Page 83 of Mafia King: Matteo
“I’m relieved I’m not expected to clean and dust.”
“That’s the idea. You’re my principessa.”
We turned in for the night, and I lay naked in bed as Matteo fussed over something with the mattress. There’s never been a night we’re together that we don’t make love.
Matteo pulls the straps from under the bed and lays them on the bed. He kisses my body and wraps a soft Velcro cuff around my wrists. His hands slide down my body, and when he reaches my feet, he binds my ankles.
“What are you doing?” I’m slightly alarmed, but he wouldn’t hurt me.
“This is an introduction to bondage. I’m going to torment you with pleasure, and when you’re ready to come, I’ll fuck you, but you’re not touching me.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun,” I smirk.
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.”
The sounds of his words give me chills, and my nipples harden under his gaze. His staff moves without detection, so I’m not surprised when he lifts a wine glass from the nightstand and takes a sip.
Then he leans over me and feeds me the wine. It’s sweet and warm. A drop touches my lips, and he sucks it before he kisses me. This kiss is different. It’s gentle, and his warm lips linger. He uses his fingers and dribbles wine down my abdomen. I close my legs defensively because it surprises me.
He moves to align himself with my body and bends his head, licking the wine drops one at a time. I am slick between my legs. This is torture. I moan and writhe under the pleasure.
I twist defensively.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He gives me a mischievous smile, and I hate him for making me vulnerable. My body craves him, and my heart feels things I’ve never experienced. Can I trust him to hold up his end of our marriage deal?
His soft hands move over my body, and he pauses for more wine. He feeds it into my mouth, and we kiss as the warm liquid slides down my throat. The act is incredibly sexual. I long for him to slip his huge cock inside me.
His mouth devours mine. I tug at the restraints to touch him, and I long to grab his hair, but I know it’s futile.
His lips move to my neck, and he runs a hand through my long hair. Our eyes meet, and my heart hurts with the feelings I have been suppressing. I’m afraid to trust, but I know that the trust we’re building is a foundation for our future, and I want him to love me.
His hands continue down my body, moving methodically and slowly. I inhale as if I could come on command, but I want to feel his cock in me.
His fingers slip inside me, and I gasp. I tug at the restraints.
“Fuck me, Matteo.”
“No.” His dangerous tone is followed by eyes that flash at my demand.
“Yes.”
“This is making love, Alena. I will take my time. You are the only woman I’ve ever had in my bed.”
My heart melts. I’m special to him.
He moves his lips between my legs and sucks my juice like it’s as sweet as the wine he fed me.
Mother of God, I can’t take it anymore. Goosebumps cover my body, and the hair on the nape of my neck rises. I lift my hips off the bed to grind into his face.
“I’m going to come.”
“Don’t come,” he orders.
“I can’t help it,” I gasp as I feel my body levitating above the bed. Pleasure consumes me. My head is empty and void of thoughts.
He fingers me and sucks my clit—working in tandem. I twist and pull at the cuffs again.
My clit hardens. I’m about to come as his cock slams into me. My orgasm erupts, and a shrill scream fills the room. It’s my scream, and it continues as I come again and again.
