Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

Her bedroom was beautiful: hardwood floors, a wooden four-poster bed, and a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the harbor.

The room was already dark. As soon as we entered, she struck a match, lit three candles on a dresser, and closed the door.

We stood there in the flickering shadows as a faint hint of vanilla began to paint the air, mixing with the delicate floral scent of her perfume.

“Well?” she said, tilting her head coyly to the side. “As I recall, you were going to show me everything you learned about pleasing a woman.”

“And as I recall, you said you liked to be tied up.”

Her face went blank and her body tensed.

I gestured to the four-poster bedframe. “Don’t tell me you have that and don’t use it.”

“I…” she started, then trailed off.

“You have to trust me before you’re willing to do that,” I said softly.

She hesitated, then nodded.

“Surely you have some scarves we could tie to the posts and wrap around your wrists without knotting them. That way, you could get out whenever you want.”

She hesitated again –

But I could tell by her expression that I’d guessed correctly.

“Get them,” I said in a gentle but commanding voice.

She walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer. Then she pulled out a pile of neatly folded scarves and put them on the bed’s white comforter.

I picked up a scarf. In the dim light of the candles, the color was deep burgundy.

I rubbed the cloth between my fingers. It felt like silk – luxurious and sensual.

I held on to one edge of the scarf and let the rest fall to the floor, unrolling in a cascade of cloth. It looked to be about ten feet long – just right for what we needed.

I noticed that the cloth was a bit frayed here and there, probably from years of use. No matter; it would do just fine.

Without a word, I walked over to the headboard and tied one end of the scarf around the left post. Then I retrieved a second scarf and did the same on the right side.

I gestured for Mei-ling to get up on the mattress.

She seemed caught between desire and fear.

“You haven’t even kissed me yet,” she said, jokingly chiding me.

“I will when the time’s right. Now get on the bed.”

The mattress was so tall she had to hop up to perch on the edge.

But she just stayed there, sitting with one leg crossed over the other.

She looked absolutely lovely…

But I couldn’t do anything with her like that.

“Not far enough,” I said.

I picked her up, putting one arm under the crook of her knees and my other arm behind the small of her back.

She gasped as I lifted her body –

And threw her.

She shrieked and giggled as she landed further up the mattress.

I walked around to the left side of the bed and picked up the loose end of the scarf.

“Well, that was a bit forward,” she said, both playful and indignant.

I smiled in amusement.

“We’re well past the point of my being a ‘bit’ forward,” I said as I wrapped the scarf around her forearm, looping it again and again.

But I didn’t tie a knot.

I noticed a hitch in her breathing as the cloth circled her bare skin five, six, seven times.

Then I walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the process.

Now both her arms were bound by the scarves tied to the posts –

But she could have easily gotten free just by moving her arms and unwrapping them.

I walked to the foot of the bed and looked down at her impassively.

She stared up at me, eyes wide.

I reached down, gently grasped her ankles –

And pulled her hard and fast towards me.

She cried out in surprise.

In a split second, her ass was near the edge of the bed –

The hem of her dress was bunched up at the top of her thighs –

And her legs were hanging off the bed on either side of my body.

However, her arms were angled up in the air, pulled by the scarves. The soft material stretched tight between her wrists and the posts.

Again, she could have easily gotten out of the bindings with just a few twists of her arms –

But she didn’t.

Instead, she looked at me, waiting to see what I would do next.

A brute would have immediately unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and fucked her right then and there.

And to tell the truth, I was tempted. My cock was hard as a steel pipe.

But I wasn’t a brute…

And fucking her wasn’t what I had in mind.

Not yet.

As I stared into the depths of her eyes, I began to softly caress her thighs.

Her skin was as soft as the scarves.

Her breathing quickened, and I saw the flutter of her pulse in her neck.

She never looked away from my gaze…

And she kept her arms wrapped tightly in their bindings.

I began to move my fingers further up her thighs…

Past the hem of her bunched-up dress…

Towards the heat between her legs.

I softly caressed her skin until my fingers reached the lace of her underwear.

Still gazing deep into her eyes, I traced my fingertips over the front of her panties.

She was wet. I could feel it through the thin material.

Then, very gently, I pulled the lace to the side.

She breathed in sharply, maybe in surprise – but she never broke eye contact with me, and she didn’t tell me to stop.

I gently glided my fingertip across her pussy.

Everything was bare and soft; she had either waxed or shaved very recently.

Her lips were also very, very wet.

I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I didn’t need to.

I slowly traced my fingers over the wet skin of her cleft, gently moving upwards…

Until I found her clit.

I softly stroked the hood with the gentlest of touches.

For the first time, she broke eye contact as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Look at me,” I whispered.

She forced herself to gaze deep into my eyes.

In the dim light of the candles, her pupils were dilated, the black nearly obscuring her brown irises.

I gently caressed her hood, spreading her wetness, circling her – but never directly touching her clit.

Mei-ling’s breathing grew shallower.

Then I did something Vittoria had taught me. Not during the first night I spent with her, but months later.

With my left thumb and forefinger, I gently pulled back the hood, which exposed her clit.

Again, I couldn’t see any of this –

But feeling with my fingers was as good as seeing.

Then, with the tip of my right index finger, I brushed against her clit with just a whisper of a touch.

In truth, I probably didn’t even connect skin to skin. More like I brushed Mei-ling’s own wetness across her clit.

She gasped.

I’d learned from Vittoria that many women’s clits are so sensitive that you have to touch around them instead of directly – at least until the woman is almost overwhelmed with desire. Only then can she stand direct touch.

That is, unless you are exceedingly gentle.

And I had learned to be exceedingly gentle.

I caressed Mei-ling’s clit so lightly that it was a mere ghost of a caress.

But I kept doing it…

Stroking her…

Gently…

Rhythmically…

Over and over.

Mei-ling’s breasts heaved beneath her dress.

I ached to rip her clothes off, to fondle her, to grasp her –

But I controlled myself…

And kept caressing her, never stopping.

The scent of her sex began to fill the air: a sweet muskiness that mixed beautifully with the vanilla of the candles and the floral notes of her perfume.

Something else I had learned from Vittoria many years ago:

An incredibly soft upward stroke on the clitoris, towards the woman’s belly, gives her a feeling of light-headed pleasure like her head’s in the clouds…

While a downward stroke of the clitoris, towards her toes, feels earthy and full – ‘like the first time his cock slides inside you,’ as Vittoria had explained it.

So I gently stroked upwards on Mei-ling, making her feel like she was dissolving into the ether –

Three, four, five, six…

“…ah… ah… ah… ah…” she whimpered, making soft noises with every caress.

Then I stroked down once, still soft but firmer.

“UNH,” she grunted, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Look at me,” I said, gentle but commanding.

She struggled to focus on my eyes, but she did it.

I kept softly stroking up, just a whisper of a touch…

“…ah… ah… ah… ah…”

And every so often, I would stroke down – firmer, harder.

She moaned every time I did it.

“FUCK…”

“OH GOD…”

The best was when she cried out in Chinese.

And whenever her eyes rolled back in her head, I quietly but firmly ordered her to look at me again.

I had no idea how long we went on like that.

Time had no meaning.

We entered a hypnotic trance as we stared into each other’s eyes.

There was only the flickering candlelight…

Her wetness…

The gentle feel of her beneath my fingertip…

The smell of her sex…

The darkness of her eyes…

The sounds of her whimpers… ah… ah… ah… ah…

And her groans of pleasure.

Her wetness increased. Her pussy was fairly dripping with nectar until the comforter beneath her ass was soaked.

Likewise, a light sheen of sweat glistened on her face. Heat rolled off her skin in waves.

Her body writhed on the bed; her arms strained against the scarves so much I was surprised she didn’t rip them in half.

She would arch her back or grind her hips, trying to press her clit more firmly against my finger –

But I would back off, still maintaining that whisper of a touch.

I knew what she was doing.

She was trying to come.

But I wouldn’t let her.

I had her poised right on the edge of orgasm, and that was where I was going to keep her…

Until she begged.

Finally, she’d had enough.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please…”

“Please, what?” I whispered as I continued to stroke her gently.

“Fuck me…”

“No,” I said. “Not yet.”

She stared at me like I was insane.

All the while, I kept stroking her softly, making her pant and wince with pleasure.

“What do you want?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting her to say it aloud.

“I…”

“What do you want?” I repeated in a low growl.

“I want to come,” she moaned. “I NEED to come!”

“Alright. I’ll let you come… but only if you do what I say. Do you agree?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes – yes! Anything!”

“Alright – but don’t come until I tell you to. Agreed?”

“Okay, yes, okay!” she moaned.

“Look at me the whole time.”

She struggled to maintain eye contact, but she did it.

“Don’t come,” I ordered again.

“I won’t,” she moaned.

Without warning, I began to circle my fingertip, touching her hood, wetly caressing all around her clit.

It would have been enough to tip most women over the edge –

And it was almost too much for Mei-ling.

“OH!” she cried out, and her body began to tremble.

“DON’T COME,” I barked.

She gritted her teeth and nodded, and she managed not to climax.

I began stroking her clit firmer –

Still soft, but harder.

“DON’T COME,” I ordered.

“OH GOD!” she screamed.

Her entire body tensed.

I could hear the scarves creak as she strained against them –

But she managed not to come as she looked deep into my eyes.

I could see that she would lose control any second –

So I relented.

I rubbed soft but hard against her clit – a firm, downward stroke.

At the same time, I slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, giving her a sensation of fullness –

And whispered, “Come for me.”

For a split second, I saw her eyes as she climaxed –

Before she threw her head back and arched up off the mattress, screaming bloody murder.

I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, pulsing with the contractions of her orgasm.

I gently circled my fingertip around her clit as she continued to come.

Ten seconds… twenty seconds… thirty…

She kept going.

Finally, her screams became moans.

I caressed her slower and slower, as her orgasm began to tail off…

And then gently withdrew my fingers.

I touched them to my tongue and tasted her.

She was sweet and musky all at once, like honey with a hint of smoke.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

I slowly rubbed her thighs, more of a sensual massage than a sexual touch, until she stopped quivering.

I walked around the side of the bed and unlooped the scarf from her right arm…

Then walked around and did the same with the left.

She lay on the bed looking up at me, her hair tousled and face flushed. “Oh… my GOD.”

I smiled with the pride of a job well done.

She wouldn’t forget tonight – not for the rest of her life.

“So… what happens next?” she purred.

I looked at my watch. “My driver’s only here for another 10 minutes, so I better go.”

Then I turned and headed towards the door.

“WHAT?!” she cried out.

“I wouldn’t want to be presumptuous about staying too long,” I said over my shoulder.

Then I walked out.