Page 72 of Mob Bride

It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbors with an adjoining wall; otherwise, there’d be no doubt what’s going on here.

“Daddy, may I come?”

“Yes,cailín.Come on my tongue.”

With a long moan, she can’t help but press her calves against my back as her thighs squeeze the sides of my head. It’s obvious she’s a runner from the strength. It’s like she puts my head in a vise, but I don’t mind. Knowing she’s getting off is everything to me.

When she sighs, and I know her orgasm’s done, I thrust three fingers into her. When she gasps and clutches my shoulders, she leans forward. It’s an involuntary reaction. Her right hand goes to the back of my head, pressing me closer as my lips go back to her clit, but I pull away.

“Hands behind you, no touching.”

“Please, just let me touch some part of you.”

“Oh, you are, little one. My tongue and my fingers are definitely touching you.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Shane, I really need this right now.”

I shift my focus and meet her imploring gaze. This is a different type of connection she needs between us. It’s not just about receiving physical pleasure, and I get it because this is so much more than just that. I reach my free hand out to her, grasping her wrist and giving it a gentle tug. When she brings it forward, I entwine our fingers together.

I observe her the entire time, and I know this is exactly what she needs. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, too. A sense of calm settles over me, and I’ve never felt more like I have a partner in all of this. I continue to work her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her clit as the three fingers stroke her g spot. I continue to lock gazes with her.

It’s intoxicating watching the different expressions flash across her face in a way I never cared about in my past. Before Carrie, it was about getting a woman off and getting myself off. Yeah, I wanted them to enjoy every moment, and BDSM—which is what I always preferred—is about far more than just orgasms. There’s a give and take—but in the end—in my situation—it boiled down to domination and submission, not romance or lasting emotional connections. This is exactly what I want with Carrie. I want our connection to last well beyond me finger fucking her.

“Daddy, may I come again?”

“So soon, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can’t help it. Too much pent-up lust for you.”

She smiles, but I know she’s concentrating on not coming until she gets my permission. I wait and count to ten before I agree.

“Come for me, Carrie.” She’s quick to follow my instructions. She squeezes my fingers, pushing my wrist into an awkward position, but I know she doesn’t realize it. Once again, her heels dig into my back as her entire body trembles.

“Yes, Daddy.”

The dresser bangs rhythmically, a harmony to her moans. When she’s done, her head tilts back, and I watch her chest rise and fall with each inhale. I let her catch that breath before I lift her with her legs still over my shoulders high enough for me to kiss her pussy. Then I guide one leg down to my waist, then the other.

It proves flexibility I didn’t realize she had. It conjures images of Kamasutra poses that have always intrigued me, but I’ve never successfully tried. A bunch of them I’ve never tried at all. These are things I’ll share only with Carrie. It’s a novel idea. I’m no man whore, but I’m certainly experienced.

“I have more planned, little one. Catch your breath.” I wink.

My brothers, cousins, and I realized all the men of our generation in the Four Families have similar predilections and proclivities. We’re all into BDSM. When the guys and I figured that out, we had a moment of fear the other families could exploit it as our weakness. That’s the last thing we wanted. So, all of us invested and became silent partners in the best sex clubs in the city.

We don’t need our names on the letterheads or anything, but we have the membership lists. We know where all the influential people in New York go to get their rocks off. We know who likes to spank and who likes to be spanked. We’ve bribed more than one government official or investor with those little nuggets of information. They don’t know how we know since our investments are so tangled in the stratosphere nobody can track them back to us. Finn is an amazing accountant. He works miracles down to the last penny. The guy flips if he can’t reconcile an account down to the last five cents.

“I’m guessing I can’t ask what’s next.”

I carry the woman I’ve fallen for to the bed. I put her down on the side where her clothes still are. It’s purposely the side away from the door. She knows I have a gun on me. I haven’t hidden it from her because there’s no point. Not when she usually carries one herself and not when she knows exactly who and what I am.

But even though I know she can defend herself, and even if she had her gun with her, I’d still take her to the far side of the room where I can guard her against anybody who comes in. She will never sleep closer to the door. I will always make myself the target before her. I will always position myself to shoot without her being in the way.

“You can, but you won’t get an answer besides this.”

I snag her bra and give her a devilish smile. I put her hands over her head. I use the straps to bind her wrists above her head and around the bar in the headboard. I’d always liked thisbed’s style. I didn’t choose it because I thought about binding a woman to it. That’s just a pleasant benefit.

Some guys in my family have taken women back to their places, and some who’ve had established contracts with subs have gotten apartments for them to meet away from a club and on a neutral ground that wasn’t either person’s primary residence.

I’ve been one who goes to women’s homes I’m involved with. I’ve had steady agreements with two women at the club I belong to, but in no way are they dating or even strictly monogamous. If I go to the club, and they’re there, terrific. If they want to arrange something in advance, wonderful. But they’re free to do as they please, and I’m free to do as I please. Those arrangements ended, but I need to let the women know. Carrie’s the only one I want.

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