Page 34 of Captive Mafia Wife

‘Cause even though I’ll be the one on my knees, he’ll be entirely at my mercy.

“And no,” I add. “I don’t bite.”

Often.

Hips rolling, I stride over to him, flattening my palm against the center of his chest. Holding his gaze, I push him backward until he falls onto the bed and sits on the edge.

He’s staring up at me for once.

I stand over him, Freya Warrior Princess, ready to go into battle.

“I’m going to make you weak. Make you beg for mercy.” Placing my hands on his knees, I lean forward, close enough to kiss him. “You’re going to be begging me to let you come.”

“Letme come?”

“Allow you to, if and when I choose.” I brush my lips over his. When he tries to kiss me, I pull back.

“A sliver of power,” he murmurs, “and she goes crazy.”

“Crazy? You’re the one who’s about to lose your mind.” I sink to my knees, making him hold my gaze as I slowly unbuckle that leather belt of his, letting my fingers brush over his already-growing erection.

His eyes burn into mine, the hunger and desire reflected in their depths mirroring my own. The tension between us is palpable, the air thick with anticipation as I finally free his erection from his pants, lightly dragging the backs of my knuckles along his stiff shaft. He gasps softly.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it as I gaze into his eyes. He lets out a low groan at my touch. The power I have over him is almost intoxicating; he's so eager, so desperate for me, while I can take my time, savoring the moment.

“Please.” His hands go behind him as he leans back, thrusting his hips up, needing me to take him in my mouth.

“I haven’t even begun, and you’re already begging.”

He swallows hard, his deep brown eyes searching mine, trying to read my intentions. He has beautiful eyes, something I’d never noticed before given their usual hard expression. Now, with his wanting me so badly, I almost feel connected to him in his need.

Drunk on power, I push the thought away, letting Dominatrix Freya out to play.

I lean in closer, my breath warm against his skin as I continue to stroke him. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he's holding himself back. But not for long.

"I'm going to free you from this prison," I say softly, my fingers moving faster now, teasing the sensitive skin of his cock with a quick lash of the tip of my tongue. “Even as you hold me captive in yours.”

His breath hitches, his body trembling slightly with desire and anticipation. He lets out a low growl, lunging forward, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly as I continue to stroke him, his hips moving instinctively to meet my hand.

"You want to be free?" he asks hoarsely, his eyes locking onto mine with a raw intensity that makes my stomach flutter. "To not be locked away, caged in by these walls and rules and me? Or do you want to live?"

His words strike fear into my heart, remembering the self-inflicted danger that brought me here in the first place. Frustrated with myself, I take it out on his cock.

The head of his cock tastes salty and sweet, the skin warm and firm beneath my tongue. I stroke him slowly, taking him deeper into my mouth as I savor the feel of him against my lips.

The veins in his shaft are throbbing, a testament to his arousal. I increase the pace of my strokes, my hand moving up and down his length with reckless abandon. My mouth moves in tandem, sucking and slurping at his head as I tease and tantalize.

I glance up at him. The sight of him losing control is almost too much for me to bear; his eyes are wide and glassy, his lips parted slightly as he pants for air. His chest rises and fallsrapidly, each breath sending another wave of arousal through him.

"Fuck...yes," he groans, unable to hold back any longer. It's music to my ears; I want him to lose control, to let go and surrender to me. "Fuuuuuck." He thrusts upward as I suck and stroke him. Releasing my shoulders, he leans back, his hands tight around the bedding, covers shifting as he grips them.

I smile around him, feeling powerful and in control.

His hands release the covers and reach for me, tighten in my hair, guiding me as I bob my head up and down his shaft. The pulsing of his cock throbs against my lips. He smells and tastes of man and desire, intoxicating and irresistible.

He moans loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily as I explore every inch of him with my mouth. He moans my name. “Freya. God, Freya. You’re incredible.” His words are a victory cry for me.

He's desperate for release.

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