Page 53 of Mafia Princess

“I have no reason.”

“Liar.” He shakes his head and moves to stand beside me.

I glance up at him, his dark eyes latch onto mine, their gaze burning acid through me. There is no disguising the hunger in his stare as he drinks me in. I swallow as a new wave of uncertainty clouds me, he looks as though he’s about to eat me alive.

“By the time we’re done here, your body will betray you, and your mouth will spill your secrets, sweetheart.” He moves to the far end of the room and disappears into his walk-in, re-emerging after a few agonizing seconds.

He kneels behind me, and I stiffen, as he grips my bound wrists in his hands and lifts them slightly, hooking them into something to keep them there. I twist and try to see what he’s doing, but the ropes are restricting my movements, cutting into my skin as I struggle to move.

He climbs back off the bed and presses a button beside the headboard. A movement tugs on my arms and I’m being hoisted off the bed, suspended in the air, leaning forward, with my legs spread and my pussy and ass on full display.

“Are you kidding me?” I jerk my body, trying to escape, but the ropes have me secured.

“I told you, I’ll break you until you talk.” He grabs my thigh and runs his thumb across my Medusa tattoo. “Do you turn all those who gaze upon you to stone, Principessa?” He runs his finger along my slit.

“No,” I hiss, “I cut their fucking heads off.” I try to kick out at him, but the rope digs into my ankle, burning my skin.

He spins me until his hand lands across my throat, squeezing it until I wheeze. He holds me in place, and works his magic on my clit, inserting his fingers inside me and circling my clit in a delicious slow assault. He works his devilish fingers until my body betrays me, and once again, he stops at the brink of my orgasm.

“How much longer can you do this? You seem to be spent,” he chuckles darkly, as he removes his fingers and spins me so I’m facing him. “Open your mouth.”

He pushes his fingers through my lips and makes me suck my arousal off.

My breaths heave in my chest as I try to get control of my body and thoughts. Circling my tongue around his fingers, I bite down hard, drawing blood, the taste filling my mouth and sending spikes of pleasure to my core. This seems to anger him and he jerks his fingers out of my mouth.

“I can go all night,” I say, as I recover from his torture.

Stripping his pants and boxers off, his huge cock springs free, a large barbell pierced vertically through the head, and another large ring pierced at the base, staring back at me. My eyes roam over his piercings, and my pussy clenches in appreciation. He doesn’t say a word, he just spins me so I’m facing the headboard. My arms ache at the angle they’re tied at and my shoulders throb, almost to the point of numbing pain.

I feel myself being lowered closer to the bed and I groan in relief, happy to be finally let back down. But my pussy comes in contact with his mouth. When the fuck did he position himself under me?

I jerk in surprise, but he clamps his fingers into my thighs and holds me still, while his tongue and lips feast on me. It doesn’t take long until I’m a fucking embarrassing quivering mess. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s as though all he needs to do is touch my skin, and I’m about to come.

He stops just as I’m about to fall over the edge.

“Fuck,” I scream like a demon possessed. I start to squirm in frustration, my patience wearing thin.

“Are you ready to talk yet, Principessa?” I hear him under me and can imagine the fucking satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m going to fucking kill you when you’re done.”

I watch the dip of the bed as he climbs off, and stands at the end, my ass in the perfect position for his viewing pleasure.

“Such strong words for a person in no position to be making threats.” He maneuvers himself between my legs and presses his dick against my opening.

I gulp from the contact, my throat tender from the remnants of his capable fingers, and I swallow deeply as he runs the tip of his cock up and down my opening. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, and at this point, I don’t even care anymore. I need release, and I need him to fuck me hard and make me forget my name.

His hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my over sensitive flesh, the blood smears making his hands slide. He grunts in satisfaction as he glides his cock inside me, ever so fucking slowly, and doesn’t move again until I adjust to his length.

“Ready to talk, Principessa?” He slides back out of me and I whimper in protest.

“Holy fuck,” I groan and try to squirm against him for much-needed release.

“Patience is a virtue.” He slides back into me and moves his cock so the barbell hits me right where it needs to.

I buck in frustration, the ropes pulling at my skin, trying to get friction against him. “I have no patience.” I stop moving in defeat, realizing there is nothing I can fucking do to get myself off.

His grip tightens, as he slides back out and holds his tip at my entrance, before slamming back into me. I jerk forward, the tethers on my flesh burning as they strain against the movement. Snaking his hand across my stomach, his torturous fingers find my clit and begin their delicious assault, bringing me to the edge, hard and fast.

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