The Submission of a Mafia Princess (9 page)

“You’re a natural submissive, Antonietta.” Brax wound her hair around his hand and nipped at her neck. Closing her eyes, she was transported back in time to the evenings spent at the park in the exact position.

“We’re going to move to the tantra chair. Since you’re inexperienced, we’re going to take it slow, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll need your safe word tonight but feel free to use it if things get to be too much for you.”

Tantra chair? She hadn’t noticed the added piece of furniture in the corner of the room. A curvy chocolate colored leather wavelike lounger sat in front of the window a few feet from where she stood. It was narrower than any other lounge chair she’d seen before. Turning to Brax, she raised her eyebrow.

“I trust you,” she whispered and gazed into his eyes while thanking the Gods above for Brax’s pigheadedness, for not allowing her to play with Mick. Looking into his soft eyes, she couldn’t imagine such intimacy with anyone else. Lowering her bound hands to the front of her chest, she turned around and sat on the low dip of the tantra chair.

“Tell me about the chair? I’ve never seen one before.” She put her legs up on the top of the wave and he brought the end of the cord, along with her bound hands, over her head as the sound of a metal chain jingled behind her.

“The chair’s purpose is to enhance the sexual experience. It allows for the ultimate in intimacy and positions. A work of art, if you ask me, especially with the additions SRE added to it,” he chuckled. “The only way to truly appreciate it is to experience it firsthand.”

Her ears perked at the rustle of clothing. Turning toward the sound, she caught a glimpse of his muscular back. Her gaze returned to her own body. There was no hiding her flaws on that chair. No sheets or blankets to hide under, and she couldn’t even make her belly look less round by lying flat on a bed.

*****

Brax was scared as hell. He’d led more scenes than he could count but this one was far different. This one was with his Antonietta. He noticed many changes in her from the summer they spent together. She’d grown from a frightened girl to a self-assured woman. Or that’s what he thought until he removed his shirt, loosened the button on his waist and approached the chair. Her normally bright eyes looked down to the ground and a frown replaced her electric smile.

“Hey, what’s going on, sweetheart? Talk to me,” he said and knelt beside her.

Her long eyelashes lifted and she stared at him with watery eyes. “I’m okay,” she said quietly.

“I don’t think so. This isn’t going to work if we can’t talk.”

“I just...I’m not sure...why do you want to be with me, Brax? You’re so...perfect. You can have any of those skinny five foot eight model lookalikes out there. I see how women look at you.”

“Damn it, I said this three years ago and I’ll say it again. Do you own a mirror? You’re gorgeous and sexy and perfect.” He stood, straddled the chair and sat so her legs rested on each of his thighs.

“Don’t do that, Brax.”

“Do what?”

“Look at me like you believe what you’re saying. I’m not blind and you’re not either.”

Brax stood and her legs slid from his until her feet hit the ground. He looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Turn around, kneel and lean forward on the chair,” he barked and strode back to the chest at the foot of the bed.

“W-what are you going to do?”

“No questions, sub.” He pulled out a strip of satin and a paddle which he slid into the waistband of his pants so Toni couldn’t see it.

Walking to the front of the chair, he and bent to Toni’s eye level. “You may just need that safe word tonight, after all.” He tugged playfully on a lock of her hair.

She bit her lower lip, seemingly fighting the will to speak.

“Do you have something to say, before I blindfold you?”

Her mouth opened but closed before she could say anything. “No. No, sir. Thank you for the blindfold.”

He quirked his head. Damn. He’d forgotten how much she liked being blindfolded. The satin slid through his fingertips as he covered her eyes and tied the ends in a knot at the back of her head. Toni’s back rose and fell with a deep breath and she leaned the side of her face against the cushion of the chair. Brax wound his fingers around the handle of the paddle and pulled it from the waistband. Fingering the wooden head with his other hand, he slapped the base of his thumb a few times to perk her curiosity.

Toni turned toward him and bit her lower lip again.

“What are you thinking?” Brax asked.

“I wondered what you had in your hand but I think I know,” she said quietly.

“I think you know, too,” he said with a chuckle. “I want you to count them off, all five. And after each number, I want you to tell me you’re beautiful, desirable, sexy, whatever pops into your mind. And if I don’t believe that you mean it, you’ll get another five.”

Whack. “One! I’m beautiful?” Her voice rose an octave and sounded more like a question than a statement.

“That sounded like you were asking. Let’s try it again. Like you mean it.”

“Shit,” she said under her breath.

Whack. “One! I’m beautiful, damn it!” she shouted.

Whack. He aimed the paddle in the same spot. “Two! I’m desirable!” 

The next two paddlings hit different spots on her ass. He ensured the spankings were not forceful. They were more like an erotic spanking, a little sting but enough to let her know he wouldn’t tolerate the nonsense.

“One more, Antonietta. But this time I want you to say that you’re mine.”

Whack. “Five. I’m yours and yours alone.”

Brax dropped the paddle and rubbed the red from her ass cheeks, knowing it’d cut the pain from a sting to a numb warmth. His fingers ventured lower and traced over her slick wet heat.

“Ahh, you liked the spanking, didn’t you?”

A sob escaped her mouth before she pressed her lips together and sniffed.

Fuck. He kneeled behind her and pulled the blindfold from her head.

“Antonietta?”

“I loved it. I can’t explain but it was exactly what I needed. Please, Brax. I need you inside me.” She ground her ass into his aching bulge and he used every ounce of self-restraint to keep himself from thrusting into her wet core unsheathed. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on as he kicked off his pants.

*****

The spanking. Never had anyone violated her body like that. She was shocked to learn seconds before the paddle hit her ass that he was really going to do it. With each stroke, her insecurities melted away and were replaced with need. A need only he could fill. She submitted to him a trust she knew he wouldn’t overstep. The last thing she had left to give was her virginity. As he stroked his cock along her still burning ass, his free hand found her aching breasts. Coaxing each nipple to a hardened nub between his fingers, she arched her back, giving him easy access to where she needed him most. His mouth, open and hot against her neck, sent shivers down her spine.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Tell me now.” His husky command almost made her come.

“I need you to touch me, to fill me. I need you,” she said breathlessly.

He remained behind her back, brushing teasing fingers over each breast before moving southward over her ribs and stomach. It was the first time she didn’t feel self-conscious about her rounded belly.

“I love your body, baby. Love your curves.”

His fingers continued a path to the juncture between her thighs and teased their way to her mound. He traced circles around her sensitized skin. Her breath hitched and liquid heat flooded her sex. She tried to press her legs together to relieve her building desire.

He chuckled deep. “I’ll take care of that, baby. Keep your legs apart.”

Spreading her knees apart on the lounge, she was rewarded by a quick pass to her clit. At first, it was a light flick as he explored her slick folds. The torturing circles soon became tighter on her bundle of nerves. She cried out, ready to tip over the edge when he stopped. Moaning in protest, his hands left her molten need.

“Shh. I want to be inside that tight pussy while you come, sweetheart.”

His left hand anchored her hip and he plunged his hardness deep inside her wanting channel. She’d expected him to take it slow. Thrusting his full length from behind both surprised her and almost sent her over the edge.

“Oh!” she called.

He stilled, allowing her to become familiar with the feeling of him inside.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re amazing. So tight. So good.”

Stroking her clit, he moved in slow fluid strides in and out, taking her deeper with each thrust. Rocking with him, her pussy tightened around his thickness as her climax quickly developed from her tight depths. She silently willed it to remain teetering at the edge but there was no stopping the exquisite heat consuming her body. He shifted so just the tip of his head remained inside then buried his length deep within her core with a groan through clenched teeth. His cock coaxed pulsating waves of pleasure through her core, milking him until there was nothing left. He collapsed onto her back, holding the bulk of his weight with his hands that grasped either sides of the tantra chair. His breath hot on her neck and his rapid heartbeat fluttered at her back.

“You’re mine. Always and forever.”

Nudging wet strands of hair from her eyes with her arms, she willed the tears away. It wasn’t time to enter reality. She still had a few more hours of paradise.

“You okay?” His voice was husky.

“Better than okay,” she said stifling a sob.

“I’m glad to hear that because we are far from done. Flip over on your back and I’ll show you a few more benefits to the tantra chair.”

He shared more secrets of the sexy piece of furniture as well as a few implements from the chest and she soon lay blissfully happy and slightly sore. Unbinding her wrists, she was finally able to trace her fingers down the steely contoured muscles of his chest and abdomen. Her gaze followed her hands until it stopped on his semi-erect flesh.

Her eyes flicked up to his. “May I?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask,” he said with a sly smile.

Cupping his balls into her left hand, her right encircled his burgeoning erection. Her thumb rubbed across his slit as the drop of arousal covered his velvet head. Bending forward, she trailed the tip of her tongue along his thick vein.

“Fuck,” he said and raked his fingers through her hair.

Falling to her knees, she nipped along the underside of his cock before taking him fully into her mouth. He fisted her hair and guided the rhythm as she sunk her lips over his length and pulled away with hollowed cheeks. The sounds of his groans along with the slick noise of his cock between her lips renewed her arousal. Parting her knees further, she slipped two fingers into her heated core before sliding them over her wanting bundle of nerves. She glanced up to meet Brax’s eyes to find him watching her every move.

“Christ, I can’t get enough of you. Never enough.”

His words spurred her on and she took him deep while she pressed down on her pulsing heat. Her own moan vibrating along his rock hard shaft.

“Fuck. Coming. Now,” he growled and pulled up on her hair. She clamped down on his thigh with her free hand, insistent on taking all of him into her mouth. Deep moans filled her ears as hot shots of his orgasm shot the back of her throat.

Pulling her to her feet, he kissed her deep, his tongue intertwining with her own. He broke their kiss and placed his forehead on hers. “You’re an incredible woman, Antonietta. I’m not going to let you go again. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.”

Toni shook her head and opened her mouth to speak.

“Shh. Rest now.” He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her gently on a sea of pillows, he brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. Toni laid one hand over his and tugged his fingers as she moved into the center of the enormous bed. Without a word, he slid behind her spooning her body into his. Still holding his hand, she kissed the back of his palm before wrapping it around her chest and nuzzling into his chest. “Sleep, Antonietta.”

She woke with a start and sat straight up. Her heart pounded deep within her chest as her hands patted the bed in search of Brax. A moment of relief sailed through her core when she felt his sleeping body.

“You’re safe, love. Lay back down,” he said sleepily.

In the darkness and warmth of their cocooned bodies, his fingers trailed softly over her skin. Sighing, she turned on her side to face him.

His eyes opened and bored into her soul as tender fingertips began at her temple and smoothed over her face to her neck. “When you’re with me you’ll always be safe and I won’t give you up,” he said with half closed eyes. “Ever.”

“Brax, you don’t underst—” He touched his finger to her lips.

“We’ll figure it out in the morning, sweetheart. Just leave it all to me. No more words; just clear your head and just feel.”

His soft lips were upon hers as he shifted above her. There were no restraints, bindings or blindfolds. Just an exchange of warm bodies and tender words. His movements were slow and deliberate as they climbed to the brink of climax together. She cried out his name as her inner walls contracted upon him. Shifting his hair through her fingertips, he breathed heavily into her ear as his thickness pulsed within her.