Page 72 of Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession

I pull back, just enough to make her feel the loss of my touch. A soft ‘tsk’ escapes my lips.

“Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do,tesoro(sweetheart),” I say, authoritatively, leaving no room for disobedience.

Her breath quickens when I plant a soft trail of kisses down her stomach, stopping just at the top of her pussy.

Her muscles tense beneath my touch, a fine tremor running through her body as she slightly curves her back. Her goosebump-covered thighs twitch. In one quick snap, I undo the ball gag. She inhales shakily as I toss it aside.

Without sight, she’s completely mine to control. But her mouth is her gift— I love to hear her talk while I fuck her.

“I have a little surprise for you,” I whisper, a playful grin spreading across my face, and I switch on the vibrator in myhand. A thrill runs down my spine as I teasingly trace the length of her pussy. I watch her bite down on her lip, a sultry attempt to stifle a moan.

“You feel that?” I ask, softly, my voice laced with amusement.

She nods once.

I reach out to squeeze her left breast firmly before delivering a sharp, stinging smack. The slap echoes in the room, and she cries out, her body jerking in response.

“Use your words,” I remind her, “and call me Daddy.”

The sound she makes—a mix of pain and pleasure—sends heat rushing through me.

“Yes... Daddy,” her voice trembles, a mix of submission and desire.

“Good girl,” I say, my fingers tracing the spot where my hand left its mark. “You take it so well.”

A smirk tugs at my lips as I observe the suspense eat her alive. I notice it in the tremble of her legs and the way her body leans toward me, craving the release I’m not ready to give her yet.

Her breath is ragged, her lips parted as she struggles to maintain control.

Slowly, I push the tip of the vibrator into her. “Be honest with me, Raven…” I say, “…does this feel as good as my dick?”

She moans, her body trembling beneath me, her walls clenched tightly around the dildo.

Impulsively, I pull it out when her response lingers. “I asked you a question,” I groan.

“Yes—no, no, it’s not,” she stutters, shaking her head in protest.

“Oh, Raven,” I murmur against her neck. My lips graze the skin there, causing goosebumps to race across her skin. “You just might pay for that mistake.”

With that, I thrust the vibrator back into her dripping hole, wildly pumping in and out. A string of curses leaves her lips, fueling my desire as I push deeper. I relish the surprised squeal that escapes her, making my hardness throb.

“Shit! It’s fucking deep!” she gasps, her breath hitching.

“I know,” I reply, a wicked smile forming as I pick up the pace.

I watch her body tremble, turning into a beautiful, writhing mess of pleasure. Each gasp, each desperate buck of her hips against my hand, reveals just how close she is to release.

But I won’t let her go there just yet. With a deliberate slowness, I pull the vibrator out from within her. The slick, glassy rodglistens with her juices, tempting me to take a taste. Instead, I drop the device on the bed.

“Daddy...” she gasps as her head turns limply from left to right, her tone dripping with need. “Please, just let me c—”

“Shh,” I hush her with my hand, slowly rubbing circles on her pink clit. "I warned you…your body doesn’t get to act unless I say so, which means you won’t cum until I allow it," I growl, lowering my head to her pussy.

My tongue reaches out for a lap, the sweet taste of her arousal exploding in my mouth.

“Baby, you taste like honey…” I pause to say. Two fingers easily slide inside her, curling to hit her sweet spot. She bucks against my hand, desperate for release, but I don’t let up.

I slap her inner thigh, a sharp sting that makes her cry out. “Stay still.”