Page 34 of Mafia Rules

“Open.” Her thumb is at my lips and enters my mouth as soon as it opens. “Suck.”

I happily oblige. She strokes my tongue with her thumb, then removes it. Taking a strawberry from her bowl, she puts it to my lips. “Bite.” Again, I do as I’m told. The sweetness of the berry fills my mouth. She eats the rest of the berry.

The doorbell interrupts our play. “Your gift has arrived. May I?” I gesture toward the door. She lowers her head in agreement.

I retreat to the door and grab my packages, thanking my runner. I bring them to the dining room table.

“What’s this?” I feel Eve’s arms wrap around my waist before snuggling into my side.

“Open it and see.” I try to hide my excitement. Her idea was a great one. The thought of exploring new things with Eve made me happy. Not just sex things.

Eve reaches into the bag and takes out a black box. On the top, the word Kinbaku is written in silver. I catch her curious gaze as she glances in my direction. She takes the lid off the box, and inside are blue ropes, conditioning wax, and rope oil.

“It’s something I’ve never done but always been interested in,” I say, picking up one of the rope bundles. “Would you be open to it?”

“What would you do?”

“It’s tight rope bondage. I’d put you in a position where you can’t move and do things to you. Enjoyable things.”

She feels the rough rope in her hands.

“It needs to be oiled and conditioned. I’d make sure never to leave a mark and stop whenever you wanted me to.”

We linger in the moment, giving her all the time she needs to think it through.

“And I could do this to you?” she asks.

“Yes. You can do whatever you want to do to me.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “There’s more.”

She takes another box out of the bag, and it’s the same whip she used on me tonight. “It’s called a riding crop.”

Immediately, she takes it out of the box and playfully slaps it on her hand. With her eyes in my direction, she raises the tip of the whip to my chin. I don’t move. My cock hardens as I wonder how she’s going to use it later.

Putting the whip aside, she reaches back into the bag with more curiosity. She takes out a candle. “Oil candle. You want me to drip this on you?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart.” I shove my hands in my pockets, wanting to rip that dress off her, but she’s in control tonight.

She reaches into the bag for the last item. A pink bullet vibrator. “Has anyone ever used this on you before?”

“I’ve used something like that when playing.” I reach for the toy in her hand and place it on the table. “But I don’t want to talk about what I’ve done with other people anymore.” I kiss her fingers.

“It's our playtime.” With a tight grip around my neck, she kisses me passionately, food forgotten.

20

EVE

Ash follows me like a good boy to the bedroom. I feel his hard cock against my back as we bear walk through the hall, his arms wrapped tightly around me as I hold my new whip proudly.

Once we enter the bedroom, he relinquishes control, eager to hear what I want. His expression is new to me. Softer and more gentle than when we’ve just fucked.

Picking up where we left off, I run the end of the whip from his chest to his stomach. “Off.”

As Ash discards his shirt, the soft glow of light against his skin highlights the definition of his muscles. With his chin held high, his eyes bore into mine, exuding a seductive energy. With his arms casually hanging at his sides, he stands immobile, ready for me to give him the next order.

I run my whip down his bare chest, half expecting him to grab it and use it on me. Instead, he shows patience. I put the whip down, wanting to use my hands instead. His skin is taunt and soft. I kiss his chest, then lick his skin. He lets out a slow sigh.

I move my fingertips down his center to his belt. I inch my fingers behind it and yank him closer to me. He grabs my arms. “No touching.” I remind him.

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