Tempted By The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Charlotte

We get to the large glass doors at the end of the hall on the left side. I know the doors to the right go down to the sex dungeon and I’ve never been down there. I don’t know where this will lead me to.

We step onto stone floor and the air is much cooler, like there’s a door open somewhere.

“Gabe where are you taking me?” I giggle as we get through the doors. The music isn’t so loud down here.

“You’ll see.” His lips quirk into a smile of mischief and eyes flash with promises of wild sexual fun. The kind we’ve been having for the last few nights.

It doesn’t take long before I do see. We go through another set of glass doors and I hear water, then we step into a large room that looks like it could have been pulled from some medieval palace. Like King Arthur’s castle Camelot, but this has that dark sexy feel to it.

There are candles everywhere and an archway leading to a floor to ceiling glass window where I can see a pond-like structure in the dark night.

I look around as he releases me and look over all that’s in the room.

A large wrought iron four poster bed is in the center with a chandelier hanging over it. The sheets are navy blue satin and there’s a wooden table next to it with three candles and what looks like chains.

I look to Gabe and notice he’s watching me keenly like he’s studying me, assessing me. Assessing my actions, reactions.

“What are we doing tonight?” It’s probably a stupid question. This feels like the sex dungeon or something similar, something from a dark fantasy of wild pleasure we used to talk about where I end up tied to his bed.

We never got around to doing that. He used to try and shock me with his comments, but we both knew he wasn’t joking and I used to wonder what it would truly be like to do something as wild like that.

I just don’t know If I can be the way he wants to be.

“You just walked on set of my darkest fantasy of you.” He smiles.

“Fantasies of me? The little school teacher?” I chuckle.

“You damn well know I’m crazy about you, my naughty little school teacher.” He taunts. “I’m crazy about you… and it makes me crazy that you don’t trust me.”

The accusation embarrasses me and there’s a noticeable shift in his mood and the sparkle in his gaze.

“That’s not true.” I say, automatically taking the defensive, but then I realize he’s right. Not completely, but all my actions so far have shown distrust.

He caresses the edge of my jaw. “You don’t mean to baby, but it’s true. You and me we go way back… so far back some people live a whole lifetime. We’re a long way past sex and you know that. You know that we aren’t screwing and fucking around but you would run away from this…” He drops his hand from my cheek and motions from me to him. To the invisible force that connects us, that’s actually not so invisible because I feel it when I’m with him, all the time I’m with him. “You’d run from me because of fear and I get it. You don’t trust me, but tonight I want to make you try. If you let me.”

His words speak to my soul, to the girl I used to be, the woman I am now who’s restraining what I want to be with him. I’m trying damn hard to break down the wall. I am and while I’ve been through hell… I feel like I owe him a chance to be with the person I used to be. Maybe by doing so I can release her and screw fear.

“What do you want to do to me?” I ask breathlessly.

He chuckles. “Mostly, I want to live out my wildest fantasy of you tied to my bed naked, at my will. You allowing me to truly own you and take you over the edge again, and again, and again.”

“The edge?”

“The edge. It’s the place where you become the goddess. The queen. You give me control over her body but she’s in charge of what I do to you. I want you to trust me to wipe away the nightmares of the past and think of only me. Me giving you unimaginable pleasure you’ll only ever have with me, Goddess.”

Tears actually sting the backs of my eyes. I’ve never felt so important in my life, so valued.

I want what he wants. “I like the fantasy.”

Lust instantly glitters his eyes. “Be careful Charlotte… it’s a wild dark fantasy. If that’s where we’re going you have to give yourself to me. You have to trust me.”

“I… want to.”

He moves closer and walks around me slowly looking me over. The heat in his gaze burns me up.

“You want to give yourself to me completely and trust me with your body?”

That sounds so … it sounds like what I did before, when he took my virginity.

I can do it again, it’s the same guy.

“Yes.”

“Show me you want to.” There’s only one answer to that so I lift the hem of the negligee and pull it over my head.

I’m standing naked before him, wanting him to take me, wanting him to do whatever he wants to me.

My action is enough of an answer for him to know what I want him to do.

He comes closer and brushes his nose to the hollow of my cheek in that predatory manner common with animals who are marking their territory.

“Your safe word is red,” he tells me. “Say it baby.”

“Red,” I say. I can’t lie, the darkness and excitement is thrilling but scary at the same time.

“You say it anytime you want me to stop, no matter what I’m doing. Understand?”

I nod and his lips brush over mine.

“Get on the bed. Keep the heels on. I want those digging into my back when I fuck you.”

Like a puppet on a string, I’m helpless to his demands and I do what he says.

I get on the bed and rest back onto my elbows.

He looks at me with that assessing stare again and I grow wet from the desire I see in his eyes.

He walks around to the table with the chains and a lump forms in my throat.

Oh my God, I’m nervous. We’ve never done this and it’s kinky as fuck and outside of my element.

Or is it?

The fact that my mouth is watering from the sexiness of the anticipation of what we’re about to do probably means it’s very well within my element. I’m just kinkier than I thought.

And, there is that part of me that yearns for freedom.

I want to be the goddess.

I do.

I want to be empowered but mostly I want to see what the edge looks like and I want him to take me there.

I want him to make me forget the nightmares and take what he’s offering me. I want that.

All of it.

Picking up the chains, he moves to me and secures my right arm to the rail on the head board. There’s a leather band around the wrist but a clasp that’s metal and cool on my skin. The chain is long enough so I can move my arm enough to lie down and rest my arms outstretched on either side of me, but I can see that if I was to reach forward, there’d be a limit where I’d be restricted. I try it and see I’m right.

Gabe moves to my other arm and does the same thing. He doesn’t do my legs though. I guess so I can dig my heels into his back.

I can’t wait for that part.

“You okay?” he asks. I notice the look in his eyes is hotter. Molten with the heat of what I’ve allowed him to do to me. I’m chained to his bed. Me-chained to his bed.

“I think so.” I bite a smile which comes full bloom when he lowers to kiss me. I kiss him back and try to reach up and touch him but I can’t, the clink of the chains on my wrists prevent me from doing so, but fills me with excitement at the same time.

He notices.

He notices and smiles while I settle back on the pillows.

He stands and starts taking his clothes off and I’m practically drooling by the time he strips down and I see his cock is already erect and ready to take me.

Again he notices how bad I want him. My damn cheeks flush and embarrassment creeps into them. I think I’m always going to be like that when I see him naked. The man has the kind of body best reserved for a dirty fantasy that could earn a girl a lifetime in confessional just for the sinful thoughts that fill her mind.

The girl… aka me. Gabriel Giordano is the kind of man who will always make me weak kneed and drool because he’s hot like sin and has the body to go along with the sin.

I watch rock hard muscles work as he turns and goes back to the table and my eyes land on his ass. And I don’t look away until he turns back to me with a black silky cloth. Blindfold.

My lips part. I didn’t see that before. It looked like part of the table because it has a glossy black finish as glossy as the satin material.

He moves to me and holds it up again.

There’s a question in his eyes but he still asks for permission. “May I?”

“Yes.” I surprise myself.

He secures the blindfold around my head and the loss of sight heightens my other senses. I know he’s still near even when he stands up. I can sense his presence and sense that he’s watching me.

It feels strange but I can also sense that I’ve tapped into something else that makes me rely on aspects of my body and mind that I haven’t used, or never used.

I have to trust that what my senses are telling me is right and I have to trust him.

I have to trust him.

This… is a lesson about trust because no matter what happened to me I know Gabe will never hurt me.

Everybody else has hurt me in some way. Not Ma. She never hurt me. She never hurt me at all and I cast my mind back to when I was younger and seeing Gabe in secret. She knew how I felt about him and didn’t stop me from seeing him because she respected my feelings.

Pa and Cordelia have hurt me in their own ways.

Gabe though… in my mind’s eye back then… ten years ago I know he would have died trying to save me when Antonio took me. I know he would and that says something that I know that as a fact.

The acceptance of that thought does something to me.

The bed creaks and I feel him closer.

“Listen to my voice goddess and feel me, feel me goddess,” he says into my ear and traces his thumb over my lips.

“I feel you.”

His lips replace his thumb. Full, and soft lips that press to mine and make me smile from the gentleness in which he kisses me. His lips leave my mouth and trail to my neck.

He leaves a fiery line of kisses down my skin and kisses his way to the swells of my breasts. He takes my right nipple first and starts sucking. The way that he’s sucking is different to how he normally does it, it’s with purpose and within seconds I know what the purpose is.

He’s awakening my body and my senses, he’s heightening the experience I would normally have a hundredfold by going slow.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He sucks and licks over the tip, working it to life while he fondles my left breast, caressing the tight, taut peaks.

He continues his suckle, taking as much of my flesh into his mouth and the sensation pulls wildly at my core leaving my pussy aching for his cock.

A mindless moan falls from my lips and he starts sucking harder and harder.

I reach for him and the chain clinks, holding me back. Then I feel the next part of the lesson. The restraint and having him do what he wants to me is exhilarating and so much more than when we’re together normally.

Oh God… it feels so damn good and better when he moves to the left breast to suck. He gives it the same attention and caresses the right nipple.

I’m pretty certain I’m so wet the sheets are going to be soaked but I don’t care. This is what he does to me.

“Want more Goddess?”

“Yesssss…. Please give me more.”

He chuckles low and deep and I smile, feeling so alive.

My skin is tingling and starts humming with pleasure when he places his lips back to the flat of my stomach and works his way down to my mound. But, he moves away just when I think he’s going to start eating out my pussy. His lips had just brushed over my folds when he stopped.

Footsteps pad across the wooden floor and there’s another clink.

What is he doing?

Christ… what is this man going to do to me now?

This is so crazy. It’s so crazy and exciting.