Page 31 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
“Count four more for me like the good little girl you are,” my fingers gingerly trail along her cheek, but my words are demanding, “Show me how you can take it and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Four more,” she repeats quietly as I make my way back to the paddle.
Before lifting it from the bench, I grab the strings of Ellie’s underwear and slide them down her thighs to her knees. My left hand travels back up her thigh and I slide it under her stomach and between her thighs as my right lifts the paddle from the bench. I strike.
“One,” she groans, my fingers sliding into her wet slit as the paddle strikes her ass. The pads of my fingers work over her swollen clit and I bring the paddle down on her again as she whimpers, “Two.”
Lifting the paddle, my fingers dip inside of her and she pushes back against my hand. Soaked with her arousal, I return my fingers to her clit and she squirms against my them. The paddle comes down with a crack that fills the room.
“Th…Three,” she pants as her hips needily rock against the rubbing of my fingers.
“That’s it,” my voice a deep whisper, “Let go for me. Let yourself feel it all.”
Swinging the paddle a final time, her whole body quivers, tears stream down her face, when she cries out her release as she comes.
I take a seat on the bench next to her before pulling her into my lap. My arms wrapped comfortingly around her body, I hold her against my chest, loving the feel of her soft body against mine.
“You did so fucking well,piccolo fiore,” I continue to stroke her hair as she quietly cries through the overwhelming flood of emotions. “Your perfect ass loves my paddle. Can’t get enough of it. And you love how fucking hard it makes you come.”
Holding Ellie against me, I continue to praise her as her breathing slowly returns to normal. When it does, I look down at her and ask, “Are you ready to go home?”
Her tired eyes looking back at me, she is disheveled. Relief and lust wash over her as she responds, “Yes.”
Helping her from my lap, I stand her before me and pull her underwear up her thighs and over her hips.
“Let’s get you dressed,” I walk her to the small closet at the back of the room and pull out her dress. Helping her into it, I pull it onto her body and slowly slide the zipper up her back. Her body shivers and I watch goosebumps spread across her skin. Pulling my jacket from the from the closet, I slide it over her shoulders.
It's massive on her and she is nearly lost in it, but she could not be more perfect in this moment.
Bring the car around back
ANGELO
Yes, sir.
Two minutes.
Walking Ellie the length of the hallway, I lead her through the emergency exit door. Angelo is parking the car as we step into the alley. I don’t wait for him to get out and open the door. Instead, I open the rear passenger door myself and help Ellie into the car before sliding in behind her.
Hair falling over her face, she melts into me as I put my arm around her. Resting against my chest, her breaths are slow and rhythmic as she fights against falling asleep.
“Rest,piccolo fiore,” my lips press lovingly against her forehead as I whisper, “I’ll get you home safely.”
Ellie is asleep within a couple of blocks, and I continue to gently caress her and kiss her hairline as we make our way through the city.
I fucking love the feel of her sleeping in my arms.
But I know this can’t go any further than tonight.
ChapterTwenty-Three
ANGELO
Parked in the lot across from the club, I sit in the car waiting for Sal’s text saying that he is ready to head home for the night.
I pull my phone from my pocket and check it again, even though it hasn’t made a sound. Ellie hasn’t responded to either of the texts I sent her in the past two hours.
It’s not like her to ignore me.
