Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“Get out of that dress,” Jakub orders the moment we step off the elevator at home.

I spin around to him, tugging at the skirt of the gown. “It’s full of buttons and hooks. I think you’ll have to help.”

He stalks toward me, his hands loose at his sides, his eyes dark and focused on me. His tie was discarded in the car, and his top button is open. Each step is calculated and firm.

“Jakub.” I laugh, picking up the skirt and rushing for the stairs. “Give me a minute.”

His footsteps are heavy behind me. “Not even home for a second and already you’re disobeying me.” He’s right behind me as I hurry into the bedroom.

I turn toward the door, a bubble of laughter fresh in my chest.

It all dies away when I see him standing in the doorway. He’s lost his jacket somewhere along the way, his shirt sleeves are unbuttoned, but his eyes. My breath hitches when my gaze locks with his. A fire, white-flamed heat, burns in his eyes, and my body heats with it.

“You behaved so well at my father’s home,” he says, stepping inside the bedroom and kicking the door closed. The loud bang of it makes me jump.

“You have a nice family,” I say softly. “It’s not like I went into this unwillingly.” Well, maybe a little.

By the time he makes his way to me, my heart bangs against my ribs. In quick order he plucks out all the pins from my hair and tosses them to the floor. He grabs hold of my shoulders and spins me around, quickly working open the hooks and buttons of the dress and shoving it down my body until it’s pooled at my feet.

“There.” He pulls me back to face him. I’m a rag doll in his hands, but it’s the way he looks at me that makes my head spin. It’s as though he wants to climb inside of me, and not just his cock, but his entire being wants to be close to me. Inside of me in more ways than just sex.

For a moment, I’m swept up in it. But it only lasts a breath before he unhooks my bra and shoves the straps over my shoulders.

“I like you this way, Nicole.” He runs his hand over my hair. “Wild and free. You were gorgeous tonight all pinned up and pretty, but this, when you’re in your natural form, this makes my blood heat.” He raises his hand to my throat, slowly closing his fingers around me until my breathing isn’t as easy.

“I like this, too.” He shuffles closer. His shoes are probably on top of my dress. “Having you in my grasp, at my mercy. Will I let you breathe, or won’t I?” He squeezes a little more. At this point, I should be terrified. Tears of panic should be falling from my eyes, but I’ve never felt safer. More alive.

“Do you like this, Nicole? Being under my control?” He brings his lips down, gently brushing his mouth over mine. “Being mine?” He kisses me again. “Because that’s what you are now. Mine.” His knee shuffles between my legs.

“Yes, Jakub,” I say, it comes out rough because his grip has tightened. Soon my air will be cut off; he could hurt me like this if he wanted.

But he won’t.

“Good girl.” He releases my throat and presses his lips to mine in a fevered moment that leaves me breathless and wanting and craving.

He takes a step back from me and quickly gets out of his clothing until he matches my nakedness. A black tattoo winds up his left arm and over his shoulder, dragging my eyes across his muscular chest and down his tight abs.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

While I’m staring at him, he grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head until I have to move up to my toes.

“I want you bound,” he says, walking me backward until my back hits the square post of the bed. “Stay put.”

I keep my hands exactly as he’s positioned me while he digs out a pair of cuffs from the top drawer of his dresser.

“Do you always have those on hand?” I ask as he carries them back to me, swinging from his finger.

He grins. “I moved a few things around, so I don’t have to go too far to get them.” He presses his body against me while he works the cuffs around my wrists. They’re soft leather with a thin layer of fur on the inside. Overall, pretty comfortable.

But I should know better than to underestimate Jakub. He pulls the cuffs up higher until I am completely on my toes. I hear a click before he steps back. When I look up to see what he’s done, I see there’s a hook in the wood. It’s a dark metal so it blends in well with the stain of the bedpost. The metal chain linking the cuffs has been secured in the hook.

“Do you remember when I tied you to my bed? When I made you beg for me to let you come?” His voice is raw, stressed.

“I do.” It may have been years ago, but my body remembers every sensation as though it happened only yesterday.

“You’re not allowed to come tonight until I give you permission. Is that clear?” He brushes his knuckles over my breasts, over my pert nipples, sending hot flushes across my entire body.

“Yes, Jakub.” I lick at my lips. All of my panting has dried them.

He moves down to his knees in front of me and my stomach trembles in anticipation. One leg, then my other, he pulls them up from the floor and puts them over his shoulders, burying his face between my thighs. The binds on my wrists tug, but the majority of my weight rests on his shoulders. He’s holding me up, pinned against the post while he positions himself in front of my pussy.

His hot breath washes over my already wet, already wanting sex. But still, when his tongue touches my clit, my body tightens. Using two fingers, he pulls my pussy lips apart and sweeps his tongue through my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth when he reaches it.

“Fuck,” I pant. One leg slips from his shoulder, and I find enough purchase on my toes to keep myself steady as he moves his tongue into a rhythmic dance. I’m not going to last this way; I’m going to explode.

“Jakub. Please. Jakub.” I push my hips toward him, beckoning him for more.

“Not yet,” he orders me, biting down on my clit and thrusting two fingers into my pussy. I could light the room with the electricity running through my veins at his touch.

His tongue dances over my clit, flicking and sucking it until I throw my head back gasping for air. I’m not going to be able to hold in the tsunami barreling down on me with his administrations.

“Please, Jakub. Please let me come.” I know what he wants, and he can have it. I won’t forgo the barrage of pleasure coming my way to save a little face. I’ll beg. I’ll plead. I’ll do almost anything to get his permission.

With a little twist of his fingers, he bends them inside of me, finding the secret button that makes my mind blank.

“Please!”

“Not yet,” he says, half laughing. I’m trying to breathe through the pleasure building, trying to find something that will keep me from disobeying him.

Suddenly, the finger coaxing me into a pleasure-filled utopia leaves my pussy and slides up between my ass cheeks until it’s pressed against my asshole. Everything tightens, and I jerk my gaze down to Jakub. He’s smiling up at me.

The arrogant bastard.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

“Exactly what I want to do,” he assures me, putting more pressure on my tight muscles.

I squeeze myself closed.

“Now, that will only make it harder on yourself, Nicole.” He licks his lips, which glimmer from my pussy juices.

“I’ve never done that before,” I confess in the hopes he’ll wait for another day. Not today, not on our wedding day.

“Fitting then, don’t you think, that your husband would take your virginity on your wedding night?” A short thrust has his fingertip inside of my asshole.

“You can’t… you can’t fuck me there, Jakub.” I shake my head. It’s not something I’ve tried, but I’m not ignorant either. It won’t be easy the first time.

“Relax, Nicole.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss to my belly, just above the triangle of neatly trimmed hair. “Just my finger tonight. You’ll come with my finger inside your ass and my cock in your pussy.” He shrugs off my other leg and moves up to his feet. For a brief moment, his finger leaves me, but quickly he wraps his arm around my waist and he’s back to his original spot-pressing against my asshole.

“I don’t think I can.” It’s a lie. The moment it leaves my lips I know it’s a lie. And by the way he arches his brow, he knows it, too.

“Well, then I’ll just have to work harder.” He uses his knee to push my legs apart, making me struggle to stay on my toes and relieve the tug of the binds. The fat head of his cock easily glides into my cunt and the immediate fullness has me sighing.

“You like this? Bound and fucked?” His whispered question washes over my face as he slowly thrusts into my pussy. With his free hand, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look directly at him. “Answer me, wife.”

“Yes. I like this,” I answer. I’m no hero. I’ll say what he wants if it will make him fuck me harder.

He grins down at me. It’s like he can see through me right to the very core of my thoughts. He knows what I want and how best to give it to me. It would be annoying if I wasn’t benefiting so strongly from it.

“Faster, Jakub,” I say, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Harder, too?” he asks, pushing his finger further into my ass. The intrusion burns, stretches me, but it does more than that. The rest of my body is more awake, more sensitive to his touch. His chest brushes against my nipples as his thick cock strokes me from inside and it brings me back to the edge.

“Yes, Jakub.”

“How do good girls ask?” he teases, thrusting harder into my pussy while shoving his finger fully into my ass.

I cry out from the strangeness of it, but soon it’s another assault on my senses. Just as I adjust to the feeling, he thrusts a second finger past my tight muscles.

“Oh, fuck.” I want to roll my head to the side, but he’s holding my chin in place.

“How do good girls ask, Nicole? Get it right, or you won’t get to come. And if you come without permission, you’ll be punished before I let you down from your binds.”

If his threat was meant to scare me, he got it all wrong. More than ever, my body is on fire for him.

“Please, Jakub. Please, can I come for you? Please?” His pupils have taken over his irises completely, and his cock jerks inside of me.

I got it right, I think.

“Such a good girl.” He bites down on his lower lip and thrusts upward into me, grinding his hips until my clit feels as good as the rest of my body with his movements. I roll my eyes then close them, riding the wave of sweet torment as he continues to fuck me against the post.

“Please, please,” I gasp out my pleas.

“Yes, Nicole. Come for me.” He jerks my chin down, my eyes fly open just before his mouth crashes down over mine taking away the last breath I held onto. Again, he swivels his hips, plows his fingers harder into my asshole while fucking me harder with his cock.

It’s too much, it’s not enough, but it’s plenty. My mind spirals out of control. I kiss him back as though my very next heartbeat depends on his touch.

“Good girl, Nicole. Good girl,” he growls against my mouth.

He bites down on my bottom lip and the pinch of it, the smallest bit of pain sends my body rocketing out of itself.

I scream as the storm within me unleashes. I yell his name. I cry out for God. I beg for more, and he delivers.

It’s only after long moments pass that my brain clears, and I can look at him while registering where and who I am.

And there’s his arrogant smile again.

“There you are.” He brushes his lips across mine, slipping his finger from my ass. “Are you ready?” he asks, while grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his hips.

“Yes, Jakub. Fuck me,” I whisper, stretching my neck until I’m able to kiss him with as much fever as he did me. When my teeth scrape over his lip, he growls.

He’s a man possessed. I’m sure my back will be bruised and scraped from the way he’s pounding into me, but I don’t care. Watching this. Watching him lose his composure this way because of me leaves me only wanting to see more of it.

He catches my gaze and holds it in a fierce grip. One thrust, then another before he stills. Releasing an animalistic roar, he finds his own release. His cock pulsates inside my pussy, and his hot cum fills me.

It’s a long moment before his head falls forward, his forehead presses against mine. Our heavy breathing mingles between us. The scent of sex and sweat fills the space.

He presses a kiss to my forehead and gently puts my feet back on the floor. As soon as his cock slips from my body, his seed spills onto my thighs.

“Hold still,” he orders in a tired voice. With expertise he unbinds me and brings my hands in front of me. He tosses the cuffs to the floor and rubs my wrists. “Your hands are a little red, are they okay? You feel them all right?” he asks, concern wrinkles his brow.

“I’m fine, Jakub. I’m perfect.” I kiss his cheek.

He brings his gaze up to mine, surprise in his eyes. “Then get in bed,” he orders me, stepping back. “I’m gonna get a towel.” And with that, he disappears into the attached bathroom.

When he returns, he’s not holding anything.

“Did you forget the towel?” I ask him while I climb into bed. It’s not even very late, but my body is worn out. It’s been a long day and going to sleep isn’t such a bad idea.

“No. I washed up.”

“But.” I wave my hand over my body beneath the blankets.

He’s put on his boxers when he climbs onto the bed beside me.

On top of the covers.

“Never wash away my cum.” He kisses my cheek then climbs back off.

I roll my eyes.

“That’s awfully caveman of you.”

He grabs his trousers and pulls them on.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says with a playful wink.

“Are you not coming to bed?”

“I have a few calls to make. Rest up.” He half climbs onto the bed and presses a warm kiss against my lips. It’s tender and simple, but the possession is there all the same. Jakub doesn’t need to make a fuss to show his power. It’s just part of who he is. “You’ll need your energy for the next round.”

He throws me a sexy grin as he leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him.

I stare at it, blinking a few times.

Next round.

Next round with my husband.

I blink a few more times before I remind myself. This isn’t real. This is not forever. This is just temporary.

Right?