Indebted to the Mafia King
How High?

Dante

I study Eleni in the reflection of the chrome elevator doors, nearly salivating. Her breasts are about to burst out of that dress of hers, one tug of a ribbon away from total exposure. And I know she's not wearing anything under the skirt. I nearly took her in the museum, and again on the street. It would be so easy. But after the past two weeks of everything spinning out of my control, I want to see just how good she'll be for me and only me.

The elevator doors open, and she starts to step out.

"Where are you going, pet?" I ask, low and dangerous.

She freezes. "The room?"

"Did I tell you to move?" I sweep my gaze over her body.

She shakes her head. "Sorry, sir."

I wait three heartbeats. "Let's go."

The hunger that burns through me when she follows a step behind me the whole way down the hall threatens to burn me to ash. I'm already half hard in these fucking suit pants. Tonight is going to be incredible.

I slide the keycard into the door and say, "From now on, you're not allowed a stitch of clothing inside this room." I open the door and step inside.

Eleni looks around the empty hallway, then reaches behind her. she unfastens the ribbon first and the tiny straps slide off her shoulders. Her breasts bounce free, full and begging to be touched. I wait. She unzips the skirt, and the whole dress slips to the floor, leaving her in nothing but heels and a few pieces of jewelry. I palm myself over my pants and step out of the door frame to allow her inside. She glances past me, bites her lip, then bends and picks up the dress before joining me inside.

Smart girl. I shut the door.

"Go to the bedroom and get the black box under the bed. Open it, and pick out your favorites, then wait."

She swallows and walks away. I watch her ass sway and decide I want to take my time. I strip slowly in the entryway, then fold each piece of clothing. Let her wonder what's taking me so long. Let her think about deciding not to wait. I stroke my cock a few times, then stride into the bedroom after her.

She stands in front of the bed with the box of supplies I ordered ahead next to her. I frown.

"You didn't choose anything."

She bites her lip. "They're all my favorites, sir."

A groan pours from my lips. "Such a good girl. Get on the bed." I stride to the box and start pulling out toys.

A shining metal spreader bar with soft leather cuffs. Another set of sparkling nipple clamps. And a length of soft rope in the same blue as her dress. She's going to look beautiful.

The rhythm of set-up comes easily. Adjusting her, adjusting the toys, checking nothing hurts more than it's supposed to. She's pliant, obedient, and so wet I'm actively watching the stain on the bedspread grow. By the time she's ready, my cock aches with the need for release.

I study her in the soft moonlight. The spreader bar holds her opening, exposing her dripping pussy. The nipple clamps dangle from the stiff peaks of her breasts, jingling slightly every time she moves. And the rope, wrapped in complicated patterns I learned long ago, holds her arms together above her head, giving me full access to every inch of her. On a whim, I grab my phone and snap a few pictures.

She moans. I grin.

"Such a good girl for me." I put my phone away and rub my hand over my cock. "Let's test that."

I pull out a final toy, a powerful vibrator, lean it against her clit, and crawl over her to put the tip of my cock against her lips. "Don't come before me."

In one swift motion, I flip on the vibrator and plunge past her lips. She gasps and swallows me down. I groan at the wet, silken heat of her. Restrained, she struggles to find a rhythm, and despite the need in my balls begging me to help her, I remain still. Her frantic blue eyes meet mine, and a moan rumbles over my cock. My control slips. I thrust forward, jamming myself further down her throat and summoning another noise. I wind my fingers into her hair and smile. She's too pretty, all trussed up like this and trying to please me, to stave off my orgasm for long, but based on the frantic wriggling behind me, she doesn't have much time either.

She scrapes her teeth gently over me. My hips snap forward again, and she gags. Tears run down her cheeks, but she taps the side of my leg to signal she's good, so I don't stop. I want her to obey me, and she looks so goddamn good. Moments before I plunge over the edge, she goes stiff underneath me with another moan as she comes. I force the expression of bliss off my face and pull out. She stares up at me, still caught in the throes of pleasure with the vibrator humming between her legs. Dismissively, I stroke myself the rest of the way and splatter semen all over her chest before her first orgasm even ends. She arches up into the liquid, her breasts shifting and the clamps catching the light, then freezes as she realizes what happened. Her eyes fly open.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she babbles. "I didn't mean to disobey, and-"

I put up a hand to stop her. "You could have done better."

She nods. "I want to be good for you."

I flick off the vibrator. "Prove it."

El blinks. "How?"

I don't answer for a long time. Instead, I play with the clamps on her breasts, enjoying every breathy wince and watching the skin turn pink. I could belt her easily enough, but taking the belt doesn't prove anything other than pain tolerance. No, I want control. After long moments of quiet, I palm my cock. It starts to stiffen. Ready for another round. I saunter over to the nightstand and pull out one of the condoms the hotel provides. A little small, but it'll do. She stares at me with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, like she's waiting for another blowjob. I roll the protection on and tap her chin.

"You already failed that challenge."

She looks down, embarrassed. "Sorry, sir."

"You're lucky I like you enough to let you try again." I flip her over so her face mashes into the pillows. She struggles against the ropes around her arms for a second, finds no release, and gives up, turning her head to the side. I grab her under the hips and reposition her with her ass in the air, the spreader bar still holding her open. "Same game, pet."

Then, I ram my cock into her weeping pussy. My name tears out of her mouth, halfway to a scream. I grin and set a bruising pace, then reach around to play with one of her dangling breasts. Her moans take on a desperate quality, almost pleading. Fuck, there's nothing quite like a woman who will do anything for you.

A small part of my brain snaps out of domination mode to correct me. There's nothing like a woman who submits to you and challenges you in equal measure. Who turns her obedience over like the most delicious fucking present. I slam my hips into hers and smack her ass just to watch the flesh jiggle. She fucks herself back onto me.

"I'm close," she whimpers.

I grin. "Color?"

"Green," she whines.

I smack her again. "Then too fucking bad."

Her next groan sounds more like a sob as she fights the tide of pleasure. I play her body like an instrument, hitting all the buttons I know drive her insane. Her thighs tremble. Her ass goes pink. Her voice breaks. But she doesn't come. With a final thrust, my vision whites out, and I spill inside her. A half second later, I hear her near-delirious cry as she releases the flood of pleasure she was holding back.

"Good girl." I fuck her through the aftershocks, then pull out and discard the condom quickly.

When I turn back, El remains splayed on the bed, open and ready for taking. She's still gorgeous. I doubt she could be anything else. But instead of wanting to torture her more, I find myself looking forward to the long, quiet minutes of undoing the restraints and taking care of her in the crash. Watching her become my Eleni again.

I join her in bed.