Page 44 of Captive Mafia Wife

I remove my fingers, sliding them from her. She smiles at me. “That was incredible?—”

“I’m not done, princess.” She gives me a curious look. “Part your legs.”

Obediently, she spreads her feet further apart till the restriction of the thong around her thighs stops her. I grab the crop, moving closer. She watches, wide-eyed in shock, as I bring the handle of the crop between her thighs.

I replace my fingers with the handle of the crop. It's cold and hard, contrasting with my warm fingers. She’s so wet as I slowly insert it inside her, feeling the tightness of her muscles as they resist my invasion. But she wants this, needs this, and soon, she surrenders to my intrusion.

Then, I flick the button, turning on the vibrating handle.

She skyrockets onto her tiptoes, chains rattling as her back arches. “Oh my God!”

As I begin to thrust steadily, slowly but relentlessly, into Freya with the crop's vibrating handle, she lets out a softmoan of pleasure and pain. Her body shakes and trembles as she surrenders completely to the sensations that are building within her.

"That's it," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let yourself go. Let me take you wherever this takes you."

I watch her beautiful face as I use my other hand to rub lube against her swollen clit. “Oh. My. God.” Freya's breathing quickens, her body arching and twisting with every thrust of the crop, each circle from the pad of my thumb over her sensitive clitoris.

“Look at me,” I command. “Look at me while I make you come.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the depth of her desire mirrored in their depths. It's an intense and powerful exchange that only fuels the burning fire between us. I turn up the power on the vibrator.

“Holy. Fuck.” She’s no match for the intensity of what’s inside her. As Freya's body begins to tremble uncontrollably, her orgasmic release washes over her in waves. “FRED. RICK.”

"That's it," I whisper, moving my thumb faster, my voice thick with desire. "Let go, give in, let yourself fall completely into this moment."

“God! Fredrick! Fuuuuck!” she screams into the empty room, her arms stretching up, her body taut. “Fuck!”

Slipping the crop from inside her, I toss it to the floor. I kiss her lips, kissing her through the aftershock waves of the orgasm as she shudders against me. Still kissing her, I reach up, pressing a button on each cuff to unlatch them,freeing her wrists.

Her arms collapse and she wraps them around my neck, holding me tight as we kiss.

I feel so close to her now; I know she needed this escape. To my complete and heavenly shock, she drops to her knees. Gazing up at me with those sexy green eyes, she runs the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, those pretty fingers with their sparkly silver tips going to my belt buckle.

“Nom de Dieu!” I reach up, gripping the chains in my hands for something to anchor me to this world as her perfect mouth wraps around my already pulsing cock. “God damn.”

Soon, I’ll have to break this spell by telling her about my earlier phone call with Callum. He called as we were leaving the house, heading for the club. The news he shared with me will surely break her heart.

Freya will probably never be safe in Glasgow.

And never be able to go back to her beloved home.

But this moment?

I’m holding on to those chains, letting her blow my mind.

Chapter Twelve

Freya

Returning to Norse Garden,I slip off my heels and flop onto my bed like I’ve just come home from a long night at the club.

Did I say Norse Garden?

Gah!

I mean here at Wee Inverness.

The place must be growing on me.

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