Page 45 of Married to the Mafia

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“And be dead by nightfall. You know I could rip those clothes off you and flick that switch and leave you there for the entire city to stare at. How would you like that? Lickyou to orgasm with all those people watching, that what you want?”

“Go to hell.”

“This is for your own good. I’m keeping you here to protect you, Rose. You’ll be killed if I let you out.”

“You keep saying that. Why should I believe you?”

“Remember what Ricardo did to you last time?” His voice shifts, becoming gentler. “I’m keeping you here to keep you safe. If you’d just calm the fuck down and think properly, you’d realize I’m trying to help you.”

“By tying me to the bed? Thanks a lot.”

“Being tied down can be punishment but it can also be pleasure.”

“What is pleasurable about this?”

He leans down and kisses me, and to my eternal shame, I kiss him back. His tongue slips into my mouth and my body comes to life. I know I’m fucking up big time, but I can’t help myself. Something about his embrace does things to me I never expected to happen.

I’m a mess. My head hurts from trying to work it out. I want to go home, but I can’t. I want to stay with him, but I mustn’t. I can’t stay with someone who treats me this way. Like I’m an animal to be tamed.

His kisses move down to my neck. His hand goes to my chest, squeezing my tits through my top. My nipples harden at once and I fight my bonds again, this time not wanting to get away, but wanting to touch him. To move him, to touch me between my legs, the place where an ache is already building.

He lifts my top, pulling down my bra so my tits are exposed. Then he stands up and walks over to the switch on the wall. “I flick this and the world gets to see you like that,” he says. “You going to behave, or do I let them see?”

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Dino

Dino

She’s looking at me with an expression I work out at once. She’s not sure if she’s allowed to want this. It’s easy to understand.

Women get told desire is shameful. They have it drip fed into them that wanting dirty things is all kinds of wrong. They can only be madonnas or whores and nothing in between.

“It’s okay to say yes,” I tell her, my finger hovering on the switch.

She still looks nervous. A few minutes ago, she wanted to stab me and now she looks very different.

I know it was the kiss that did it. The way her lips feel against mine changes me every single time. Makes me wonder about myself. Maybe I’m not as dead inside as I thought I was.

I flick the switch, and she shakes her head. “No, don’t.”

The screens on the window shift and suddenly there’s a ton of light in the room. She’s more nervous than she needs to be. Most people in the city don’t even notice what’s goingon right in front of them, let alone through a window three stories up.

Across from my place is an office and there’s people typing away in there. None of them are looking our way. “Say the word if you want it to end,” I tell her, my finger still on the switch.

She looks at me, and her eyes bulge. “Please, for fuck’s sake. Don’t let them see me.”

I pause for a few delicious seconds before flicking the switch again. The window screens shift and she’s no longer visible to the outside world.

“How did it feel knowing the world could see your tits?”

“Awful. Humiliating.”

I smile. “Exciting too?”

She shakes her head, but then a tiny smile flickers on her lips and I know the truth. She can’t admit it yet, but she will. She’s an exhibitionist.

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