Page 118 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

Her fingers trail over some of the items. “I want to try,” she says softly, an underlying tone of excitement in her voice.

I smile, stepping back to give her space. “Pick what you want.”

She moves through the room, collecting items as she does. After a few minutes of consideration, she returns with soft cuffs, a sleek black blindfold, and a silk rope. She hands them to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“These,” she says.

I take them, never breaking eye contact. “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper, as I drop the items on the floor, and step closer to her.

My hands brush against her hips. She shivers at my touch as she nods, her body already responding to the tension building between us.

I step behind her, slowly unzipping her gown, my fingers tracing down her back, feeling her shiver again under my touch. I peel the gown from her shoulders, revealing the curve of her breasts. Once I push the gown all the way past her butt, it falls freely. I give her a playful spank, and her soft squeal makes me smile.

“Step out of it,” I murmur, my voice low yet commanding.

She obeys, turning to face me fully.

"Good girl,” I mumble, pressing my lips to the curve of her neck as I kick the gown to the side with my foot.

My lips drift lower, brushing just above her breasts, and then I pull away slightly, watching her chest rise and fall with every breath she takes. Her skin, soft and warm beneath my hands, seems to pulse as I trail my fingertips slowly down her arms. A shiver runs through her when I place a soft kiss on her nipple, and I can’t help but smile at her body’s response.

I continue down, lips grazing over her baby bump, then her thigh. Reaching for the items on the floor, I straighten, a teasing grin curling at the corners of my mouth.

“Put your hands together,” I instruct gently. She complies, her wrists coming together in front of her.

Carefully, I fasten the cuffs around them, ensuring they’re snug. “Let me know if they’re too tight,” I murmur, against her ear. “Okay?”

Her breath hitches, but she nods.

“Good girl, now turn around for me,” I command. She moves obediently.

I take the blindfold next and hold it in front of her. Covering her eyes, I tie it securely behind her head. My hands glide down her sides, resting at her hips before I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

I tug them down teasingly, letting them drop to the floor. Her soft intake of breath intensifies the surge of blood flow to my dick. All I want to do is take her like a beast.

I guide her to the bed, and gently ease her down.

“Lie back,” I tell her, my tone calm but commanding.

She stretches out, her body sinking into the center of the soft mattress. I prop a few pillows under her lower back, making sure she’s comfortable.

“You okay?” I ask, my gaze softening as I look down at her.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I pull her arms above her head and secure them to the headboard of the bed, the cuffs loose enough for her to adjust if needed.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I pick up the silk rope next and run it lightly over her skin, watching the goosebumps rise. Her legs shift, already reacting to my touch. I continue the motion with the silk rope over her thighs, barely touching her pussy, until I see her shivering breathlessly in anticipation. But instead of using the rope, I drop it to the floor. I want her legs free for what I have planned.

My hands trace her thighs before brushing against her slick heat, and she spreads her legs instinctively. A smile tugs on my lips when my eyes lock onto her dripping sex.

“How does this feel?” I ask, teasing her with a featherlike touch, fingers skimming the lips of her pussy.

She gulps, and her lips part as she breathes, “Good! It feels... good.”

Her hips shift slightly, an attempt to get me to touch her wetness. But I pull away just before my fingers touch her. I lean in closer and let my breath warm her inner thigh.

“Patience,” I murmur. “We’re taking our time.”