Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

He told me again that I was in complete control.

That I could stop what was happening at any time.

That the entire purpose was my pleasure.

That I should speak out if I felt uncomfortable at any point.

“Are you ready?” he finally asked.

“Yes,” I murmured.

He stood up next to me –

“Could you – could you kneel next to the chair?” I asked timidly.

“Of course.”

He knelt on one knee beside me, just like Prince Charming.

“Can I touch you here?” he asked, holding his hand several inches from my chest.

I swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”

I was wearing a white blouse with a bra underneath.

He gently touched me, trailing the tip of his finger down the slope of my breast…

Until he found the hard tip of my nipple under the cloth…

And began to slowly circle it.

My entire body lit up like I was on fire – pleasurable fire – and I moaned without meaning to.

I blushed scarlet at the noise escaping my lips –

But he just kept touching me.

Caressing me.

Cupping my breasts through my blouse and bra…

Rubbing my erect nipples…

Softly pinching them.

It was better than any sex I’d ever had.

I was in a drunken stupor of pleasure when he asked, “Can I touch you down here?”

He was pointing at the skirt over my thighs.

My heart sped up even faster.

I thought about saying no –

But again, my need was greater than my fear.

“Y-yes,” I managed to get out.

“Remember, you’re in control,” he whispered. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”

I tensed as his hand got close to my bare legs –

And then his hand touched my skin, and a shiver of pleasure ran through my entire body.

“Oh,” I gasped.

Because my ankles were tied, my legs were pressed together. He began to stroke them both, trailing one finger along the skin where my thighs met.

Heat suffused my entire body, and I shivered in ecstasy as he gently stroked my legs.

After few minutes, he touched the hem of my skirt.

“Here?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes. They were kind.

“…yes,” I whispered.

His hand slipped under the edge of my skirt and gently made its way up…

Until his fingertips touched my underwear.

It was like pleasure flowed from his hand into my body, and I moaned and shuddered with delight.

“Part your legs,” he whispered.

I pulled my knees apart.

His fingertip slid down the front of my soaked panties…

Until he found my clit.

He began to rub me softly.

My entire body felt like I had been plugged into an electrical current of ecstasy.

In my mind’s eye, the ropes around my wrists and ankles seemed to glow with a direct line of pleasure from my bindings…

To my nipples…

Down to my clit.

He began to stroke me a little faster.

I leaned forward, my head drooping, and moaned louder.

His finger rubbed the wet cloth of my panties faster – firmer –

And suddenly I felt something I’d never experienced before.

Contractions of bliss jolted me –

Spasms of ecstasy –

And every part of my body touched by the rope or his finger seemed filled with white-hot light straight from heaven.

I cried out, my voice choking with bliss –

Until finally the contractions began to lessen…

And his finger slowed down, eventually stopped altogether.

I sat there, wrists and ankles bound, my head hanging forward, my hair in my eyes, my mind clouded in post-orgasmic stupor.

Then the gorgeous man’s voice pierced the haze.

“Our hour is coming to a close. Do you want to continue?”

I immediately thought YES! –

But then I remembered that my boyfriend was out there somewhere, probably worried out of his mind.

I felt ashamed and frightened.

Ashamed that I had left him –

And frightened that I had just had the best experience of my entire life, completely clothed, with a stranger in a foreign country.

No other man had ever made me feel this way…

And I was worried I would never feel it again.

Nevertheless, my shame overwhelmed my desire.

“No… I need to go,” I said quietly.

He nodded and proceeded to untie me.

He went slowly… methodically…

And every touch of the loosened rope was like a caress. Afterplay rather than foreplay.

When he finished, he helped me to my feet.

I stood there shakily, legs still twitching from my first orgasm – and an incredibly powerful one, I would later find out.

I stared into his kind eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”

He smiled again. “It was my absolute pleasure. If you’re staying in Bangkok for a while, come back and see me. My name is Yeong, and I work here every Tuesday through Saturday.”

I nodded, hypnotized by his gaze, and walked out of the room.