Page 90 of Mob Princess

“Is that so, Daddy?”

The mirth in her voice makes me even harder. I’ll show her. I press more, trapping her in place. She can feel my cock, and she tries to flex her hips. She doesn’t have the room to do it, but I can. I rub against her as I take her hands and cross her wrists behind her. I start to stretch to grab the dish towel, but pain shoots through me, threatening to make me sick. I have to step away to get it, but once I have it, I twirl it until it’s coiled, then I wrap her wrists in it. It only takes seconds before she’s restrained.

I push her yoga pants down but leave her panties up. I grab the front of them and bunch them in my hand, tugging on them. The material rubs her clit, and she moans. I grab the back of them and saw them back and forth through her pussy lips. When she tries to kiss me, I let go of the back and wrap my hand around her throat.

“Are you into breath play?”

“I haven’t been in the past. I haven’t trusted enough for it. I want to now.”

“I’ve done it, but not often. Can you still snap?”

She tries, and I hear both sets of fingers. I incrementally increase the pressure. I use the space between my forefinger and thumb to tighten my hold. I don’t want to leave bruises if I use my fingers. I don’t want anyone to recognize them as fingerprints, nor do I want anyone to think she’s trashy with hickies mottling her neck. Those are only for her tits.

If and when we go on vacation alone—plus the inevitable family contingency of bodyguards—I will mark her any and everywhere. The guys won’t pay attention, and they have the sense not to pass judgement on her. We won’t go anywhere for others to see. But it’s the knowledge that I’ve marked her, and someone else would know I’ve claimed her that arouses the fuck out of me.

I flick her earlobe before tugging on it. I kiss just behind her ear before bringing my lips beside it.

“Wear panties again, and I will edge you for keeping me away from what’s mine. If I want my fingers in you, my tongue in you, my cock in you, there better not be anything in the way. Do you understand, cailín?”

I let go long enough for her to answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I will shred them and make you walk around here without a fucking thing to cover my pussy.”

Her pupils dilate, and it’s not from the weight on her throat. It’s arousal. I push the offensive thing down, and she shifts her weight to kick off her pants and panties.

“Open your legs.”

She obeys immediately. I slip my finger into her. She’s still impossibly tight, even for my finger. Her narrow hips made me question whether she could take me. I’m not just tall and broad. I’m proportionate. But I remember the feel of sliding into her cunt for the first time. She could take all of it, but it was like a vise. A tortuous, erotic, euphoric vise.

I add a second finger, rubbing her g spot. She trembles and tries to ride them. I slip a third one in and thrust over and over. I keep my thumb away from her clit on purpose. My lips snag hers, and my kiss threatens to swallow her whole. I release all the weight from her throat as I pull back. My hand just rests on her throat.

“Are you still all right?”

“Don’t stop.” She lifts her chin, inviting my hand back.

I watch her expression as she struggles to come, but without me rubbing her g spot or her clit, she can’t get there. I feel her tugging at the towel, trying to get it loose. I’ve tied too many people up. She’ll only get free of my restraints if I want her to. Right now, I don’t.

I squeeze, making it harder for her to breathe as she tenses again, trying to orgasm. I pull my fingers out. She opens her mouth to protest, but no sound comes out. I observe her as I tease her, finger fucking then stopping over and over as I progressively block her from breathing. I haven’t done much breath play during sex, but I’m an expert at this.

The moment her eyes widen, then look like they’ll droop, I let go. I thrust into her, rubbing her clit. Her head falls to my shoulder as she cries out.

“I’m coming, Daddy.”

My now free arm wraps around her as she leans her weight against me. My touch gentles as I run my fingertips over her pussy. I step back, making sure she has enough room to inhale deeply. It gives our bodies enough space for her to drop to her knees. I step back again, cupping her jaw.

“Do you want to suck me off?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to pleasure you. Because I want to give you what you gave me.”

“I did that for you not to get something in return. You never have to do that. It isn’t tit for tat. When I make you come, it’s never a prelude or a dupe to make you do the same.”

“I want to, Sean. I know I’m not obligated or expected to. That’s not how things are between us. I’m offering because it would make me happy.”

“Thank you, little one. The floor is hard. Would you rather do it somewhere else?”

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