Page 35 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

I took a chance, not knowing if it would push her too far or if it would have the desired effect.

The verdict is still out. I knew what she was doing the moment she grabbed my package and started massaging me.

Of course, I couldn't pass it up. In the end, she still submitted.

It took everything I had to keep the amusement off my face because I knew she wanted to give me a piece of her mind.

I shouldn't give her such a hard time. At the end of the day, Liliana is the kind of woman that I can see myself settling down with, but the broken-down boy and teenager in me is finding it hard to let go of everything I know—that women are evil.

When I had my pauper on her hands and knees in the shower, I knew right then that I couldn't let her go.

The only issue is that she likes to fight me at every turn, so I had to come up with a way to make it so she wouldn't. Blackmail isn't something I do a lot of, and never to someone I care about, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Hence, the video cameras that are set up.

She doesn't need to know that there are no tapes in them, and I will delete the digital part before I shut the camera off. There's no way in hell I would ever allow any of my men to see my pauper the way I do—naked, raw, and exquisitely phenomenal when she comes. No, that is for my eyes only.

I used to share my women with my friends, but none of them were Liliana Sumner. The only ones who really know my feelings about the woman before me, lying naked on the bed, are Joey Lonzo Jr. and Jackson. However, neither of them knows the full extent to which my feelings for her have spread.

I didn't want to consider the possibilities of what having her here would mean, and I've been fooling myself, thinking that I could let her go in the end.

Now, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her here.

Even if it means breaking the rules of consent.

I'm a Mafia Don, after all. What I say is the law, but I hope I don't have to take it that far when it comes to my pauper.

"Give me your right foot, pauper," I instruct, holding the spreader bar.

Lily looks at it hesitantly before forfeiting her foot. I secure the cuff around it, then hold my hand out for her other foot. As if resigning herself to what's about to happen, she doesn't hesitate this time and gives me her left foot.

"That's my good girl." I run my hands up her shins as I stare into her hypnotic eyes. "Tell me, Liliana, how exactly do you like to be touched?"

"I don't know what you mean, Sir."

My touch is just a light caress, but she's already fisting the sheets with her hands. I affect her whether she wants to admit it or not. When I drag my hands back down to her ankles, I let my gaze drop to the apex of her legs.

"I mean, do you like me to be gentle, or do you like it when I take you roughly?"

"You're the boss, Sir. I take whatever it is that you want do to me."

My hackles rise instantly. I don't like her answer.

It's robotic—not emotive at all, and I can't have that.

I walk around the bed, dragging my fingers across her skin as I go.

As I reach her chest, I use my pointer to draw circles around her nipple, waiting for it to become erect.

I don't have to wait long; when it does, I pinch it.

My pauper hisses with the pain, lighting my eyes up before asking, "Did you like that?"

"Not especially, Sir."

"No? What about this?"

I bend over and take the same nipple into my mouth. Flicking my tongue back and forth and then sucking on it, I keep my eyes on Lily's eyes. Her back arches, and a moan slips out.

Removing my tongue, I flick it with my fingers, and she jerks .

"Pain and pleasure come hand in hand with me, pauper. You will get used to how I play with your gorgeous body."

Picking up the cuffs, I close one around her left wrist and the other around her right. Pulling my belt off, I loop it through the headboard before bringing Lily's arms up and lacing the belt through the chain of the cuffs. There's now slack between the headboard and my pauper.

Slowly, I begin to unbutton my shirt as I watch my pauper. When she sees my intent, she turns her eyes away.

"No, pauper. I want your eyes on me. I tell you all the time that your body belongs to me, but you should also know that my body belongs to you. Now, watch while I undress, and see what you're getting in return for giving me what I want."

Does that sound a bit conceited? Fuck yeah, it does, but only because I know what I bring to the table. I take care of myself, and I like to flaunt it—there's no harm in that, is there?

My shirt now hangs open, showcasing my six-pack and broad chest. Opening my pants, I stop when the zipper is all the way down. I want to hear her ask for it. I know it's a dick move, but I want to pretend for just a little bit that she actually does want me.

"Ask me to strip, pauper. Tell me that you want to see me in the flesh and that you need me to take you. Can you do that for me?"

"Sir—"

I shake my head.

"No, I want you to use my name."

Biting her lower lip, Lily looks unsure, but then she runs her tongue over her lips, wetting them. "Jarek, please strip. Show me who's about to own my body." Her tone is low and seductively soft as if she means every word.

Holy fuck .

My cock instantly hardens to full mast as I relieve myself from the rest of my clothing. I crawl onto the bed and position myself between Lily's thighs. I let my fingers glide up and down and around her little bud before digging the string from the tampon out and giving it a little tug.

"You won't be needing this, pauper." I pull a little more, and the blood-stained cotton pops out .

I'm tempted to drag the bloody thing up her torso and around each nipple just so I can follow it with my tongue.

Unfortunately, I don't think she would want that, so I'll give her that much.

Instead, I carelessly toss it over the side of the bed and onto the hardwood floor, forgetting it altogether.

Taking my cock in hand, I rub it up and down her slit, the crown of it turning red from her menses.

"Tell me to fuck you, pauper."

"Please, Jarek, I need you inside of me…"

"No. That's not what I want to hear," I tease.

I slap my dick against her clit a few times before going back to running it through her folds.

"Fuck me, Jarek—please, fuck me."

"There's my good girl."

Reaching behind me, I take hold of the bar and raise it over my head so her legs and feet are in front of me. Holding them up with one hand, I take and point my cock at her entrance and push inside her heat.

I groan as her tight walls suffocate me inch by inch. I can shove into her, but this is sweet torture, and I love every bit of it. Pauper thrashes her head back and forth before arching and tossing her head back—that perfect O prominent on her lips.

I don't stop until my balls are against her ass and then I still, savoring the way Lily feels surrounding my full length. It isn't until our eyes meet again that I pull almost all of the way out and then thrust back in.

"You feel like Heaven and Hell, pauper. Your beautiful cunt calls out to me like an angel but then entraps me and sends me into an inferno where I'm willing to burn for you."

"Jarek...oh, God!"

I don't respond, only grin because I know how she's feeling right now. Fucking Liliana is the best feeling in this world. I didn't think I'd ever love having sex with just one person, but as of right now, there is no other that I want to be with.

"Come for me, Liliana." I pick up the pace and rub her clit until she's exploding all around me.

When she's done, I pull out and flip her around using nothing but the spreader bar. I slide it up the bed so she's on her knees with her ass high in the air. A mixture of cum and blood coats the inside of her thighs and my dick.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I thrust back into her as my eyes fall on the nipple clamps that I had completely forgotten about. That's what Lily does to me. She makes me forget.

It doesn't take me long before I feel that tingle in my spine and know I'm close. "I'm about to fill you up, pauper. I want you to fall with me."

I reach around, and instead of rubbing her clit, I slap it repeatedly until she's crying out with her climax. What surprises me most is that it isn't God she cries for, but me—Jarek. This knowledge sends me crashing over the edge, feeling as though I'm being tumbled in the waves.

While she's still in this position, I swipe through our fluids and push my thumb into the darkened hole that she was so afraid to clean. Lily jerks, but I hold her still.

"Relax, pauper. Let me show you how enjoyable this can be."

"Jarek, please don't."

Something in her voice stops me, and cursing inwardly, I respect her plea and retract my thumb. Leaving her as she is, I go to the ensuite and get a fresh washcloth. I clean the mess our little fuck session left behind, ensuring I leave no blood smears on her soft skin.

It isn't until I'm done straightening the room and turning off the cameras that I release pauper from her restraints. I grab the soothing gel from my bag and rub it on her wrists, where the cuffs chafed her slightly.

"Was that horrible, pauper?" I ask, wanting to know exactly what her limits are at this point.

"No, Jarek. That was…" She lets her sentence trail off while I wait expectantly.

"That was what?" I prod.

"Different—for me, I mean. It wasn't bad if that's what you want to know. I just don't have much to compare it to."

I grin. "That's what I like to hear." I crawl up on the bed and do something I've never done before.

Cupping Lily's cheek, I brush my lips with hers, adding pressure to the kiss a little at a time.

Just when I think she isn't going to return it, Lily parts her lips and lets me in.

Don't get me wrong, I've kissed women before, but never like this and never right after sex—it's too intimate—but it's different with my pauper.

Regrettably, I pull away. I still have some work to do tonight, and if I don't leave now, I won't leave at all.

"You took everything so well, pauper. Tomorrow, I'll be having a dinner party with some of the family and clients. I want you to look gorgeous, and while they're here, you will call me Jarek."

"Yes, Sir. Should I tell the cook anything?"

"I'll take care of it. Get some rest. I don't want to see any circles under your eyes tomorrow evening. I want to show you off, so you must be at your best."

Pressing one last kiss to her lips, I stand and walk to the door. Before I leave, I turn partway and look back at her petite form still on the bed. "Thank you for tonight, Liliana," I say with a smile and walk out.