Page 72 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
Rustling behind me tells me she’s obeyed.
Temptation takes over, and I finally turn toward her.
Fuck.
Her wide-eyed and kneeling. Beautiful body trembling. A familiar flush darkening her cheeks, neck, and chest. Is this why I returned to her apartment time and time again?
I whip the leather against my hand. A wake-up call to drive the thought away.
Her gaze fills with dread, even more so as I form the belt into a loop.
“What do you know about birds?”
Her jaw practically hits the floor. “Birds?”
“It’s not a difficult question, Riley. Motherfuckingbirds.”
“Yes,” she says. “As a matter of fact—”
I cut her off. “Chinese fishermen use a special bird to hunt fish.”
“Cormorants,” she replies. Wicked smart—I’m not surprised. “They can swim underwater and only eat fish and eels.”
My lips twist with delight because she’s missing the point. “How do the fishermen prevent their pets from swallowing the fish?” Fuck, the anticipation’s making me hard.
“They tie rope around their necks.”
If I had a fucking camera, I’d take a picture the moment her expression changes. Eyes wide and brilliant, lips parted, her expression oozing innocence.
“You’re going to strangle me?”
I shrug. Mindfucks might be my new hobby. “Not if you choked down every fucking drop like an obedient pet.”
Every part of her stills, and then she answers with a mindfuck of her own. “Do your worst, then.” She drags her tongue across her lips, like she’s waving a red flag at a bull. Brave, brave girl.
“Here.” I point to my feet.
She shuffles forward on her knees.
I lasso the belt around her neck, and then tighten the soft leather. Ironically, I’m the one who can’t breathe, the sight messing with my airways.
Her complete submission’s at my fingertips.
“Hands behind your back.”
She moves into the desired position.
With my free hand, I tear off my bathing shorts. She gasps as my rock-hard erection greets her, then surprises me again by eye-fucking it like my dick’s a just-out-of-reach treat she’s dying for a taste of.
She fucking likes this.
“Touch your pussy.”
Her cheeks flush, but she dips her hand between her thighs anyway.
“Two fingers inside.”
Her eyes brighten at the exact moment of penetration.
