Page 42 of Mafia Fire

I grab the bar and it rattles as I move but she doesn’t let the sound tempt her to open her eyes. Good, good girl. She was born for this lifestyle.

I move to her, kneeling on the floor behind her. “Just relax.” I grab her delicate ankle, small in my hand, and cuff her with the soft velvet interior of the clamp.

“Oh! Is this like some kind of handcuff for your ankle?”

“Something like that.” I move to her other ankle, clamping it in the second cuff. I run a hand up the back of her bare leg, enjoying the sight of chill bumps rising over her flesh. “It’s called a spreader bar and it will keep your legs spread for me if the things I do to you make you want to snap them closed.”

I bring my fingers up high between her thighs, dipping them along her sex, feeling her wetness. God, she’s already so slick, so ready for me. I haven’t even touched her.

I leave her, going back to my cabinet. I choose my little black oval-shaped flat disc vibrator, something that will remind her of that first night in the Garden of Eden.

When I return to her, I kneel down between her legs. “Look at me,” I say, my voice thick with desire for her.

She presses her hands into the bed, turning over her shoulder to eye me.

“See this?” I raise the vibrator to show her.

She gives a nod. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to use this to make you come. You’re already wet for me but since it’s your first time, I want to be sure your pussy is as ready for my cock as possible. Get comfortable.”

Her cheek returns to the back of her hand and she gives a shuddering sigh. She shifts her weight, adjusting her legs, testing the bar. It’s locked in place, firm and in control of her body, just as I am with her.

I turn the vibrator on, at the lowest speed. From where I kneel, I can see every inch of her beautiful sex, already glistening for me. I bring the vibrating disc to her pussy, pressing it against her vulva.

She gives a gasp, shooting up from the bed, the spreader bar holding her wide. “Oh my God.”

I hit the button again, increasing the strength of the vibrations. She pulls against the restraints as she moves, and they hold her in place. I run the vibrator over her smooth lips, up and down, up and down, until her hips start rocking back toward me, her beautiful ass open to me.

“Tell me… do you want to come for me, babygirl? Are you ready?”

“Yes, God, yes.” She gives a strangled moan, her fingers clutching at the bedding.

I hit the button once more, turning the vibrator on as high as it goes, and shove the disc against her clit. “Come for me, babygirl. Come, right now.”

She has no choice but to obey. She gives a loud cry. “Cannon!” Her legs want to clench together but the bar keeps her open for me. Arousal glistens at the entrance of her sex, spreading between her thighs. Her upper body shudders as she cries out my name again. “Oh my God, Cannon!”

I hold the vibrator to her, making her come again. She can’t take much more, a whine rising in the back of her throat.

I have to take her. Now. I toss the vibrator to the floor, greedy hands unlocking the cuffs from her ankles. The bar collapses to the floor with a rattle. I grab her hips, turning her over onto her back. She lies there spent, her breaths coming in pants.

I kiss her and the kiss reawakens her, the heady cloud of climax leaving her and the whole process starting over. My fingers find her slick sex and she’s just so wet, I can’t wait any longer.

I stand up from the bed, unbuttoning my shirt. She lies there, a hand lazily resting on her breast as she watches me undress. I can tell she likes what she sees as I slip out of my shirt and pants, her tongue wetting her lips before her teeth sink into her bottom lip in anticipation of what’s to come.

My cock is hard, so ready for her.

I have to be inside of her. Now. “You ready, babygirl?”

She gives a nod, her arms reaching up to wind around my neck. I slide my hand under her ass, pulling her up higher onto the bed. I leave my arm under her lower back, holding her close to me as I guide my cock toward her entrance as I kneel on the bed, rolling on a condom.

“I want your eyes on mine when I enter you.”

She stares up at me, her gaze full of trust, her lids heavy with desire. “Yes, sir.”

I press the head of my cock against her slick entrance. She’s so tight, and I’m huge and throbbing, so fucking turned on by her. I ease the tip of my cock inside of her.

“Are you okay, babygirl?”

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