Page 21 of Mafia Star

“What’s your safe word, piccolina.”

“Chimpanzee, Daddy.”

I don’t know why that word feels so natural now. I said it to be patronizing and condescending. I sure as fuck don’t see him as a father figure. I don’t have daddy issues or some kind of female Oedipus complex. I just think it’s kinda sexy, and I’ve said more than once that I feel safe with him. I feel protected too. He made sure those guys that I honestly didn’t notice didn’t follow me the last time we were both here. I didn’t love hearing Danny call me a whore tonight. It didn’t feel right. But having Marco interrupt— even rescue me from it —was nice. I felt protected. I know I’m not a little. Not when I usually like switching. But it doesn’t feel like age play when I say it. Maybe it’s sort of like how Latin American cultures use papi.

“Pull on your restraints for me.”

I tug my arms and legs, but there’s very little give. He’s a stealthy bastard because I’m not prepared for the crop to come down on my breast. He slaps the top of my left one four times before he nails my nipple dead on. My back arches off the bed and into his fingers. He pinches and twists, and I yelp. He eases off the pressure.

“You surprised me. That’s all.”

“Use your safe word when you need it.”

“I know, Daddy. But I don’t. I like it.”

And I do.

My abs flex when the crop comes down just above my belly button. I shiver when the smooth leather thongs of the flogger sweep down between my tits and over my belly. As he trails them back up my right ribs, the crop smacks my right breast.

“Oh!”

These slaps come in a staccato rather than the slower ones he gave the other side. There are six before he brings the crop down the hardest on my nipple. I’m focused on the sensation there, so I’m not prepared for the flogger to land across my middle. He sets a swishing rhythm that makes the thongs land across my belly, ribs, breasts, and mound. I picture his wrist making a figure eight. Just when I think I’m getting a reprieve because the flogger stops, his mouth wraps around my left nipple. The moment he applies suction, the crop lands along my pussy.

“Marco!”

I scream in surprise and with the flash of pain.

“Are you all right, Beth?”

“Yes. Just unprepared.”

“Good.”

If this were a true Dom/sub deal, he wouldn’t allow me to use his first name. It doesn’t seem to faze him that I did. I also didn’t respond to his question with Daddy. He may dominate this scene, but he isn’t my Dom. I’m not quite sure what to make of that. I have no time to think about it as another wave of searing pain shoots through my cunt. But it’s soon soothed when he sucks my other nipple. I receive a series of quick slaps on my clit that make me moan and squirm. My mind and body don’t know if they want to escape or beg for more.

Then it all stops. He’s gone. All I hear is my breathing, but I know he’s still here. I can sense it even without knowing the door hasn’t opened. I picture the layout of the room, trying to guess what he’s going to do next.

“Fuck!”

How the hell is he so fucking silent? His mouth on my clit makes me claw at the air. There’s nothing for my hands to grasp since they’re bound, palm up. His tongue dips into me before he laves my clit over and over.

“I’m close. Please, may I come, Daddy?”

As soon as the two sentences leave my mouth, I know I’ve just asked to be edged. It would have been better to just come without permission and dealt with those consequences. He pulls away and nips at my inner left thigh. With his hand wrapped under my leg and over my hip, he presses just below my belly button as three fingers from his other hand slide into me. I tremble when he hits my g spot. The internal and external pressure feels amazing. His thumb rubbing my clit is bringing me back to the edge. This time, I’m keeping my fucking mouth shut.

But he must feel me straining toward my orgasm because he stops right when I’m on the cusp. I shudder with need as I strain to wrap myself around a body that isn’t there. He’s still between my thighs, but I want to wrap myself around him as he fucks me. I want to feel him inside me. Maybe chimpanzee wasn’t the right word. Maybe he was right that I would want to curl around him like one.

“Piccolina, you don’t come until I say you can.”

“When will that be, Daddy?”

Chapter Five

Marco

I’m in over my head.

This is the most sensual, most erotic experience of my life as I bring Beth to the edge then pull her back over and over. And she’s the last woman I should be with. It was bad enough that Enzo fell in love with the best friend of our enemy’s wife. Now I’m falling head over heels for my brother’s new sister-in-law. Sister. We don’t use qualifiers in our family. It would sound incestuous if people didn’t know.

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