Page 71 of The Mafia Assassin's Redemption
“I can.”
“You also can’t stop me from?—”
“Seeing your uncle? Yeah, actually, I can.” He sounds like he’s telling the truth, but if he’s wrong, or worse, lying… My chest tightens. “You keep away from him. Clear?”
She nods but her gaze skitters, and I don’t believe her.
I guide her along the path to the water, her heels clacking on the boardwalk.Mildred’s moored at the end, and the gangplank is remote controlled. But before I do anything else, I switch off the alarm. Whoever tries to get on without disabling it will get a shock to their system. Literally.
Not that anyone would. The disbelief on Harry’s face pretty much matches everyone else who seesMildred. As we walk onboard, she touches the side, her fingers grazing the artful rust I spent so much time applying. A surge of satisfaction rises in my chest.
“Whose ship is this?”
“Mine.” Once we’re onboard, soft lights flicker on. Most of it’s still as it was when I bought it. Mostly steel and bare bones. But the second level is the one I renovated. It’s decked out in soft woods, a galley and head, plus a shower. There’s also a lounge and a big berth. I have computer gear up there, too, a whole setup for when I need to get away.
“No, really?”
“Mine. I bought her. It’s a good place to lay low or even work from when I want.”
“She’s… pretty.”
“You thinkMildred’s pretty?”
Harry nods but she’s still clutching the evening bag tight. I want to slide my arms around her and kiss her hard and deep.
But I don’t think that’s going to calm her. She’s a sub who doesn’t know how it all works. Instinctively, she craves the discipline and dominance, although she fights it every step.
Or maybe she just needs her mind swamped by something to cling to, something that unites her hate and her inner battles and leads her to subspace.
I’m happy to perform that job.
She’s still wearing my jacket.
“Can someone get in?”
“Take off my jacket and your dress,” I say without responding to her question.
Her eyes snap to me. I turn on the thermostat so it’s comfortable, then power up my computer.
I half expect her to push back, but she doesn’t. She shrugs off the jacket, then strips off the dress.
My cock stirs.
This… I’m into.
“There’s a position I want you to get into. We’ll start simple. On the bed, on your knees. Head down and hands in front. Clasped. They should be behind your back but,” I say, stripping off my tie, “I’ll go easy.”
Harry shudders as she puts her trembling hands together. I wind the tie around her wrists, binding them. Christ, she’s pretty. With her tits out and those panties riding low in front, showing that she shaved herself bare for me… goddamn, she’s fucking hot.
I stroke a hand down the slope of her back and push lightly so her head and shoulders are down and her ass is in the air. I tug her hands forward and I move behind her, pulling those panties to the side so I can lap at her pussy.
She moans low and I leave her like that once I’m finished. Needful, wet, frustrated, in her head, and firmly heading to subspace. I can hear it in the small sigh she breathes. I know the sound. I’ve had other subs make it. But none as sweet and hot as Harry.
I stand in front of her, pulling out the chair where I’ve got my computer console set up. I hook the laptop up to the system’s Wi-Fi so I can move around with it. I slide in a thumb drive and I sit, only looking at her occasionally, her eyes on me, getting glassier by the minute. The quiver to that raised ass is almost perfect.
Almost, but…
I set the computer down and lower her panties to mid-thigh, and this time I sit so I can enjoy that view.
