Page 9 of Twisted Little Games (New York City Mafia #3)

Kirsten

A s soon as Natalie and I walk into the underground club, masks securely in place, I search for him and find him looking bored, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Tonight, he wears a plain black tee and pants with his silver gladiator mask.

Seeing me in the line, he lowers his arms and takes a step forward.

But I still have to get to the check-in desk, which takes several minutes.

“He certainly looks happy to see you,” Natalie remarks from behind.

“You think so?”

“Yes. Just…be careful with him.”

Hearing her cautious tone, I look over my shoulder at her. “You don’t think I should go in a private room with him?”

“Oh. No. I mean, yes, definitely. Just, be careful and have fun. After what happened last night, you deserve some pleasure.”

“About that…could you please not tell anyone someone shot at me?”

“Nothing that happens this weekend will ever leave my lips,” she promises with a glance at the guard. “I’m great at following orders.”

“Next,” the man at the desk says, and it’s my turn.

Moments later, my phone, purse, and coat are turned in, and I approach the masked man who made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

“You’re back,” my guard says with what sounds like relief as he grabs my waist and backs me up to the wall in the front check-in room. His touch is a little rough and possessive but comforting all at the same time.

“I’m back. I was hoping to see you, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” He feels me up on the pretense of looking for weapons in my tight, creamy satin dress that looks more like a nightie. The front of it drapes so low all my cleavage and even a little bit of my abdomen shows, which means I couldn’t wear a bra with it.

“I wanted to thank you for last night.”

“You’re welcome.” He reaches around to grab two handfuls of my ass, pulling me so close to his body I can feel his arousal through the front of his pants.

“No, I meant, show you my thanks…” I trail off, and his eyes snap up from my boobs to my face.

“Oh really? Show me how exactly?”

“Would you want…Do you want to see if there’s a private room available?” I ask. Taking my hand, he pulls me along behind him so fast a laugh escapes me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say as we enter the main part of the club.

“Hell yes,” he says over his shoulder as his eyes dip to my breasts. He groans and faces forward again, aiming for the closest private room. A second later, we’re inside, and he’s locking it. Locking us inside alone together.

When he sees my gaze focused on the lock, he says, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. All the monitors have keys. Every door uses the same one.”

“Oh?”

Gripping my hips, he urges me deeper into the room. “If you scream, someone will come running.”

“Right.”

“Unless your mouth is full…”

Oh shit. I wet my lips and glance down at the bulge in the front of his pants, remembering why I asked him to go into a private room. This was my idea after all.

“You’re in complete control, you know,” he says as if reading my mind. “Unless you hand over control to me, you call all the shots.”

He walks us back until we reach a small leather sofa, and sits down, leaving me standing. “Emergency call button is right there.” He points to the big red button that’s within reach of my seat, which puts me more at ease.

I glance around the rest of the room, since it’s the first time being inside one.

There are chains coming out of the ceiling in a corner, wooden stocks Natalie likes, and then a metal and leather seat like thing hanging nearby.

It takes me a moment to realize it’s a sex swing, made for a woman’s legs to be spread and suspended.

“Something catch your eye?”

I should ask him his name, since he knows mine, but that would defeat the purpose of it being anonymous sex. “The, um, swing looks…interesting.”

“I could strap you in if you want. There’s a red cord for a help button, but once you’re restrained with my tongue between your legs, I don’t think you’ll be screaming for me to stop.”

Oh wow. Imagining that scenario has my panties drenched. It’s embarrassing how wet I already am, and he’s barely spoken to me or touched me.

“Maybe later,” I say, even though I’m eager to try out the swing. “First…” I start and then lower to my knees between his spread thighs. “First, I want to thank you. You didn’t have to do that last night…”

“And I am more than willing to accept your gratitude.” Without further encouragement, the guard reaches for the front of his belt. He draws it out of the loops and tosses it down on the sofa next to him. “In case you want me to use that on you later.”

“Maybe.” I eye the black leather. Too bad it’s not toga night. That would’ve made getting to him much easier. But a moment later, his pants are undone.

I reach up and help him tug the sides down his thighs far enough that his erection springs free. He’s not wearing any underwear. Okay, then.

I guess it’s time to do what I came here for, even though I’ve never done this with a man I haven’t even kissed. Still, I want to.

As soon as I wrap my fingers around his girth, the man throws his head back and groans.

“I, um, have a horrible gag reflex,” I warn him.

“Oh yeah? That’s one of my favorite fucking sounds.”

His remark is a little ominous , I can’t help but think right before he grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth toward his cock. I open wide expecting him to ease inside.

Boy, was I wrong.

He thrust his hips up and pulls my head forward at the same time, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

“Fuck, yes. More.” He repeats the move, over and over again as if enjoying the sounds of my discomfort. I begin to panic the fourth time I choke on him. My fingernails dig into the fabric of his pants, his thighs, trying to pull away. Instead, he tugs me forward, his strength holding me there.

When I whimper and glance up at him, he’s grinning down at me, eyes fully black in the mask.

“You’re going to take all of me before I lick your pussy, aren’t you?

” Using the grip on my hair, he yanks my head back and forth as if making me nod.

“Just a little more.” His grip tightens painfully, pulling strands from my scalp, causing me to scream around him.

“Fuck, yes!” He becomes feral the more sounds I make.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I gag repeatedly. I’ve never been treated so disrespectfully before and I…I’m squeezing my thighs together to try and relieve the throbbing need between them.

When I lower one of my hands to help relieve the ache while he fucks my mouth like a depraved person, the guard grabs it and slides it underneath his balls, curling my fingers around the soft skin there. “You don’t get to come…until I do. And I need to come so fucking bad.”

His thrusts grow shallow but speed up, so I’m no longer choking. I moan around his pistoning shaft while applying suction and giving his balls a gentle squeeze, tugging on them so he can’t come yet.

“You act so prim and proper…but you want to be treated like a dirty slut, don’t you?”

I moan longer, louder before holding his eyes, begging him to use me, to hurt me, to dominate me like no one ever has before.

His dark eyes flash as if in a challenge, and he pulls my head forward, keeping it there as he groans through the spurts of his release. I gag until he pulls back, then slowly brings me forward again and again until the hot gushes finally stop.

When he lets go of my hair, I pull off him, gasping for air.

“You’re so much prettier with makeup and tears running down your cheeks and my cum on your lips.

” He swipes both sides of my face to dry it, then uses his untucked black tee to wipe my mouth.

With a soft slap on my cheek, he says, “Take your panties off and get in the swing. I’m going to fucking devour you until you can’t walk straight. ”

When I manage to get to my feet and stagger, he laughs. I already can’t walk straight. But I make it over to the device. Holding on to the chain, I reach under my dress and tug my panties down my legs, kicking them off so I can hop in.

Before I can figure out where my legs even go, the guard stands and zips his pants, headed for me like a man on a mission.

He lifts my right leg and places it in the sling while glancing down at my face, as if seeking an objection.

I have none, so he does the same with the left ankle, then reaches for my left hand.

Stretching it up, he fastens one wrist with the Velcro, then the other, until I’m completely at his mercy.

“Good?” he asks, and I nod, looking up to the dangling red cord within my fingers reach even though my wrists are restrained.

Or the string was within reach until the guard smirks and ties it up so I can’t grab it. “You won’t need it,” he promises before he drops to his knees between my legs that are spread apart so wide, it’s almost uncomfortable for my inner thighs.

Leaning forward, he doesn’t waste any time burying his face in me. I feel the brush of the tip of his nose first, making me jerk in the restraints. It’s quickly followed by the tip of his tongue that flattens and licks me from my asshole to clit slowly, drawing out the torture.

“Yes! Right there!” I scream when he finally reaches that bundle of nerves. He batters it with his tongue a few times before dipping back down and shoving it inside me. “Mmm, you are soaking wet from sucking my cock. You liked gagging on it, having me hold your head down, didn’t you?

“Yes,” I whimper. “I’ve never…had anyone…”

“You’ve sucked plenty of cock but never had your mouth fucked?” The huff of his chuckle ghosting over my damp center.

I shake my head, unable to speak a single word.

“Best blow job I’ve ever had,” he says, making me nearly glow with pride. “I don’t want a woman who can deep throat like a pro. I prefer to force it all the way down while you fight every second of the way.”

“Oh god.” My head falls back as his tongue returns to my clit, sucking on it and sending me soaring.

While I’m moaning through the pleasure, he shoves two fingers inside me and starts fucking me with them so hard and fast the swing sways with the movements.

In, long pause, out, his tongue licks my clit.

Over and over again until I’m so sensitive and turned on I’m jerking on the wrist restraints, my hips trying to buck toward his face with every long pause.

The guard laughs darkly at my struggle, knowing I’m trapped until he lets me go.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart. I’m going to eat your pussy all night long.”

How can I possibly argue with that?