Page 55 of Mafia King's Forbidden Vows

A rueful smile climbs his lips, “Oh, you’ll touch me, baby, but only after I touch you.” With a teasing stroke of his thumb, he slides my dress down my torso, hanging at my waist.

He holds my hands steady over my head, then unbuckles his belt with his free hand.

“I’m gonna show you magic, Princess; I’ll be the Daddy I promised you I’d be… in bed! And Daddy will now pleasure you in ways you never even imagined were possible.”

My heart is thumping in my chest as he whispers these words into my ears. The folds in between my legs are becoming more moist by the minute. Maybe it’s the anticipation as he straps his belt tightly around my waist. Or it’s how his hardened member rubs against my lower belly through his pants. Fuck.

He loosens his tie and then ties my hands with it in slow, deliberate motions, all the time not taking his eyes off me. I suck in my breath sharply as his tongue lays hold of my nipple again, rolling in circles around them until a sensational shiver convulses my body and draws even more juices from my pussy.

“Yes, baby, arch your back for me like that.”

I release a silent gasp, my hands struggling to free themselves and yank his clothing off him. Having experienced what I did my first time with him, I want to run my hands along his body again. I desperately want to cling to those ripped abs of his while he plunges his glorious cock into my wetness.

Another moan soars from my lips like a rehearsed melody as he grabs one breast in one hand and the other in his mouth. One of his thighs is lifted, supporting my body against the wall.

His large, coarse hands skim over my body, stopping to massage my breasts, then trace the lines along my lips. With my handstied and my waist held in place by him pulling on the free end of the belt he has strapped around me, I’m at his full mercy.

He holds my neck with his free hand while suckling on me until I desperately try to dig my hips into his thighs in an attempt to grind against his thick cock. And when I do, I cry out from sheer pleasure.

“You’re my fucking undoing,Principessa(Princess). Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll arrange the seas to your comfort if that’s what you order me right now.”

His voice is hoarse and dangerously low.

“I want you, Elio. I want to touch you, to feel you inside of me. I want you to make love to me.”

A growl emanates from him as he grabs me from off the wall and moves me to the couch beside the built-in bookshelf.

He lowers himself down and lifts my dress, putting his nose in between my legs and sniffing like a rabid dog.

When I feel the wetness of his tongue on my panties, I lift my waist in response, crying out for him to take me already.

“I love how sweet you taste,Principessa; it makes me want to eat you right out of these fucking panties. Do you want that,Bellissima?”

I nod immediately. I love the way Elio touches me, and I’m sure his head game would be even more pleasurable.

He shifts the hem of my black panties to the side and slides the tip of his tongue over my wet pussy.

“God!” I scream.

“Shhh…easy,Bellissima, easy…” He lowers the tip of his tongue again, running it up and down my clit until my thighs begin to tremble and my vagina begins to contract with my approaching orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” I say, thrusting my hips against his tongue faster. He lifts his head, yanking my panties down.

“No,Bella, you can’t cum yet. You only cum when I allow you to. Understand?”

“Yes…yes…”

A low chuckle rumbles from his throat as he reaches into the drawer in his office to get something. It looks like the smaller version of a boat paddle.

“What’s this?” My voice catches in my throat as he inserts the handle into my mouth.

“Shhh…close your eyes now and just make Daddy happy.”

He takes out a blindfold from one of the drawers and puts it over my eyes. My instincts take over as I move my mouth up and down along the length of the paddle’s handle.

“Very good,” he slips it out of my mouth. I don’t expect what is coming after. A loud smack on my thigh causes me to arch my back, screaming with pain.

“You don’t want that? I can stop if you don’t like it.”

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