Chapter 87: Iris: Lion’s den
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 , 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.
Raising my leg, I run my toes on the tip of his dick and watch him shiver with pleasure as he tries once again to rip the threads of rope holding him back like fucking Superman.
"Iris, I want to fuck you right now. Let
just..." I cover his mouth with my free hand like a teacher shushing a noisy student, standing behind him and using my other hand to play with his dick for a grand finale.
I’ve never seen a dick go red before. His veins are all over his skin, from neck to toes.
Especially on his dick, it almost seems like it’s vibrating every ti I touch him, ready for never-ending action. If I’m being honest, I want him too but I can’t just take him in yet. I’ve been observing every movent he makes when I tease him, etching it deep inside as if I’m studying a man’s body like a kindergarten kid.
"Mhmm," he moans when I wrap my palm around him, running it down to his base and watching him try to free his hands from the rope I tied around them. Never did I think that girl guide training in high school would co in handy like this but here I am, doing BDSM shit in broad daylight with my naked boyfriend whimpering in my hands and begging for
to sit on him.
"Bad boys deserve no pussy, so if you want it, you better shut up," I whisper sharply in his ear and he lets out a pained groan, desperately trying to find friction to satisfy the itch on his dick.
Man, I’m enjoying giving him a hard ti for sure. It’s like I’ve turned into the slutty version of Cruella, except it’s with my boyfriend not puppies this ti.
Lucas stops mourning in an instant and tips his head up to face
even though his eyes are covered, a small "o" forming on his lips as he sticks his tongue out. I give him a shallow kiss on the lips, doing my best to return the favor for how much I cried last night in this punishnt episode.
"Iris."
"Shhh."
"You said you’d fuck
if I begged. Just look at , I’m a fucking ss and my girlfriend is just an inch away from sitting on
and pleasuring . Please don’t torture
like this," he whines again.
I squirm at the temptation, my body heating when he lets out a low and deep throaty rumble that cos from deep within as if it’s a roar. If he knew just how much I was holding it in and trying not to sit on him, he wouldn’t be begging like that.
"I’m on edge Iris, just let
off this once and I promise I’ll read smutty books with you in bed at night without hiding. If that’s not enough I will buy you an entire library full of them and we’ll read them together until we age, but please, let
fuck you this once."
That’s it. He lost
at the reading until we age part. I’m scrambling with the rope on his hands and sitting on him in a few seconds as he desperately finds his way to the tie covering his eyes.
The mont he is free and able to see, I imdiately regret letting him off the hook. All the apology that was on his face a while ago disappears and he has my panty in his hands, ripping it off in one swift move that only a horny Lucas could pull off.
I don’t even have the ti to be shocked before he plunges into . It’s quick and deep, leaving
gasping for air as he stands and pushes his shirt that I’m wearing out of the way, pumping inside
like a madman on pills.
"Ah, what happened to my apologetic Lucas?" I mourn in his ear when he flops us on the bed, not in the slightest bit pulling out of .
"He died when you removed the rope. Now I’m going to return the favor and fuck you until you can’t even speak."
"Don’t make
even hornier with your dick already inside
sir. That’s the most dangerous thing you want to happen this afternoon."
"Oh yeah? What if I tell you I’m gonna flip your insides out and make you beg for
to stop after fucking in a hundred positions for the entire day?"
"Be my gue—ah!" One feisty thrust from
renders
useless before I even finish speaking. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head with one of his, using the other to grab the Collar of his V-neck t-shirt and ripping it off in one go.
Now we’re both naked and breathy.
"I’m the only one who’s red," he suddenly complains. True to his word, he is red. I want to giggle but fuck his dick inside
feels so good I can’t even think straight.
"Let’s change that shall we?" Lucas lowers himself onto
and has my nipple in his mouth, sucking and plucking on them like they’re popsicles.
"Lucas—ah!" He bites it, sucking until I writhe under him but he has
pinned to the spot. I know the feminist in
wants to murder
because why the hell am I enjoying being manhandled like this?
Whilst I’m still thinking of it, Lucas grabs
by the throat and gives
the most aggressive yet sensual kiss ever.
Geez, I sound like a pervert.
"You taste delicious Madam Mafia. I hope your stamina is just as good because we’re not eating any lunch today," he rumbles on my lips sending shivers in
when he rams inside
at the sa ti, not even giving
room to respond.
It’s then that I know that he ans business.
That I walked into the lion’s den and I have been cornered.
That I am fucked. Literally.
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