The Power of a Woman: A Mafia Erotic Romance (14 page)

I gasped, not understanding what he meant or what he planned to do. Stefan jumped from the bed, rooting around in his closet before coming back with a black, silk necktie. I stared at him until he had it tied perfectly in place over my eyes, blocking out all light. Without my sight or the ability to move, I was left with nothing but my hearing and the sensation of touch.

His hands ran down both sides of my body, scorching the skin in trails along my sides until he reached my hips. I felt him work the bar that kept my legs apart until it was gone, giving my bent legs room to sway. After that, I could only guess at what came next as I felt something thin, sharp, and cold run along my inner thighs, followed by something warm and wet. I had to force the image of it being a knife and trails of my blood from my mind, knowing Stefan wasn’t the sadistic kind that Scarface was. Stefan had a tendency to be rough, sure, sometimes causing my skin to give and my body to bleed, but it wasn’t for his pleasure, and never on purpose.

“Do you fear me, Tesoro?” he asked in a deep, seductive voice.

“No,” I answered meekly.

Something sharp pinched the sensitive flesh high on my right inner thigh, causing me to gasp loudly. “That’s not what your body is telling me.” His voice came out strong and demanding, close to my sex, and I knew the pinch had been his teeth, biting into me.

I didn’t know how to control my shaking limbs. Apparently, he wouldn’t trust my words, but instead, sought the truth in my body language. He wanted me to show him my answers through my reactions. So I hummed a soft moan and lifted my hips slightly, knowing his face was near. I’d answer him with my arousal.

“That’s better.” A swipe of his tongue over my bare mound felt warm, and then cold as the air settled on the moisture left behind. Then his tongue met my flushed skin once more as I sucked in air through my teeth, my arms pulled tight against the restraints. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
Lick
. “Who does her mind—your
thoughts
—belong to?”
Swipe
. “Who does your heart belong to?”
Flick
. “Who do
you
belong to?”

Each time he asked a question, my heart hammered harder against my ribcage. My blood rushed furiously through my veins until my pussy had its own pulse. I could feel it thumping, pounding, desperate for release…simply by his words alone. Moisture leaked from between my legs until I felt it drip to my asshole, and apparently, that was enough of an answer for him because he kept going.

“Who are you to me, Tesoro?”

A groan escaped, showing how desperate I was. My fingers were numb from pulling against the binds so roughly. My toes ached from curling so hard. And the nerve endings at the base of my spine were so fried they burned with the intensity of an uncontrollable forest fire left unattended for days.

“That’s right…you’re
mine
. Aren’t you, Tesoro?” Without warning, he stretched my channel wide with his fingers, not wasting the time easing into me. My natural lubrication was enough to allow God knows how many of his thick, rough fingers to slide right in until his palm pressed roughly against my pubic bone. “You’re so wet for me.” His fingers stilled, his hot breath coming in heavy waves against my mound. “I need you to answer me—do you trust me?”

“Yes!”

“You’re still shaking. I want to know that’s because of lust and not fear. Which one is it?”

“Lust. Definitely lust.”

“Can I trust you?” His voice was so dark and heavy, yet whisper soft.

“You can trust me,” I said with shaky words.

“Then I’ll trust that you will
not
come…no matter what I do to you. No matter how long I do it for. Do. Not. Come.” Without giving me time to reply, he pumped his fingers into me harshly, reaching the ever-growing spot that gave me such pleasure. His lips enclosed around my swollen, aching nub, and then he sucked as if he were sucking out poison from a bee sting. I felt a pinching sensation around my clit, and I knew it was his teeth.

The pain his mouth caused warred with the pleasure his fingers gave me and I had to fight against the orgasm that threatened to explode. I had my moments with him when I tested, pushed the envelope, but I knew I couldn’t afford that option at this moment. I had to prove to him that I could be trusted. That I could trust him. And the only way to do that was to hold back and keep my word. I felt as though I held on to a thin thread with oily fingers…feeling the control slipping.

Everything happened at breakneck speed. His hand disappeared, his mouth released me, but before I could catch my breath, my body tilted and an arm curled beneath one knee just as something else slammed into me, filling me up with something significantly bigger than his fingers. His large hands gripped one thigh hard as he pounded into me, hitting the same spot his fingers had teased moments earlier.

“Beg. I want to hear you beg. You came here looking for this, didn’t you? You came here because you needed to come on my cock, didn’t you? So beg for it. I need to hear you plead.”

“Please!” I screamed, willing to do anything if it meant I’d get the orgasm that had taunted me all morning. “Please, let me come on your cock. I want to come all over your big, hard dick.” My breaths were ragged and frantic, the words tearing through my throat.

With one hand still holding my leg up at an angle, his other trailed down the back of my thigh until he had a handful of my ass. He squeezed it hard, more than likely leaving behind marks that would turn into bruises, and then smacked it. The sting rippled through my body, but before the burning sensation could form, he did it again. Three more times, he slapped my ass, hard. Then, without forewarning, without caress, his fingers pushed past the tight ring of my ass, stretching me there as well.

“Come!” he yelled with a strained voice, deep and with a growl.

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t hold back. I came with such force I feared I’d black out. Bright white spots exploded behind my closed eyelids and the black mask. I wanted to shout, scream, curse…yet nothing but air escaped past my lips.

Stefan continued to pound into me for a few more breaths before one last thrust stilled him, and then his body collapsed around mine. Both of us were nothing more than panting, boneless forms entangled with one another.

“You soaked me, Tesoro. I’m so turned on right now I think I could go again.”

His soft, breathless voice in my ear instigated the smile spread upon my lips, causing my cheeks to ache along with the rest of my body. Slowly, the tie lifted from my eyes, yet I continued to keep them closed, worried about what I’d see when I opened them.

“Look at me.” It was soft, but a demand nonetheless.

I did. I opened my eyes and focused on his face. With his eyes trained on mine, he bent down and took my lips with his. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, not sure where the words had come from.

His brow creased. “What are you sorry for?”

“Reacting the way I did. Coming here when you told me not to.”

His expression softened and his eyes lowered.

“You have it all,” I confessed without hesitation.

His gaze found mine, searching for the truth. “I have what, exactly?”

“Everything. My body, my mind, my trust…my heart. I am yours, Stefan. I’ve always been yours. You have me, all of me, and always will. You have my everything.”

His brown eyes dimmed and then he moved them away from my face. In a soft, hard tone, he said, “You just came so hard you’ve soaked half my bed.” It wasn’t a lie, I could feel the wetness beneath me. “You’re in a post-fucked bliss and your brain is hazed with endorphins.”

“You don’t believe me?” I felt wounded.

His eyes met mine again before he spoke. “I think that’s what you want to believe. You
want
me to have all of that. But I can’t trust it until I see it. Until I can be with you and not see you shake, flinch, or shed a single tear. What I walked in on today…” His words lost their momentum as his eyes dropped once more. He released a sigh before continuing. “I never want to see that again.”

“Let me prove it to you.” And I knew I could. I knew without a doubt that I trusted him, and that I would never let that sadistic fuck consume my thoughts again. I was strong, resilient, and fully capable of controlling my own emotions.

Stefan silently released the belt around my wrists and then rolled over to my side, pulling me against him. My head rested against his bare chest, his heart beating beneath my ear. His fingers twisted in my hair as he pressed his face against the top of my head. He’d never done this before. We’d had our moments in the bath, curled up together in the afterglow of sex, but never like this. It almost felt as if a heavy cloud hovered over us.

“We need to talk, Tesoro. I have everything planned out for how we’ll take over things. I have everything lined up and ready for my word. My people are just waiting for the go ahead, but I can’t do anything until I know you’re ready. And you’re never going to be ready until you can trust me without thought. Blindly trust me.”

“I do,” I argued.

“No. I know you. I can hear your thoughts before you even think them. You
want
to trust me. And you will do your damnedest to show me that you do. But I need it to happen without second thought, without the effort. Blindly, Tesoro. Like you were just now. No sight…only feeling. That’s what I need from you. Until then, we can’t move forward.”

“Will you at least tell me what your plans are?” I asked as I looked up at him, needing to see his eyes.

He softly kissed my forehead before pushing away from me. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We’ll talk in the bath.” His words caused my heart to constrict in my chest. I knew what that meant, I had been around him enough. In the tub, I always sat between his legs with my back against his chest, it kept me from seeing his face as he talked to me. And he wanted to have this discussion in the tub for that reason, so I couldn’t see him.

Stefan helped me into the warm water after adding bath milk. Once I was seated, instead of joining me, he disappeared back into his room. It wasn’t until I heard the ruffling of sheets before I knew what he had done—changed his bed to rid it of the sopping mess I’d left behind. Before the jolt of embarrassment could hit, I shoved it deep down and allowed myself to feel pride over it. I’d been around long enough to know female ejaculation was nothing to be ashamed of.

My thoughts were interrupted when he cleared his throat, alerting me that he was ready to join me in the bath water. I leaned forward and allowed him room to sit behind me, wrapping his legs around my middle. I leaned back and rested my head against his chest and used the washcloth to clean the parts of his body I could reach.

I ran the cloth up his leg, stopping at his thigh, and it didn’t take long before I could feel the hard protrusion against my back. A smile crept to my face knowing I had the ability to do that to him. He could do a lot of things to me, but just knowing I could make him erect that fast by nothing more than washing him gave me a sense of pride like none other.

“I can’t tell you much about my plan until first, I have your trust, and second, until each phase is ready to be executed. But what I can tell you is this… The two families in this world that run things are yours and mine. Both run by men too old to conform to the new ways I see things going. If we want to stay on top, we have to conform. We have to stay ahead of the times. And neither your father nor mine have the capabilities to do that. But you and me? There’s not an ounce of doubt in my mind we could do it.”

I pressed the back of my head to his hard chest and relaxed my body against his. Defeat consumed me and threatened to drown me in this very tub, suffocating me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know what was going on with me, but it felt as though my mind and body worked against my efforts to stay strong. My eyes squeezed closed and my lips pressed tightly together as my chest burned with the need to release my pain. I fought to keep it in, but once the pain inside grew too much to bear, I let it all out in a deafening sob.

Stefan’s arms came around me, holding me to him in a tight embrace. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” he asked with panicked words and a concerned tone as I cried into the open air. “Talk to me, Tesoro.”

I shook my head, attempting to clear my mind of the dark haze that had come over me. “I can’t. You won’t understand.”

He let go and spun me around until I crouched in a ball between his opened legs, his face inches from mine with his hands holding my cheeks. “Try me. You’ll never know if you don’t talk to me.”

“You think I don’t trust you, no matter how many times I tell you I do. But you’ll never believe me. Which means you’ll never tell me about your plan, you’ll never involve me in it, and I’ll never be by your side.”

He steadily wiped my tears away with his thumbs while allowing me the time to pull myself together enough to continue. His patience was soothing, calming me enough to explain.

“The things…the things that
monster
did to me…you’ll never understand. Even if I told you in detail what I went through, you’ll never understand what it did to me. Inside. In my head. The fear and panic I live with every day…I can’t make it go away. Trust me, Stefan, I don’t want to live this way. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. And I never want to react out of fear around you, but I can’t help it. I can’t talk to anyone, because it’ll never be allowed. Even if my father knew the truth about that week, he’d never send me to a therapist. You know…it’s not allowed in this life. I don’t have to tell you that. But how else am I supposed to rid myself of these feelings? These fears that strangle me at times?”

He pulled my face closer until his soft lips pressed against my forehead. Then he slowly reached around me to unplug the drain, the water level lowering quickly around us. Before the air cooled my warm skin too much, Stefan pulled me from the tub, wrapped me in a large, soft towel, and hugged me against his body.

“I need you to do something for me. Can you do that, Tesoro?”

I nodded against his chest.

“I need you to go home, put on something comfortable, grab your sneakers, and meet me somewhere.”