Page 33 of Mob Princess

“But you understood what I meant and already knew to have one.”

“I belong to a BDSM club in Montreal. I have applications out to two clubs in Boston. I’m into the lifestyle.”

That makes me pause.

“Do you have a Dom?”

“No. Not since grad school. I scene with certain people, but I haven’t been in a formal arrangement in years. Do you have a sub?”

“I did until six months ago. She wanted more than I was willing to give. She wanted me to feel for her what I already feel for you. We had an arrangement for a little over a year.”

“You’ve shown me lust, possessiveness, protectiveness, politeness, kindness. Didn’t you feel those things for someone you were with for more than a year?”

“No. I didn’t want to, and it didn’t come naturally. I liked what I had with her, but nothing about her or any woman in my past made me feel what I do for you. They may have gotten lust and politeness, but that’s about it. I didn’t hold them while they slept. I tended to their aftercare, and I did it without reservation. I liked it. But it wasn’t with affection.”

Is there any intimate subject we aren’t going to discuss today? A prostate exam would be less revealing.

“I feel those things toward you. It’s been a long time since I’ve been curious about a man. You piqued my interest the moment I saw you. I enjoy texting with you and getting to know you. I haven’t wanted to do that with anyone in ages. I don’t like to fall asleep with people because it makes me too vulnerable. Not emotionally. I mean physically. You know both sides of my family are mob. I’ve been aware of the danger since I was fifteen. I feel safe with you. I want to fall asleep with you holding me.”

“What are your limits?”

“Just the real taboo. No body fluids.”

“What else? Impact? Temperature? Denial?”

She watches me as I strip. She seems to weigh her words.

“Sean, I’m terrified of what’s going to happen when Ewan and Granddad find out I’ve been with you. Been around you. I’m torn between what feels right—telling you everything—and what I believe is right—keeping my family’s secrets secret. I don’t know if this is the one and only time we’ll be together. I want everything we can come up with. I want it hard and rough. I need that.”

“You were scared that I didn’t find you attractive the moment you took off your dress. You’re scared this is our only chance together. You’re scared I don’t want this as much as you do. You need me to show you I want you as much as I say. I need to show you I do. And that’s for my sake, not because of you. I’m bigger than you and stronger than you. I will always be careful with you, but if it goes from hurt to harm, and you don’t tell me, I won’t forgive either of us.”

“Sean, I get why you’re worried. I’m scrawny and bony. I look like a twelve-year-old boy. But I?—”

I pick her up and turn her over. I don’t fully drop her onto the bed, but I’m not gentle like before. My hand cracks down on her arse over and over. I pay close attention to my strength and where each spank lands because she’s so slender. She doesn’t have much padding over the bones. She’s also supple and feminine.

“Speak poorly about the only body I’ve ever craved, and the first time we fuck it’ll be in your arse. You will discover just how much I like it when my cum is in you.”

She won’t because I’ll have to wear a fucking condom. That’s a reality check that makes my balls angry. I’ve never gone bareback. Ever. I roll her over more carefully, but I pinch her right nipple until she claws at the air.

“Sean, I know I’m extremely thin, but I won’t break. I know you’ll be careful. Even when you think you’re on the brink of no control, your conscience wouldn’t let you hurt me. I believe that to my soul. That’s why I trust you like this. Why I don’t need or want limits. I know I’m safe with you. At least when we’re like this.”

But she’s already in danger in the real world.

I widen her legs and rub her clit. She watches me as I stroke my cock. Her arms flex, and I know she’s fighting not to reach for me. I want her hands on me. Her mouth. Her cunt. But I’m denying us both. Delayed gratification.

“I think we reached one of my limits, Sir.”

I stop immediately. I sweep my gaze over her, terrified I’ve hurt her already.

“Shh, Sir. My limit is I can tell I’m about to get really upset watching you pleasure yourself. It’s bothering me more than I expected. I can handle orgasm denial, but you not—letting me touch you.”

“That isn’t what you were going to say. Tell me, Lina. Say it.”

I’m pushing her. Normally, I wouldn’t insist she share her thoughts. They’re hers to have. But I’m certain what she’s avoiding saying.

“You not needing me or wanting me to touch you.”

“Open your mouth. Keep it open.”

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