Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

I laugh. It’s refreshing, a woman who speaks her mind with no ulterior motive. I doubt Lena would know how to manipulate someone even if she wanted to. It’s this purity that has me hungering to be inside her, to make her mine.

She dips her chin when I climb onto the bed beside her. Lightly, I stroke her back, petting her from her neck down to the adorable dimples at the base of her spine. Goose pimples pop up in the wake of my touch. I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip, fighting back the urge to lick her, bite her.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The idea isn’t to scare her.

Yet.

I lay the length of my belt down her back, leaving the buckle on her ass. With my hand, I rub circles into her ass. There’s no marks from her previous spanking. Disappointing, but not surprising. I’d gone easy on her, not knowing how much she could take. But I have a better idea tonight.

With my left hand, I push her head down to the mattress, fisting her hair at the back of her head.

“Micah.” The thick comforter muffles her weak protest.

“Shh, just relax,” I say to her and lightly spank her ass. She stiffens for a moment, more from surprise I’d guess. When she softens, I give her another playful swat. These don’t hurt, but they are preparing her for the ones that will.

“Spread your legs a little for me.” I slide my hand between her thighs and pull one leg toward me. Her back arches and her ass raises. Leaning to the side and forward a bit, her pussy is displayed for me. Her lips part with her position. Already she’s glistening with her arousal.

I give her another smack to both cheeks, watching as they bounce back into perfect formation. A pink handprint is left behind. That won’t do, it needs to be darker.

“You’re nicely shaven,” I say, then smack her ass again. She groans, but I’m not certain it’s embarrassment over my observation or desperation for my touch.

I abandon her ass and slide my hand between her legs, cupping her sex. On instinct, she presses her hips into my touch, seeking out satisfaction. I grin down at the back of her head, where my hand is still holding a fistful of her slick wet hair.

“Not yet,” I say more to myself than her, and withdraw my hand. “You’re still learning, you’ll get your reward later.”

She huffs when my hand is gone.

“Reward now, teach later,” she taunts me.

I smack her ass hard, leaving a red blotch on her warm skin. She hisses and pulls back from me but I’m not letting her go anywhere.

“I’ll decide when you’re to be rewarded, princess.” I release her hair and drag the belt down the length of her back. Folding it in half, I tuck the buckle in my palm and wrap my left arm around her waist.

“What are you doing?” She tries to get up from the mountain of pillows she’s draped over, but I hold her firmly against me.

“Hold still, Lena.” I raise the belt and bring it down hard on the upcurve of her ass. She yelps. “One more,” I say then give her another lash across her prepared flesh. It’s not hurting as much as it would on a cold ass, but I’m being generous tonight.

“Fuck!” She slams her fist into the bed.

“I don’t like that language at all.” I snap the belt across her ass again and she kicks her foot out. “Should I tie you down?” I’m teasing, but she’s not looking at me, so she probably can’t tell.

She throws her hands in front of her and fists the comforter. Bringing it up to her face, she shakes her head.

“No?” I snap the leather across her ass again and again. Each time her thighs tense, her ass clenches, and she makes the sweetest mewling sound. Her toes curl in and her legs shift, opening more for me.

I deliver three hard lashes to her ass without any reprieve between them. She cries out when the belt makes contact for the third time and shoves up to her knees. I let go of the belt and grab her shoulders, turning her toward me. Before she can wipe the hair from her face, I grab hold of her face with my hand and cover her mouth with mine.

There’s a fire building. A white-hot flame growing larger and brighter with each second of our kiss. She brings up her hands, pressing them to my bare chest, but not shoving me away. She inches closer to me until our bodies are touching, until I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples pressed into me.

I break the kiss, staring down into her eyes; her lips are puffy and well kissed. I want more from her. I want it all.

While keeping our gaze locked, I reach down and shove the pillows toward the head of the bed. Her hands move to my pants, working the button open, pulling down my zipper.

The spanking has her eager for me; her movements are quick, frantic really as she shoves my pants over my hips, taking my boxers with them.

I work my clothes off and let them fall to the floor beside the bed.

“On your back,” I order her, my voice raw with my need for her.

She scrambles to the pillows, but she’s not fast enough for me. I smack her ass and grab her hips, flipping her to her back in one move. She lands with a soft bounce, a seductive grin tugging on her lips.

Without another direction, she lets her knees fall to the sides, opening for me, welcoming me.

I fist my erection and bring it to her pussy, pushing against her entrance but not entering. Biting the inside of my cheek, I look down at the woman beneath me. Strands of wet hair stick to her cheek, her forehead. Wide eyes stare up at me with a hunger I understand, I feel it too.

“Ask me, Lena. Ask politely.” I lean over her body, kissing her chin, her jaw, her ear. “Be sweet about it,” I whisper into her ear.

“Micah,” she breathes out my name as I push forward into her hot passage enough to feel her pussy clench my cock.

“More. Tell me what you need, princess.”

The moniker has her tensing. Every bit of her. I groan as her body grips my cock and I plow straight into her, not stopping until my balls hit her ass and I’m embedded fully inside her.

She sucks in a breath and her nails dig into my shoulders.

I bring my gaze to hers again. “Say it.”

For a second I think she’s going to argue. She’s going to try to prove to me that she will do only what she wants, and she won’t give me the submission I want from her.

“Fuck me, Micah.” She moves her hands from my shoulders to my face, holding me still as she raises her head from the pillows to get closer to me. “Hard.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Please,” she adds.

I grab her wrists and pin them next to her head, holding her to the bed as I pull almost completely free from the hot sheath of her body. In the next instant, I slam into her. She moans, draws her knees up and out.

“Fuck,” I groan as her movements tighten her pussy around me. I sink into her again and again, plowing faster and harder, until the sounds of our bodies colliding fills the space between us. She arches her back, grinds her hips up at me to meet each of my thrusts.

“Micah, Micah, Micah,” she chants while reaching up to kiss my throat, my shoulder. Her teeth sink into me and it fuels me.

Electric heat trickles down my spine and my balls pull up tight, ready to explode.

Letting go of one wrist, I reach between us until I find the swollen, wet bundle of nerves. The instant my finger brushes against her clit, her eyes snap open.

“You like this? Your little clit played with?” My teasing makes it difficult for me to keep from taking my own release. I circle the nub, around and around, until she’s back to crying out my name. Louder and louder she says it.

I flick my fingertip across her clit and plow into her hard enough to shake the bed, and in the next second, she unravels beneath me. She screams my name until the sound fades away.

Her orgasm washes over my cock, hot fluid runs over me, her pussy clenches me. I pump into her again and again and by the third stroke, my own release crashes over me. I still, emptying into her while trying to find air to breathe. My spine tingles; my vision blurs at the edges.

Finally, air fills my lungs. The fog lifts and I can see clearly. Lena lies beneath me, one hand still pinned to the pillow and a satisfied grin spread across her lips. I let her wrist go and blink several times until my thoughts line up in logical order.

My cock slips from her pussy and I move back to my knees. She pulls her knees together, but she can’t hide my cum dripping out from her pussy lips. When I drag my gaze back up to her, there’s a soft blush on her cheeks.

“Don’t go getting shy on me now,” I chuckle and climb off the bed.

“I’m not,” she says, but contradicts herself by scrambling beneath the covers and pulling them up to her chin. “But can you hand me the robe?”

I pick up the item from the floor and drape it over the chair, out of her reach. “You don’t need it.”

“I left my nightgown in the dresser.” She points to the drawers. “The left side.”

“You don’t need that either.” I grab my boxers from the floor and use them to wipe her juices from my cock. The mental image of making her lick me clean erupts in my mind, and I have to work hard to shove it away.

“Why not?” she asks when I climb into bed beside her.

“No clothes are allowed in my bed, princess.” I reach over and flick the light switch on the wall beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness.

She settles under the covers, pulling the pillows close to herself and rolls to her side. With her back to me, I wrap my arm around her middle and drag her across the bed until she’s pressed against me. The woman fits me in every way.

She smells of lilacs and coconut. An odd combination, but I inhale it deeply. The soft scents lull me half asleep. It’s been a long week, and there’s even longer days ahead of us.

“I’m not a princess,” she whispers, and I don’t think I’m supposed to hear her.

I hug her tightly to me, nudge her shoulder with my chin.

“Maybe you should be.”

She stiffens but doesn’t respond. I like her this way, soft and pure, and most important-Mine.