Page 47 of Mafia Rules

I move behind her so we are both facing the mirror. I move her hair to the side and kiss her neck, the heat of my body on her back. “Ready?”

“Yes, my love.” Her words are laced with a hidden excitement that she struggles to conceal.

I slowly unzip her dress and slide the straps over her shoulders, exposing a delicate black lace bra. Her dress cascades to the floor, the fabric whispering softly as it falls.

I relieve her of her bra by undoing the clasp on her chest. With her breasts free from restriction, I grab each one in my hands and rub her nipples as we watch in the mirror. She rubs her ass on my crutch. I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Don’t move.”

I ease my grip for a moment, allowing her to acknowledge with a nod. With a straight posture, she locks eyes with me through the mirror.

I step back and sit on the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on my shirt and then removing it, never taking my eyes off her.What a fucking beauty.

I reach down and remove my socks. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” I command.

She holds in a slight giggle but obeys, staring straight ahead.

I stand up and remove my pants. She’s a good girl, and she keeps her attention on herself. My eyes never leave her, and when I remove my boxers, she’s not so good. I notice her gaze flicker to my erection before she looks away.

I walk toward her, bending her over, my hard cock slipping between the cracks of her cheeks. “I said to only look at you.” My mouth is crushed up against her ear.

“Yes, sir.” She moans.

I run my hand down her stomach, reaching for her wetness, eagerly entering her with my fingers. With my other hand, I force her head to look down in the mirror and watch. “Do you like this, Eve? Do you like my fingers in you?”

“Yes.” Small moans escape her mouth; she’s struggling to stand straight.

Removing my fingers from her, I bring them close to her face. With an open mouth, she leans over and eagerly sucks on them.My cock is at its peak of hardness.How the fuck am I going to get through tying her up?

I trace my fingers from her lips, over her nipple to her wet pussy, sticking them as far into her as possible.I pull my fingers out. This time, her taste is for me. I lick them hungrily as she watches. I walk back to the bed, figuring out what position to start her in. “Lay on the bed,” I command.

She obediently crawls onto the bed, moving slowly and sensually with her butt arched up before finally collapsing onto her back against the soft pillows. With her legs spread wide, she teases me by rubbing her glistening clit, inviting me to watch. Her fingers then meet her outstretched tongue, tasting the saltiness of herself.

“Fuck, Eve.” I hang my head, losing my patience and just wanting to fuck her. I turn back to the ropes and grab one, bringing it over to the side of the bed. I can feel the weight of her intense gaze following my every move.

I kneel on the bed beside her, ready to instruct her to pose. “Hands over your head.”

She lifts them up, waiting for me to tie her. I lean over, do a simple knot but don’t pull the rope tight. Tonight is to get used to it. I’ll condition the ropes so they don’t hurt her next time.

“Feet together.” I bind them together. “Lay on your side.” She rolls over while I get more ropes. I rope her knees to her stomach, putting her into a fetal position.

“Are you okay?” I whisper softly, worrying I’ve gone too far.

“Fuck me, Ash.” A sly, mischievous smile accompanies her reply.

I obey her order this time. I make sure she’s ready by rubbing her clit and fingering her some more. The ropes are too loose, letting her move back and forth, riding my fingers.

I pull my fingers out and cradle her in my arms while we both lie on our side, slipping my cock deep inside of her slowly. All theway in, I pause, then pull out slowly, letting her miss me, then repeat. When I’m close to coming, my pace increases. I reach around to her front and rub her clit while I pound into her pussy. Her legs shake, and her moans intensify as she comes, making me come.

I hug her to me as we both pant heavily on the bed. I kiss her shoulder, then get the ropes off her body, throwing them on the floor. I lean in and kiss her soft lips over and over.

“Did you like it?” I ask, while feeling her body pressing tightly against mine.

“It was hard not to laugh at you with that tone.” She laughs, making me laugh too.

“But it was okay? You’re okay?” I ask once more, a knot of uneasiness forming in my stomach.

“I liked it.” As she lies back on the bed, her fingers gently trace the contours of my scruffy face.

“What did you like?”

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