Page 46 of Mafia Rules

“I’m ready when you are, beautiful,” Ash says, holding his hand out for me to take.

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ASH

The elevator doors open to my condo, and Eve enters first, dropping her bag on the floor. She walks straight to the black box on the table. Leaning on the doorframe, I watch as she removes the blue ropes, examining the conditioning items.

“Can we use it now?” Her hand runs over the course rope.

“The conditioner will make it softer,” I say, rubbing my chin, imagining how delicious she will look being tightly bound.

“Do you know how? To do the knots?” She holds up one rope.

I approach her and take the rope from her hand, kissing her fingers. I make a simple knot. “Overhand knot.”

I grab another rope and form another knot. “Overhand on a bight knot. What I’ll use on your wrists and ankles.” I slip it over her wrist and tighten it, hauling her closer to me.

I take another rope and do a more complicated knot. “Lark’s head. Used as a hitch. To connect one rope to another.”

“Why isn't it all one rope?” She plays with the rope on her wrist.

“It’s more comfortable for the submissive.” I observe her wrestle with the rope, her face contorted in a mix of frustration and determination. I’ll hold back unless she wants me to help. After some maneuvering, she undoes the knot, and a smile of accomplishment spreads across her face.

“Will I get to tie you up?” Teasingly, she folds the rope and taps it on my chest, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You can do whatever you want to me, love.” I kiss her forehead, but she’s too distracted with the box of ropes to pay attention to me. What I would give to know what she’s thinking right now.

“How do you know about the knots?”

“I’ve done some research online, and my Boy Scout years help.” I gently caress the side of her face with my fingertips. I take in her sweet doe eyes, amazed she’s touching things her innocence shouldn’t let her.

“So you’ve never done this with anyone?” Placing the rope on her lip, she bites it playfully, exuding a hint of seduction.

“No. And you’re the only person who knows it interests me.” I envy the rope in her mouth.

Eve grabs the ropes and holds them against her body. Grabbing my hand, she leads us to my bedroom. When she drops the ropes on the bed, I grab her while she’s bent over and push the side of her head gently into the bed. “Rose is your safe word,” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes, sir,” she says breathlessly.

Her ass is up in the air. I pull up her dress and expose her black lace panties. I stick my finger under them and caress her soft and now wet folds. “Are you going to be my good girl all night, Eve?”

“Yes, sir,” she repeats.

I continue playing in her wetness, bringing my fingers to my mouth for a taste. I stick one finger back inside her, and she grinds against my hand. I let her know, for now, she won’t beable to do that when she's tied up. I slip a second finger into her pussy, using my thumb to rub against her clit.

Her legs shake, and her moans are more audible, making sure to pay attention to what makes her louder. I pull my fingers out, my hand glistening from her sweetness. I yank her panties down and rip them off her body, bringing them to my nose to smell her. “Fuck.”

With her still bent over, I step back to get a better view and notice the pleasing roundness of her backside. With both hands, I gently spread her ass cheeks apart, feeling her arousal.

Bringing my lips to her clit, I can feel the warmth and wetness as my tongue glides over its sensitive bud and past its hood. I run my tongue up and down firmly while she grinds my face.

I pull back, not ready to let her come. It’s a long night ahead, and I plan to challenge her until she uses that safe word. “Stand,” I command.

She obeys. Smiling at me, we lock eyes, anticipating what is about to unfold. “No smiling.” I stand close to her, her breath on my neck. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

I grab her by the back of her hair and tug, making her look at me. My face is stone-cold, thinking of all the things I want to do to her body. To make her mine.

Stepping back, I carefully gather the ropes and neatly place them on my dresser. Through the mirror, I observe her hands fidgeting nervously as they fold in front of her. “Come,” I bark at her, pointing to my side. She obeys like a good girl.

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