Page 93 of Mob Princess

“I only said what I said, so you’d know what I meant. I trust you, and I want you to trust me. I want to be truthful, but not out of spite or thoughtlessness.”

“I know.” I kiss her arse cheek.

“I want to be sure I’m clear, though. The vibrator and dildo I’d like to keep doing. I will never ask for someone to join us.”

I hear what’s unsaid. I stand up and do my best to lean onto the bed, so we’re face to face.

“I won’t either. I don’t want another woman looking at or touching me. I sure as feck don’t want to touch another woman. I don’t want another man looking at or touching you. I sure as feck don’t want you touching another man.” I take a long blink. “If you change your mind and want another man, I can try to come to terms with it, if that’s what would make you happy. I won’t agree to another woman. I can’t.”

She twists to rest on her left shoulder and hip as best she can.

“You’d let another man join us, but you won’t allow another woman. I would have thought it would be the other way around.”

“If another man is what you fantasize about, and you really need it, then I can deal with my feelings. But I can’t touch another woman. The thought is worse than you with another man.”

“Because you don’t want to betray me. Sean, I do not want another man touching me. I would feel I’m betraying you, even with your consent and participation. I wouldn’t be okay with you suggesting you share me. As for another woman, she wouldn’t survive the first step through the door. You might not either if you suggest it. I’ve done things in the past that were fun, but repeating them with you would hurt and likely leave you having to dispose of a body to keep me out of prison. If I kill you, then who’s going to help me?”

She grins as she strains to give me a kiss before shifting back onto her stomach.

I feel about a thousand times lighter than I did a second ago. I move back to where I was. I toy with her clit for at least five minutes. To where I’ll make it painful if I keep going. I stroke her g spot, petting it like you would a pussycat. Lame pun intended.

I could fist my cock to get hard again, but I don’t need to. The way her breath hitches and her moans—I’m aching to be inside her again. When she shifts restlessly, I stand. Keeping her legs apart, holding her ankles, I inch into her. She whimpers, needing more. I’m testing both of us. She pushes her hips up, and I let them stay that way as I slide in until my balls touch her. I don’t move.

“Aside from orgasms, I don’t think there’s a more enjoyable feeling than you entering me.”

Her voice is breathy as she says what I already know. My hands shift to her hips as I pull them back toward me. I rock my hips back and forth, not pulling out at all.

“If I stay like this, I’ll come.” I kiss the inside of her ankle because it’s what I can reach.

“If you move, you’ll come.” I hear the teasing.

I land my hand on her arse before reaching for the crop I brought over to use. I tap her arse, but it’s not a spank. I reach around her with my other hand and rub her clit—careful after playing with it a few minutes ago.

“May I come, Sean?”

“Yes.”

I don’t care what she calls me as long as she’s asking me. I don’t need deference or obedience right now. But I’ll take acknowledgement she’s with me and only me.

Her body tenses as she pushes back, raising her hips even more. Her moan lingers until she sucks in a hard breath. I pull out of her cunt as I pull the plug out. I coat my dick in the lube.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Yes.”

I step away, and she twists to see what I’m doing. I go to the magic drawer and grab a vibrator. I’m ripping the packaging off as I walk over. The boxes for the other stuff are on the dresser where I practically shredded them to unwrap the other toys earlier.

“I have one, and that looks nice. But now that I’ve fucked you, I’m going to need something way bigger than either of them. That’s just going to be disappointing.” She grins.

I take my place again behind her. I make sure the lube hasn’t evaporated too much on me. Then I ease into her, not forcing past the ring of resistance.

“Lina?”

“I’m okay. Keep going. I know we’re getting used to each other, but you don’t have to check on me so much, and you don’t have to keep getting consent for everything. I consent for it all, and I’ll tell you if something’s wrong.”

“If it’s more than just hurting—if it’s painful—and I harm you, I?—”

“Daddy, I want you to believe me. And I definitely don’t want to ruin this. I would never put you in that position. That’s not what I want. I want to share this intimacy with only you.”

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