Page 45 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
“And you’re going to enjoy it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes, what?” My hand grips a chin a little firmer.
“Yes. I’m going to enjoy it,” she whimpers.
Her attempt causes a slight smile to spread on my face.
“When we play, and when I fuck you, you will refer to me as Sir,” my voice is stern.
The honorific causes her eyes to widen.
“But for tonight, regardless of where we are or who is present, you only address me as Sir,” I stare down at her. “Understand?”
She nods her head in agreement.
“I will let you have that one,” I pause for a moment, “We know you like the paddle…”
The glimmer in her eyes at the mere mention of the word causes my cock to twitch.
“Every time you fail to refer to me correctly, will result in a swing of the paddle when we return to the house. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she swallows, and I proceed to walk her down the hall to her room.
“You look beautiful,” I eye her over, “but this is not appropriate for where I intend to take you. Take it off.”
Standing before her, I cross my arms and wait for her to begin removing her clothes as she looks back at me.
“We’ll learn one rule at a time,piccolo fiore,” my voice is deep and gravelly, “but I do not like having to give directions twice. Take off your clothes.”
My eyes locked on her, I watch intently as she slowly and nervously removes her sandals, jeans, and T-shirt.
ChapterThirty-Three
ELLIE
Placing my shirt on the edge of the bed, I look to Sal as he glares back at me with his arms crossed.
“You aren’t done,” his voice is gruff.
Reaching behind me, I unfasten my bra, slide it down my arms, and drop it on the bed. Hooking my thumbs under the fabric of my panties, I bend forward while pushing them down my legs. Standing and placing them on the bed, I fidget and try to cover myself.
I feel on display and vulnerable.
Sal steps toward me and places my hands at my sides. His fingers under my chin, lifting my head he says, “You stand tall and proud. Honored to provide me the opportunity to enjoy every fucking inch of you. You don’t hide this beautiful body from me. Understood?”
“Yes,” I watch his jaw clench as he eyes me, “I mean… yes, Sir.”
Shit.
“That’s one,” he raises a finger in the air before walking to my dresser. He opens a couple of drawers before he finds what it is that he was looking for. Sal’s hands work through my drawer of bras and panties. Occasionally, he lifts one and lays it on the dresser. It appears that he has found a set he likes, as he begins to put the others neatly back into the drawer. When he returns to me, he has a sheer navy lace bra and thong in his hands.
His hand trails down my side and he locks his eyes on mine, “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are? What this fucking body does to me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I smile to myself at the look in his eyes.
“Good girl,” he growls at me, and I feel my body start to flush as he bends before me with the panties. Stepping into them, his fingers trail up my legs as he slides them over my hips.
