body, starting at the base of my spine and working their way upwards. I close my eyes and grit my teeth when the sensations suddenly stop. The fucking bastard isn’t going to let me come.

My eyes fly open to come face to face with a very satisfied devil. He tilts his head as he takes me in, my sweating and jittery body on full display for him. I snake my eyes over his muscled chest and find his hard cock straining against his pants. I’m happy he’s also being tortured by this.

He twists the knife in his hand, the blade catching the glint from the lights, blinding me for a split second every time his hand moves. He taps the blade to his lips, studying me, and pondering his next move. Without speaking, he slides the blade over my breast and presses the tip into my already throbbing nipple. Nicking it with a sharp flick of his wrist.

I throw my head back as the throbbing becomes almost too much. I feel warm wetness and glance down at my breast.

“You fucking cut me.” I glare at him.

“And you fucking love it.” He grins, as his blade glides under the length of my tattoo on my ribs, pressing hard enough to slice my skin. “La Morte Vince Tutto,” his voice licks at the words giving them new meaning. “Death conquers all. That’s a bit morbid.”

He continues to glide the blade over my other breast and rests it against my hardened nipple. “Don’t move.” His other hand reaches between my legs and I freeze.

Darkness washes over him, coating us both in shades of evil. He switches the vibrator on and I do all I can not to move, clenching my insides, my body aching for release. He flicks the blade over my nipple, and I nearly collapse from the agonizing pleasure.

I strain against the ropes, my legs tethered apart, and buck forward, feeling as though I’m about to leave my body. The vibrator stops suddenly and I’m left slumped forward, breathless, and covered in a sheen of sweat. I’m so mad I want to stab him with his fucking knife.

“Have you had enough yet, Principessa?” He grabs my chin between his thumb and finger, and lifts me back to a kneeling position, ensuring I’m looking at him.

“I’ll never spill my secrets.” I pull my chin out of his fingers, defiant as ever.

“Your funeral, baby girl.” He mocks the name Luca calls me, and this makes me see red.

“Fuck you, Milan,” I seethe, the anger in me boiling through my veins.

He reaches down, removing the vibrator from me and curls his lips around one end, licking it clean, before dropping it onto the bed.

“Tell me, Principessa, what do you plan on doing when you get caught again?”

“Same as now, I’m not saying shit about shit.” I slice my eyes to his chest and try to ignore the pleasurable pain dripping down my stomach.

He reaches out and touches my nipple, undoing one clasp and then the other, and dropping them onto the mattress beside me. He runs his fingers over my bleeding nipples, tracing my blood across my chest and down to my navel. I glance down and look at his masterpiece, a painting of my defiance in bold red, smeared in thick blood across my body.

“Do you like the sight of blood?” He places his finger in my mouth and pumps it in and out between my lips.

The tang of metal coats my tongue, and I drink in his sultry stare. He removes his finger from my lips and flicks my nipple, sending spots of blood over my stomach and chest. He pops his finger in his mouth this time and licks it clean.

“I like the sight of my victim’s blood,” I reveal.

“Tell me then, why the blood of my men?”

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