Page 106 of Mafia Star

“Marco?”

“Yes.”

“Is that a ring for me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I have it?”

“Yes.”

He stands and releases my left hand before he slides the ring on. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. He has ridiculously good taste in everything, but one look at this, and I know my sister helped him. It’s my dream ring, which is something I never told him about.

“I would have given this to you sooner, but the stones I purchased while I was away got tied up in customs. Then the jeweler’s father died. I had to wait for him to set them.”

“Daddy, good things come to those who wait.”

I can’t believe it. I cup his cheek and lean forward as best I can to kiss him. I have my eyes closed, but I can tell he’s reaching around for something as we kiss. Then the clamps are gone, and a wand vibrator is against my clit. His mouth goes to my nipple. I scream. The sensations are so overwhelming. The fullness in my ass. The pulsing fullness in my pussy. The streaks of pain in my nipples and clit. The urgency from the vibration on my clit. I explode.

“Tsk, tsk, piccolina. You didn’t ask. I think Daddy is going to have to punish you for that. Mmm. Maybe no more orgasms for at least fifteen minutes.”

He releases me from the cross, and I walk with him to where there's a pulley system attached to the ceiling and the wall. He gathers the rope and positions me how he wants. He begins to create a diamond harness around my back and chest.

“How does this feel?”

“It’s good. My joints are fine.”

He’s not cutting off any circulation to them. We keep talking as he binds me, both ensuring I’ll be safe once he hoists me in the air. When he’s got me secured to the hook, he slips a blindfold over my eyes and a ball gag in my mouth. He has earplugs in his hand. He’s still wary of that, but I said I wanted to try. I trust him implicitly. Since I won’t be able to safe word, he’s insisted I prove I can snap throughout the process.

“Are you ready, piccolina?”

I can only nod before he slips the earplugs in. He’s slow as the pulley lifts me off my feet. I twirl a little but not much. I inch off the floor and lean forward. I can’t tell how high he brings me until he secures the ropes, and I feel his lips on my nipple from underneath. He’s over six feet tall. Maybe he’s stooping, but probably not that much. But if something should happen to the rope or the pulley, I know he can catch me. He will catch me.

He grasps my hair when I try to look down, as though I can see through the blindfold. He gives me a harsh kiss beside the gag, then he’s gone. I make myself breathe through the immediate panic. I can’t hear him. I have no idea of what’s happening around me.

This is what I wanted. I want to surrender control entirely to him. That’s why I agreed to the earplugs— insisted upon them. This is my fantasy, and he’s sharing it with me. I have unwavering faith in his promise to take care of me, so a couple breaths later, I’m calm again. Then it’s curiosity that takes hold.

How long is he going to let me hang here? What’s he doing while he waits?

I don’t know how much time passes, but I feel a vibration along the rope before I’m lowered. A little. Then I’m stopped again. A paddle lands against my right nipple from below. They’re sticking out thanks to the harness. He alternates sides. I want to kick my feet, but my legs are bound together. I moan and writhes. That earns me a paddling on the ass. Then it’s over, and I’m being lifted again.

This goes around and around, but I have no sense of time. Up, down, and up again. A wand vibrator to my clit again. Nipple clamps. A flogger across my ass. He twirls the butt plug and toys with it each time. I’m so aroused that my pussy burns with need. I’m certain he can see the sweat on my brow. I’m sucking in lungfuls of air through my nostrils. Just when I don’t think I can take much more, just when I’ve decided to snap, he lowers me to the floor. He removes the earplugs first.

“Your trust in me makes everything in this world endurable.”

He then removes the gag and the blindfold.

“Are you all right, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He unwinds all the rope, then rubs my arms and legs. I move them to get the circulation flowing again. I wince a couple times, but I assure Marco I’m okay. I can tell he’s on the edge of panicking and dragging me out of here.

“Daddy, that was so perfect. You remembered.”

“Of course, I did. I’ll give you everything you need.”

“And I needed this. I needed this time with you. I needed to know I can show you just how certain I am that you’re the only one for me.”

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