Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Mimi

My heels click against the hard stone floor of the sex dungeon.

I led him down the corridor past the VIP lounge where he’d been sitting with the guys. Then he took charge and led me here.

He led me here down to the basement where the Doms and subs hang out every night like they live here.

This is a private room in the dungeon. His room.

But we can still hear the sounds of pleasure coming from outside in the main part of the dungeon where there are people dressed in leather and dresses fitting to the Victorian gothic era.

I know for damn certain that Gina would have a heart attack if she ever knew my interest in that whole lifestyle. Dad would probably join her too but he’d have a fit first.

Salvatore releases my hand and closes the door which is a metal railed bar. So anyone passing can actually see what we’ll be getting up to in here.

He looks me over and walks around me checking me out.

“Is this where you think my keys are?” I tease playfully, reaching out to touch him.

“Yeah, It’s a good place to start looking, I’m thinking of stuff to jog your memory Babygirl.” His fingers brush over the flat of my stomach and it sends a jolt of wild pleasure through me. “Or mine. We should do stuff. So much to do in here though.”

His eyes dart to the padded table to our left and the assortment of chains and whips, handcuffs and other sex toys you’d use for pleasure.

“There’s a lot.”

I smile when he crouches down and takes the hem of my slip, lifting it up so he can look over my panties and run his hand over my ass.

He plants a kiss on my thighs and moves over to my hips.

“Jesus Christ baby, you could give a man a heart attack in this get up. Fucking hell. I can’t decide if I want you in this or out of it.” His voice is a low rumble of sexiness.

I smile down at him and feel at ease. I actually feel at ease.

Like I can do this and I’ll be okay.

Like I can trust him.

What am I saying? This is Salvatore… I trust him.

How could I begin to question a man who looks at me like that? Like I mean everything.

“What about half and half?” I suggest, shuffling the edge of my slip.

“I don’t know baby. The thing is I plan to live out every single fantasy I have of you. In those you’re naked. Not a damn thing rivals your naked body.” He rises to his feet and towers over me, even in my heels. He tugs on the slip and bunches it up. “This little getup comes close, may have to kill a few fuckers who look at my girl in any kind of way I don’t like.”

Like how he nearly went for Christian. Sometimes I can’t believe how possessive he can be. It’s nice though.

I smooth my hands up the width of his chest. “Calm, calm… I don’t want you in prison. How are we supposed to do anything in there?”

“I’d find a way, Babygirl, like I always do. Like I’m doing now.”

“Now?”

“I’m deciding what I want to do with you first.”

“Is this one of the fantasies?” I ask with a saucy smile.

He nods slowly. “It’s the kind of fantasy where I have complete control over your body. Your hands and feet are tied and we go on one hot sinful journey. Want to come on the ride?”

My God, my eyes go wide and I turn, brushing against his cheek. I’ve never done this before. Never really trusted anyone to tie me up and do whatever they want to me. With him… it feels like excitement and a thrill races through me.

“Yes…” It’s the default answer again, but then my mouth is watering from the image of him having complete control over my body.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes?”

I nod and give him a saucy smile. “Yes.”

He moves closer and gives me a brief kiss. “Then… Maria… tonight you are my sub and you will call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir…” I say and that molten heat comes back into his eyes. Molten heat driven by wild desire.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes. “Fucking hell baby I’m liking the sound of that far too much.”

Me too. I do too, just like I kind of knew I would. I think I’m a sub at heart. “I’m glad I please you Sir.” I smile.

He cups my breasts and runs his fingers over my tight taut nipples. He presses me against the wall and moves the cup away from my right breast so he can lower to suck. He sucks hard just the way I like it and fondles my left, squeezing gently and running his finger slowly over my nipple.

He moves to it and starts sucking. The slowness is enough to send me over the edge. I can’t imagine what I’ll feel with what I think he has in store for me.

He moves away leaving me gasping and wanting more.

“Strip… take your clothes off for me babygirl,” he commands.

“Yes, Sir.” I smile and he does too.

It feels natural and playful to talk to him like this, even though I know he’s about to take me into a dark fantasy.

I take off my slip and panties. When I kick off my heels the coolness of the floor seeps into the soles of my feet and I instantly feel tiny next to him.

He walks over to the table and picks up a set of leather cuffs attached to chains.

The table is adjustable and custom designed so that it has arms and legs that can be extended into the perfect position to be truly dominated in whatever way you submit to. Right now it just looks similar to the type a masseuse would use. But it’s so much more than that.

“You’ve never done this before,” he states. He knows. I told him. I’ve probably told him a lot of things I shouldn’t have. I certainly learned to be careful of what I told him after I told him I’d lost my virginity to Rodney Tyler and Salvatore nearly did end up in prison for beating the guy senseless.

It wasn’t even because Rodney was five years older than me and a complete prick who collected his groupies. Being quarterback for his college team came with collateral.

“I want you to do this with me,” he states. “I want to be the first man to take you in certain ways. But… this whole room is based on one thing.” He gives me a lopsided grin that makes him look alluring.

“Wild fantasies of being tied up,” I fill in.

“Yes but that’s what it is. What makes it happen though is trust. You have to trust me. You trust me, little sub, to take you over the edge and not hurt you.”

I stare at him and know when he says that, it means so much more. It means more between us.

I feel foolish for not guessing that. It wasn’t that I didn’t know. It was more the case that I didn’t think.

“Can you do that? Can you trust me not to hurt you?” he asks. “Can you trust me with your body?”

I gaze on at him and feel it. He’s never, ever given me a reason not to trust him.

In fact it’s been the reverse. He’s given me every reason to trust him and he’s the only man in my life that has done so. I’ve just never given my heart before. He’s asking for my body.

It’s a step in the direction I want. It’s a step in the direction I want to take.

“I can,” I say. “I can do that. I trust you Salvatore.”

Adoration fills his expression and the spark he always looks at me with comes back into his eyes. It’s there and it beckons me to him.

“Good girl, I will reward you with one request and by allowing you to come once on your own. You will need permission to come any other time.”

My God, I’m not used to this side of him, and I kind of feel jealous of the faceless women I know he’s done this with before. Of all the guys who own the club it’s only him and Christian who have private rooms in the sex dungeon, although they’re all into BDSM.

“Permission?” I ask.

He comes back over to me and stops a breath away, caressing the curve of my waist.

“Do you want to have sex with me, Mimi?”

“Yes,” I say effortlessly. I want to so badly it makes my mouth water.

“Well, little sub,” he leans in close to my ear. “We’re doing things a slightly different tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Yes… what?”

I bite the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. “Yes Sir.”

His eyes narrow and take me in. There’s a moment of silence that feels strained with high sexual energy as he looks at my naked body like he’s committing me to memory.

“Get on the table, on your hands and knees,” he says.

My nerves scatter. I assumed I’d be lying down but that’s my bad again. I should have known he’d have other things in store for me that I couldn’t imagine.

I do as he says.

I walk over to the table and get on my hands and knees, flicking my hair to the side so I can see him. The cool leather of the padded surface balances the heat that’s pulsing through me.

I’m actually on the table, ready to play, ready for him to dominate me, ready to give my body to him. Ready for him to do whatever he wants to me.

He comes to me and takes one set of chains with leather cuffs. I watch him. Being on the table now I see that everything is as I thought. The height is already adjusted so he can take me in any way he wants. From the front or behind.

He goes to my right and reaches for my hand. Slipping the cuff around my wrists first then hooking the chains through the hook that locks it in place on the side of the table.

He lingers there, eyes holding mine, analyzing me, studying me, probably to see if I’m going to change my mind.

I won’t.

I have no plans to.

“Remember your safe word Babygirl. You say red and we stop. Understand?”

“I understand, Sir,” I confirm, but… I don’t plan to say red. I think we both know that. The same as he knew when pushed into a corner I’d cling on to what I wanted most, even against all that I fear.

We both know I want him, so the chance of me using that safe word is very slim.

He walks around to the other side of me and secures the chains there too. Next, my feet.

I’m on my hands and knees, completely at his will and desire, right there in his fantasy. Which I’m thinking now is mine too.

Warm fingers flutter over my back, tracing the line from the base of my neck down to my ass where he circles around the tight rosette of my asshole.

He squeezes the cheeks of my ass firmly and gives me a playful slap that sends a wild jolt of lust through me.

“I’m owning this ass tonight in every way possible. You’re mine Mimi,” he declares.

I stare back at him as he bends down and starts fondling and squeezing my left breast.

His warm breath tickles my neck when he comes closer and gives me a truly wicked smile. Wicked and full of sin, telling me without words all that he wants to do to me.

He squeezes hard then slow. “You like that baby?” he asks.

“I do,” I moan.

“I will give you pleasure beyond belief tonight. Like nothing you’ve ever imagined,” he says and starts kneading the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I will give you wild unimaginable pleasure. Any pain you feel will make the pleasure even wilder. I will not hurt you though. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Good girl.”

He straightens up and starts undoing his shirt buttons. I stare languidly waiting for him to unveil the masterpiece he is. When he does and I scan over his hard body I nearly do drool.

I always think he’s too much to take in all at once.

I always think he’s too much to be real. Too perfect. Too perfect in every way.

He smiles at my reaction and I hope that he knows that when I look at him, I want him too. I want him in every way that a woman can want a man, I’m just… I was just scared.

I’m not sure he knew what I was actually trying to tell him when I said it would be worse if he broke me too.

I’m not sure I even want to acknowledge what I mean, although I know it. I know it deep down and my heart does too. It’s locked away deep inside me, somewhere not even I can access it.

But I want it and this is me trying to see what it would be like to take it and claim it. Live it.

He undoes his belt buckle and shrugs out of his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to break from the restraint.

I want to reach out and touch it but I can’t. I can’t even reach forward. The chains are such that they keep me where I am.

Exactly where he wants me.