Page 35 of Mafia Rules

With a smirk, he casually drops his hands to his sides. I relieve him of his belt, sliding it out of the loops of his pants. Slapping it against my hand after folding it up, I lock eyes with him.

Throwing his belt to the floor, I focus on his pants and the large lump in the front. I run my hand over his hard-on, teasing him, making him wait for my touch under his clothes.

I see his hand move, but he holds back like a good boy. I linger longer than I should, making him want my bare hand even more. I undo the button at the top and pull down his zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor, leaving his black boxers, showcasing his prominent bulge.

“Socks.” Stepping back, I observe him stepping out of his pants and carefully removing his socks. Waiting for my next command, he stands back at attention, his posture rigid and focused—much like his cock.

I retrieve my whip and gently place it on his stomach before leisurely walking around him, tracing it along his body. Standing behind him, I run my hand over his sturdy shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath my fingertips, softly pressing my lips against his back. I embrace him tightly around his waist and hug him as close as possible. I fucking love this man.

He lifts my hands from his stomach and turns to face me, bringing me into his chest and rubbing my back. “Are you having fun, sweetheart?” I feel his warm breath against my ear as he whispers.

I mutter, “Yes,” and tighten my hold on him. We stand like this for at least five minutes. I’m the first to pull away. “Break time is over.” I grin, and he retreats into his position with a sly grin.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks.

Tugging at his boxers, I trace the outline of his skin underneath his waistband, feeling the tension between us grow. I watch him breathe in and out softly, his eyes falling shut, as my hand ventures lower, feeling the warmth of his erect shaft under his boxers.

“Off.” I demand.

He reacts immediately, pulling slightly on the band of his boxers.

He stands naked in front of me, his cock erect and waiting for me. I take the whip and point it at his chest, making him move back toward the bed. “Sit,” I command.

He grabs the whip and brings me closer to him. “Use it on me,” he says before letting go of it.

I stutter, unsure if I could actually whip him. The thought of causing him pain didn’t interest me. It was more about the threat of it. I softly tap his chest with the end, hearing the muffled sound resonate in the room.

“Harder, Eve,” he whispers.

I tap him again, but only a little harder. My face flushes at his moan, and I’m surprised to feel myself getting aroused.

He grabs my hand on the whip and guides me to hit him harder. The sound of the whip hitting his skin echoes in the room. He moves my hand and the whip behind him, striking his backside with the whip before letting go of my hand. “Like that.” he murmurs.

I respond with a nod, still unsure. I wince as I bring the whip down on his skin, feeling the harsh impact reverberate through my body. His cock bounces eagerly in response.

“Sit,” I command, throwing the whip on the floor.

Ash perches on the bed, his weight resting on the palms of his hands as he leans back. His stiff cock pointed upward, silently demanding to be noticed.

“Show me how you like to be stroked.” I lower myself between his legs to observe from up close. I wanted to memorize how fast or slow he wanted to be rubbed. What parts of his cock he liked touched the most.

He stays reclined, supported by one arm, as he brings his other hand forward and grabs the head of his cock.

“Tell me what you like as you do it,” I instruct. My mouth waters from being so close to his cock, but I remind myself to wait before satisfying my craving.

“This is the most sensitive part.” He points to a spot just under the head of his cock. “I like it sucked and licked.”

Breaking my own rule, I nod and lean forward, tracing my tongue along the spot he pointed to. I crave his taste in my mouth.

With his hand on the base of his cock, he slaps it against my lips. My mouth opens on command, and I take as much of him in as I can. Then I sit back.

“Next.” I touch my fingers to my lips.

He strokes his cock slowly at first, his large hand covering much more than mine could. His thumb and index finger tightly flow up and down. His speed picks up, and his whole body shakes. I lean on his legs, my face close to his cock. His moans grow louder as I watch, licking my lips.

He grabs my head and pulls my mouth down on his cock, just as he lets go. I feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat, making me gag at first. Then, the salty taste fills my mouth as I try to swallow it all. I lick up any that spilled out—running my tongue along his weakened shaft.

“Sorry. That whip shit had me going.” He runs his hand through my hair, then down my cheek.

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