He doesn’t just look at me like he wants me. He looks at me like he owns me already.
When my boss let himself into my apartment and left a stunning dress on my bed along with a note instructing me to put it on and be ready for him to take me out tonight, I wasn’t shocked.
Not just because he’s the infuriatingly sexy heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city, or even because he already bent me over my desk and spanked my bare ass bright red earlier today.
It didn’t shock me because when he lets his eyes roam over me, he doesn’t even try to hide it.
He wants me to know he’s envisioning my virgin body bucking and writhing beneath him in helpless, desperate ecstasy as I come the way a girl like me comes for a mob boss like him.
Hard.
Author: Maria Monroe
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 55,100 words
Excerpt
“No, please,” she whimpers.
In response, I shove the plug in farther, and she cries out at the intrusion, contracting around the silicone device.
I smack her ass hard, a reminder that she’s not in control, not here, not now. “It’s going all the way in now, Ivy,” I whisper into her ear. “Are you ready?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Yes,” I insist and quickly pull the plug out just slightly before twisting it as I push it deep inside her, all the way in, the flanged base settling against her cheeks.
“No, it hurts!” she cries. “Please, Axel, it hurts.”
“Take a deep breath, Ivy,” I instruct. “It’s not coming out. Not yet. You said you wanted pain. I will deliver pain.”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is small.
What she doesn’t know is that the plug can vibrate, controlled by an app on my phone. When I turn it on, she jumps at the sensation, but says nothing. Only a guttural moan lets me know the feeling is a lot for her to take.
“Now get all the way on the bed and lie on your back.”
She does, slowly, the loss of her sense of vision disorienting her a bit, I’m sure. From the dresser I get leather cuffs for both her ankles and wrists, lined with fur so they’ll be soft against her skin. They’re attached to chains that I can secure to the metal loops on the base of my bed, there for this specific purpose.
I take my time binding her, and she’s compliant, allowing me to restrain her so she’s spread wide, arms and legs outstretched, the plug buzzing in her ass the entire time.
I grab a crop from the dresser and, once I return to the bed, begin to stroke the leather over her skin. Her body shudders as I move it along her stomach and swirl it across her nipples. It travels back down again, and I gently tap it against her clit.
“Oh, god,” she moans.
I reach down and touch her clit with my fingers, finding it swollen. Hard. She’d come so fast if I let her. But it’s not quite time for that.
I tap her clit again with the crop, gently, then slap her pussy with it.
She hisses in response, her body trying to curl up in protection but unable to because she’s restrained.
I do it again, watching her struggle against the restraints.
A third strike, this time harder, and she cries out in pain, though there’s more than a hint of pleasure in her distress, and I see her trying to resist wriggling, the vibration in her ass no doubt feeling good, much better than she anticipated it would, while still keeping her uncomfortably spread.
Twice more I spank her pussy, and twice more she offers a muted scream. I stop then, retrieving from my dresser a high-powered vibrator.
Her body pauses when I turn it on, the loud humming most likely piquing her curiosity, but she can’t see with the blindfold. I bring it closer to her, then touch it to her right thigh. She jumps slightly. I touch her other thigh with it.
She sighs in anticipation, and I don’t make her wait. I bring it between her legs, holding it against her clit.
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