Page 46 of Married to the Mafia

He grinned, caught her hand, and brought her knuckles to his lips. “Good girl.” He released her to start work removing his clothing and tilted his head toward the large bed. “Go pull the blankets down, as low as you can. No sense ruining them.”

She had kind of wanted to watch him strip, but she also really wanted to get to the part where he made her scream in ecstasy. So she nodded and turned toward the bed. “Yes, sir,” she said as she walked. She made sure to put a little extra sway in her hips, too. Just in case he wasn’t as worked up yet as she was.

Mikey growled low. “Fuck, that ass looks even better naked. I’m gonna fuck that, too, one day.”

Brandi fumbled the comforter, heat lashing through her. Was that something she wanted? She took a deep breath, resuming the important process of sparing the bedding, and said, “One new experience at a time, please.”

Mikey chuckled. “Since you said please.”

She had the blankets entirely off the bed when Mikey emerged from his walk-in closet carrying something black and almost shiny. He paused by the side of the bed, pressing a button she hadn’t seen, and the ornamental tops of the bed posts flipped over to reveal anchor bars just large enough for something like sheets of ribbon or rope to slide through.

“Arms over your head, kitten,” Mikey instructed as he knelt onto the mattress. “Reach toward me.”

Brandi eyed him for a moment, appreciating her first eye-full of his naked form, before leaning back and clasping her hands above her head. Her fingers grazed his knee and for just a second, she thought about misbehaving. She couldn’t believe she’d never once touched him there.

Mikey tucked her hands around her own forearms and began winding something soft like silk along her skin. Soon her arms were tied together, not so tight as to be uncomfortable but definitely too tightly for her to simply slide them apart, and she felt him tug momentarily at the bindings as if he were pulling on an attached string. Or tying the end to the nearest bedpost. Then he slipped a pillow behind her shoulders, offering her arms some extra support, and moved into her line of sight once more. “How does that feel?”

Brandi let herself reflect on it for a beat, trying to let the strangeness settle. “Different,” she said, “but not bad. I’m okay.”

He nodded. “You should have a little leeway with the post, but if it pulls too tight, tell me. The point isn’t pain.”

She grinned at him. “I thought pain was part of the whole BDSM thing?”

His brow furrowed and he reached out to trail his fingers down the length of her throat and down, between her breasts. He moved slowly enough that she was breathing unsteadily by the time he got to her stomach. “That’s a kind of BDSM. It’s not all one thing. Inflicting pain isn’t a sexual experience for me, and the last thing I want to do is make it one.”

She supposed she could see that perspective. “I don’t really crave pain,” she said honestly. “I just want…” Her voice trailed as she realized that she didn’t know how to articulate what she wanted.

Mikey’s fingers curved over her hip and he leaned close, running his nose along her jaw. “What is it you want, kitten? Tell me.”

Brandi turned her head to catch his lips and he retreated, his fingers gliding across her skin to circle her navel. She blew out a frustrated breath. “Release,” she said. “I just want to let go and for everything to still be all right.”

He smiled. “Very good.” His hand moved up, taking hold of one breast as he hovered over her lips again. “Give me your trust, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Brandi whined, reflexively trying to reach for him to pull him closer. Of course, her arms held fast to their bound position.

Mikey was generous and closed the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth while his hand kneaded her breast. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, as if they hadn’t kissed in days. As if this was more than sex. Then he pulled away and dropped down, capturing her neglected nipple with his mouth and tongue. It was delightful torture and Brandi moaned beneath him.

He didn’t linger there, releasing her chest entirely and sitting up to position himself over her. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice rough. “Let me get another look at that pussy.”

Brandi arched her back and widened her legs as much as she could, eager to surrender her body to him once more.

Mikey groaned and dragged his hands to her thighs, holding them in place. “Look at you, so fucking wet for me.” He swept two fingers through her folds, drawing a sharp gasp from her, and held them up so she could see the way they glistened. “I fucking love seeing what I do to you.” He reached down with that same hand and swirled his fingers around his length. “Watch me, Brandi. Do you see what you do to me? Do you see how goddamn hard I am for you?”

She could see, and she swore she could feel her body heating up in anticipation. “Yes,” she whispered. “I can see how hard you are, sir.” She licked her lips. “Please … please fuck me. Sir.”

He grunted and rocked forward, his tip pressing against her entrance. “I’m going to do so much more than fuck you.” He pushed the full length of his cock inside her, then, and growled as she gasped. Then he hauled her legs up to his shoulders, moved his hands to her hips, and let loose.

Brandi cried out as Mikey drilled into her, hardly able to move and absolutely loving it. Her back arched, her toes curled, and his teeth closed over her bouncing nipple in the faintest sting of unexpected pain.

It felt like no time at all before she was riding on the edge of oblivion.

“I want you to come for me, Brandi,” Mikey breathed, his lips sliding against her skin. “Come now.”

His words, and the press of his fingers combined with the angle of his hips, unlocked the thing inside her that had held her in check. Her body shook with the force of the orgasm that burst through her in blistering waves, her arms straining again to reach for him. The fact that she couldn’t, and yet he was still right there with her, was significantly more reassuring than she might have expected.

Mikey rocked with her, slowing but never ceasing his movements as he helped her ride it out. His hands swept over her skin, caressing and squeezing, as his lips found new places to kiss and suck. When she began to return to her senses, he pulled her legs from his shoulders and pushed to his knees, using his hands at her hips again to hold her where he wanted her. “You come so pretty,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. “I’m gonna need to see it again.” He slammed a little harder into her core. “Need to make a fucking mess out of you, kitten.”

Fresh heat coursed through her and Brandi gasped, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head. She should have been much too sensitive so soon after release.

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