Arranged Mafia Marriage

Theresa

“What…what is that for?” I squeak.

He tilts his head; I swallow. My stomach folds in on itself.

“Are you g…going to use it on me?”

“You did say that you trust me…” he says in that low, husky voice that sends another tremor up my spine.

“I…didn’t think that meant that you’d blindfold me.”

“It’s only to heighten your senses. Of course, if you are too afraid to wear it-” he lets the words hang in the air between us. I know he’s testing me. He wants to see how far I’ll let him go before I ask him to stop. But I don’t want him to stop. A shiver runs down my spine. Why do I find it so damn hot? Is it wrong to want everything that he wants to do to me?

“Well?” he murmurs. “What do you say, Sunshine? Can I blindfold you?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, then nod.

His muscles relax. Whoa, did he think that I was going to refuse him?

Before I can ask the question, he leans over and places the strip of silk over my eyes. He ties it at the back of my head, and just like that, darkness descends. I can sense my breath, the bead of sweat that trickles down between my breasts, the sound of his footsteps on the floor as he moves away.

“Stay right there,” he commands as his footsteps fade away.

The minutes stretch and I sit up. Where the hell did he go? Why did he have to blindfold me before he left? If it was to enhance the anticipation, then it sure as hell is working. I shuffle around on the table, to find a more comfortable position. Just as I am about to slide my legs closed, his footsteps sound. Something clinks, ice? Did he go to get ice? He places something on the padded table, then returns to stand between my legs.

“Ready, Sunshine?” his gravelly voice rumbles across my nerve-endings.

“Wh…what are you going to do?”

The heat of his body intensifies and I know that he’s moved closer. The pungent scent of the candle strengthens. The hair on the back of my neck rises. He’s not going to, is he?

A line of fire detonates in the center of my chest.

I scream. He claps his hand across my mouth. I bite down on the edge of his hand as the heat zings down to my core, then fades away just as quickly.

He removes his hand from over my mouth and I gasp, “Did you…did you just drip the hot wax on me?”

“It’s called heat play,” he affirms. The ice clinks, then a trail of cold so chilly that it’s almost hot steaks down my chest. It shoots down to my core and seems to circle my clit, which throbs.

“Ohmygod,” I gasp. “What was that? Was that the ice, was it-”

Another stream of heat zings down over my belly. My core clenches, my thigh muscles tremble, and moisture coils in my core. I close my fingers into fists as the heat fades away, instantly leaving me throbbing, sweating, wanting… More… Much more.

“Axel,” I whine, “what are you doin-” I yelp as a stream of cold follows in the wake of the heat. I can almost hear the moisture sizzle as it touches my overheated skin. Then, that too, fades away and something soft brushes my lips.

He takes my hand and places it over his shoulder, “Hold on.”

“What?” My heart rams into my chest, “What are you going to do, what-” I yell as a zing of fire trails down my chest. Did he just strip the wax off of my chest? My nipples tighten, my belly quivers, and all of the pores on my skin seem to pop. I pant and hold on as he licks his way down my skin. Then he rips off the next trail of wax and I moan. A trembling starts from my toes and rolls up my legs, my thighs. It seems to coalesce in my pussy, before radiating up my spine.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

A sizzle of cold zings down my lower belly, then I yell, for he’s drawing the ice around my swollen clit. He drags the ice down my lower lips, then slides it inside my pussy and I throw my head back. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder as he works the ice in and out of me. In and out. The climax roars through me and I cry out.

My eyes maybe blindfolded, but my vision turns technicolor as the most intense orgasm of my life grips me. As it fades away, I slump back onto the padded table. I float down from the climax and become aware that he’s pulled the ice out of me. He pauses-to place the candle back?-then he drags the ice across my lips. The moisture seeps into my mouth and I suck on it. The taste of my cum, mixed with the scent of his skin, fills me. And it’s dirty and erotic, and damn, if I don’t want more.

He slides the ice inside my mouth and I bite down on his fingers. He draws in a sharp breath, and a growl rips up his chest. The next moment, he’s replaced his fingers with his mouth. He swipes his tongue across mine as he yanks the blindfold from my eyes. I blink, take in that blue gaze of his that bores into me as he hooks his arm under my knee. He yanks my leg up and to the side, then positions his cock at my entrance.

“I am going to fuck you now.” He bares his teeth.

Before I can reply, he’s thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt. Too much. Too full. He stretches me. He’s so deep in me that, surely, I can feel him in my stomach. I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. He crams his tongue inside my mouth, and at the same time, he begins to fuck me in earnest. He lunges forward with such force that the entire table screeches back. My body jolts and the slap of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. He doesn’t close his eyes. He holds my gaze as he slides his hand between us and pinches my clit. A scream wells up, but he swallows it up. Sweat slides down his temple, plops on my cheek as he pulls out, only to lunge forward again. He hits that spot deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. He plunges into me, again and again. And again. Each time, he hits that spot and sensations vibrate out from the point of contact. He drags his hand up my body to cup my breast. He squeezes down on my nipple and a moan spills from my lips. He drags his hand down my arm, twines his fingers with mine. then tears his mouth from mine.

“Come for me, Sunshine, come all over my cock.”