Indebted to the Mafia King
Obedience Lessons

Eleni

The cool air whisks over my soaked pussy as I wait for Dante to return. During our last stay upstate, he showed me the wall of toys he keeps in the basement, and we tried out a few. Several of them still scare me, but I can take whatever he

gives me tonight. I think.

The door opens and closes behind me.

"Good girl," Dante purrs.

My body sparkles with pleasure, and I sink deeper into the space where I want nothing more than to make him smile.

He swipes a finger between my legs, gathering the wetness there, and I groan.

"Not yet." He circles around to where I can see him. "You haven't earned that."

I shake my head. No, I haven't. But I have earned dragging my gaze over his bare body. He stripped somewhere between the bathroom and here, exposing his taut stomach and the snarl of dark hair around his lengthening cock. I lick my lips. He hasn't abandoned that cool air of command, though.

"Tonight is about following orders and showing you there's no need to hide from me." H e tilts my chin up to meet my gaze. "I always want to know when you're in pain."

I start to melt, to turn back into myself, but he yanks one of my nipples sharply, and I yelp.

"Good." He massages the flesh. "Tonight, I want to hear you. Yell, scream, talk to me, whatever you want. But don't stop."

"Okay," I gasp.

He raises an eyebrow.

I flush. "Okay, sir."

He nods and lays items out on the bedspread in front of me one-by-one. The first, a glittering silver pair of nipple clamps, joined by a chain. One of the toys that scared me. My nipples have always been sensitive. Next, a braided leather flogger. I wince. I know the bite of that from our last time up here. Finally, a blindfold. I glance up at Dante.

"It's very simple, pet. The blindfold is for me."

The endearment shoots straight between my legs, and the evening takes shape before me. I have to prove I can communicate because Dante won't be watching.

"Green, sir," I reply.

He smiles and attaches the nipple clamps. I hiss at the sting, but the ache is what brings tears to my eyes. For him, though, I savor it. I'm listening. Then, he lifts the flogger and puts on the blindfold.

"Fifteen, pet." He runs his hand along my spine as he walks blindly along the bed. "Count for me."

The flogger lands on my ass, hot and sharp.

"One!" I yelp.

The next hit spreads down onto my bare thighs, near the bruise. I rock away from it ever so slightly.

"Two."

Dante pulls me back and lands three more strikes with brutal precision. The burn on my ass blends with the ache in my breasts and melts down into the inferno between my legs. I can be so good for him. He'll see. "Fifteen," I whimper when the last strike cracks across my skin.

He massages my aching ass. "How do you feel, pet?"

"Green, sir," I reply. I've been so good. I've earned an orgasm.

"No, how do you feel?" He spanks me lightly, setting off a frisson of heat-pain-want.

"G-good," I stutter. "So good. So good for you. Please, sir."

"Please what?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Have I been good enough?" I ask.

"For this?" He swipes his fingers between my legs again. "Hm, you're certainly wet enough."

I nod furiously. I need more of his touch.

"I'm going to lay on the bed. Get me a condom. If you can put it on and fuck yourself on my cock while communicating well enough, I might let you come."

"Thank you, sir." I scramble off the bed and grab a condom from the box in his nightstand. By the time I look back, he's already lying flat on the bed, his cock sticking proudly up and his hands pillowed behind his head. I take a moment to marvel at how, even with the blindfold on, he still has total control. I'm his.

I join him on the bed and open the condom, then position it over his tip. "I love doing this for you, sir. I love touching you any way I can." I slide the rubber down. I've never talked like this before, but I'm listening. I'm becoming obedient to him.

He groans, low in his throat. "Good."

I position myself over him. "You're so incredibly sexy just looking at you gets me wet sometimes."

He smiles, and I sink down onto his cock.

"Oh, you feel so good," I moan. "So right, like I was made to fit you."

"Put my hand on that chain between your pretty nipple jewelry." He holds one hand up.

I guide him to the chain, and he tugs, setting off a bright burst of pain that makes me yelp. "Perfect." He smiles. "Don't come until I tell you to."

I begin lifting myself up and dropping back down on his cock, using him like my very own sex toy. Every time I move, the nipple clamps pull on the chain in his hand, breaking up the constant stream of dirty talk pouring out of my mouth with moans and little hurt noises that make him smile. All the time, he just sits there with one hand behind his head and a knowing smile on his face, like he doesn't even need to see me to know what I look like. The smile drives me wild, pushing me to ride him ever faster to coax a new reaction. The disobedient part of me wants to see him come apart. The obedient one wants to earn my orgasm so I can come with him.

He pulls his hand out from behind his head and slides it up my leg to my hip. "I'm close, pet. How do you think you're doing?"

"Good." My voice cracks, ragged and desperate. "Please, tell me I'm doing good, sir."

"I like that." He smiles a little wider. "Beg more."

I balance myself on his chest, scraping against his skin. "Please, please let me come. I want to feel it with you. I want to listen now, I promise, you won't have to punish me again. I'm going to be so, so good." He squeezes my hip. "We'll see about that. But come for me, pet."

Dante thrusts up into me for the first time, his hips slamming into my clit, and I careen over the edge with a scream. He jerks and stiffens. Then, we both collapse together. I slide his blindfold off.

He kisses my fingertips. "How about a bath and then bed?"

I nod sleepily. I could listen if it was always like that.