Page 42 of Widow’s Walk (Women of the Mafia #1)

Chapter thirty-seven

Sinclair

T onight is mine.

One night. No limits. No rules. That was the deal. And Blackwell, so far, has not broken a deal.

The room smells like candlewax and sandalwood, soft lighting flickering around, casting shadows along the walls like smoke. Our bed is neatly made with the black silk sheets, but I removed the comforter for this special occasion. Everything feels better on silk.

I timed it just right, knowing Blackwell will be calling it quits about now, and coming to find me for dinner. So, I sit on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, in a simple black silk teddy, swinging a pair of gold cuffs lazily around one finger.

The deal started as a question of power and surrender through the art of sex. But tonight, it’s more than that. It’s about trust. I want to see how far he’ll let me go. How much he’ll give me without question. Trusting me.

The door opens, and he steps inside the room, already peeling his jacket off. He notices me right away and falters. A smirk twitches on my lips. I always love seeing him visibly affected by just the sight of me.

The door clicks shut behind him, and I stand up to meet him halfway. His hands immediately slide around my waist, and his crooked smile is fucking adorable.

“I hope you’re not too hungry,” I say.

“Oh, I’m starved,” he murmurs, making me grin.

“Well, we have some unfinished business, you and I.” He arches a brow, his expression still amused and his eyes heated. “The deal. For one night, I have total control.”

His lips twitch as he swivels his gaze all over me. “And tonight is the night,” he mutters.

“Nervous?” I tease.

His arms tighten around me, leaving no space between us. His only response is a dry look.

“Because Blackwell,” I whisper, brushing a finger along his jaw, “if I’m going to be yours. Then you sure as hell better learn how to be mine.”

His look turns dangerous, and his head slowly lowers, his lips almost touching mine. “Do your worst, darling,” he whispers back, then kisses me.

His body is spread out like an ‘x’ in the center of the bed. His wrists are cuffed to the bed frame under the headboard, and his ankles are bound by ropes tied to the frame at the foot of the bed.

Deliciously bare and exposed.

I stand there to admire my work and his mouth-watering naked body for a few moments. He readjusts a wrist, pulling me out of the daze.

I head over to one of the side tables and pull the drawer all the way out, dumping the contents on the bed. He cranks his neck to try and get a good look at what toys I brought to the party.

I cluck my tongue. “Uh-uh,” I chastise, and he looks at me. “No peeking, my love.”

He smirks, then narrows his eyes. “You’re beginning to make me nervous,” he says lowly.

I give him a grin, diamonds sparkling in the dark. “You should always be nervous around me, Blacky.”

I reveal a red silk scarf, and he eyes it with more caution.

Slipping the thin straps off my shoulders, his nostrils flare when the soft fabric hits the floor.

I crawl on my hands and knees over the bed and climb over to straddle him.

I can’t wipe the giddy grin off my face.

Seeing him tied up, vulnerable, and helpless.

It’s picturesque. A vision that’ll stick out in my memories for eternity.

He already expects it, so he doesn’t protest when I wrap the scarf around his head to cover his eyes. I take another beat to admire him again, then I lean down and kiss him. Deepening it just enough to leave him panting when I tear my lips away.

I scoot down his body and start kissing him everywhere. Licking him from his neck to his chest. Landing soft kisses over his pecs and the rough lines of my marking. Then I look up at him as I use my teeth to pinch a nipple. His body tenses up and he bares his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything.

I lick it, then move to the next one to do the same thing. This time, I give it a little more bite. He goes rigid and growls. A deep, animalistic sound in the base of his throat. “Sinclair,” he warns.

A giggle threatens to spoil this moment, so I distract myself by using my tongue to soothe his reddened little bud. His cock is like steel under me, pressing into my pelvic area. I undulate my body to grind against him and continue a wet trail of kisses and tongue lashing down his torso.

My chin brushes through the well-groomed hair and up the length of his hardened cock. I wrap my fingers around it, the girth almost too much for them. I rub the smooth head over my chin, lips, and cheeks. Teasing him, but also basking in the silkiness.

I stare down at the opening, stroking him lazily, eager to see that tiny bit of pre-cum appear like a pearl. My chin drops on a wanton gasp when it does. I dart my tongue out and I lick it up. His body slightly jumps, and the cuffs groan under pressure.

I use only my tongue to cover every inch of his cock. Licking him like a fucking lollipop. There’s a hiss here and there from him, but I want to make him groan. Make him moan. Make him beg for release.

I scoot down further, my body balled up between his legs. I stroke his cock more, keeping the slow pace, and I work his balls with my tongue. Curling it around one at a time. Inching my way further south.

When the tip of my tongue makes contact with his tight little hole behind his balls, he instantly clenches up. His whole body goes rigid, the muscles in his arms bulging.

He’s not ready for that. And even though this is supposed to be my night, I still want it to be equally pleasurable for both of us.

Another time then.

I open my mouth, taking his balls inside, and sucking on them. He tries to stifle his body’s resistance. Trying to restrain himself for me. It makes me smile.

Humming, I slide my tongue up his cock again and then close my mouth around the crown of it. I tease it some. Swirling my tongue under the ridge then along the tiny slit at the top. More little tasty pearls leak out and die on my tongue.

Since this is supposed to be about pleasure and not punishment, I take his entire cock in my mouth, letting it butt against the back of my throat. I have zero gag reflex, so I easily breathe through it.

He sharply inhales through his clenched teeth, and it gets me going. I suck his fat cock with zeal. Like it’s the most delicious thing known to mankind.

But it’s much too early for him to finish.

I gasp for air when his cock pops out of my mouth. A sheen of sweat glistens off his body solely from desire.

Giving his length one last swipe with the flat of my tongue and two languid strokes of my hand, I begin to ascend his body. Teasing him all the way.

My bare pussy sticks to his abdomen as I sit. He’s clenching his teeth behind tight lips, breathing smoke out of his nose. God, he’s so fucking devastating. I just can’t with him.

I’m becoming obsessed.

And I’m not instinctively fighting it. I’m craving it.

I grind myself on him thinking about how much I fucking enjoy this. Fucking hell .

He growls through his nose and tries bucking his hips.

Grinning, I run my hands up his chest and lean down to kiss him. He’s eager as fuck when he kisses me back. Getting frustrated and coiled tightly. Especially when I pull away.

I chuckle, and it has his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale. I admire him more. The defined features of his face. While he’s unable to see the way I’m looking at him, I take advantage of it for a little longer.

I reach behind me to grab his cock, then I sit back on it. He jerks at the cuffs and restraints on his ankles in reaction. I lift my hips up and down, watching every single twitch on his face. His mouth bobs open and shut. His head rolls. His breath shallows. More sweat leaks from his pores.

My hands flatten on his hard chest, bracing myself as a wave of desire is about to wash over me. My eyelashes flutter, and I pant, chasing it quickly, but careful not to get him off. I chomp down on my bottom lip and let the wave finally crash, taking me under.

When I come up for air, I open my eyes and still. He’s shaking under me. The veins in his muscles are now popping out as he strains. Not in anger, but in refusal to snap.

“You’ve been a good boy,” I purr. It’s time for him to see everything. I ease my fingers under the blindfold and remove it. When I do, I freeze.

He looks wild. Fucking crazed. I’m almost afraid to uncuff him. My pussy flutters thinking about how savage he’ll go on me.

With a smirk, I pivot my body around, sitting on his chest with my back to him. Bending over, I thrust my ass in his face and he goes completely still. “Bite it,” I command.

He isn’t hesitant to pick his head up to bury his face in it. His chin brushes the raw flesh on my pussy. I spread my cheeks with my hands to assist him, granting him better access.

I gasp and hollow my body when I feel his teeth clamp down on the plug. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head. I hiss and moan, rocking only slightly. Enjoying the push and pull of the toy and the way it throbs and burns.

Slowly, I ease forward, all the way until it pops out, and my breath stills. I sit up and look at him over my shoulder. He dropped the plug, and he looks furious now. God, he’s so fucking hot. My hips rock just looking at him with his hair all a mess and his lustful eyes.

“You better sit on my fucking face,” he growls. The animalistic undertone has my pussy clenching and my eyelids sagging.

This is my gig, but I’m too far gone in a desirous haze. My body obeys.

I spin around again because I need to see him. Watch him as I fuck his face until he chokes on my cum.

My thighs hug his head, and I brace myself on the headboard. He tries diving in, but I lift my hips with a smirk. His eyes snap up with a dark look of warning. Biting my lip, I sit.

I cry out instantly, unable to hold anything back. I grind myself on him as his mouth works its ethereal magic. My lower back bends, and my hand dives in his hair to clutch onto a chunk of it. I don’t fucking care if he can breathe or not. I fuck his face until I scream.

He doesn’t let up, and I can’t take it anymore. I sit back on his chest, fighting for air. His full lips are puffy and bright in color as they glisten with the hair around his mouth. He looks good with me on him.

His eyes are endlessly black as he glowers at me, disheveled looking and seconds away from hulking out. The threatening charge sizzles from him, and I tentatively climb off him to grab the key.

I go to his ankles first. My hands are shaking as I release the tethers. When I make my way to the head of the bed, I hesitate. He’s watching me. Daring me to fuck with him right now. But letting him go is like unleashing a starved tiger.

You know you’re the first thing it’ll sink its teeth into.

I unlock one cuff, and he drops his arm, his fist red and angry. I kneel on the bed and lean across him to do the other. As soon as it clicks, he’s on me.