OH, I AM so going to write this in my next chapter. The woman takes the lead and makes the mafia boss submit to one of his dark fantasies—being the one on the receiving end.
Lucas is sitting on an office chair I found in the library with his hands tied behind it. His body too. I made sure to tie it up so he wouldn't try and silly moves once I began the teasing. He looks exactly like how I'd picture my book boyfriends tied on a chair—sexy, wild, and a bit innocent since they'd be pleading for a fuck.
The six-pack is calling to me, dripping with water from the ice I've been using on his nipples. It's like a scene straight out of a porno video, and I get to watch it all live. Now all I have to do is give him one more push and he won't be able to stop begging.
We've been at it for ten minutes now and he started begging at five. I didn't know I'd enjoy it this much when we started but now that it's happening, I can't stop. I think I just unlocked a new fetish.
