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As I do as he says, he goes to a cabinet and retrieves two more cords of rope. He also holds a gold pouch. I guess we’re not done because he hasn’t come yet. I wonder what it’s going to take for him to orgasm and hope it doesn’t involve more hard fucking.
He wraps rope above my left knee and ties it to the corner of the headboard. He does the same to my right knee. Because I’m fairly limber, having my legs pulled back and spread wide isn’t too uncomfortable. Taking my wrists, he secures each to a corner of the footboard. With a limb tied to each corner of the bed, there’s no escape for me.
Kneeling between my widely spread legs, he pulls several pillows below my rump to elevate me. Picking up the golden pouch he had set down on the bed, he takes out what looks almost like a golden electric toothbrush except the head is a small globe with ridges. I’m hoping it’s some kind of vibrator.
Rafe rubs his cock over my clit and labia before inserting himself into my wet heat. I’m a little sore there from the earlier pounding, but he still feels good. He locks his gaze with mine as he gently thrusts. He turns on the handheld device. It doesn’t look or sound intimidating, but my breath quickens anyway.
He places the head of the device on my clit, and my body jumps, caught off guard by the novel stimulation that’s gentle and powerful at the same time.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Yes...yes, Sir,” I pant. I squirm, feeling my pussy clench as my body prepares for another orgasm.
But then he cuts into the pleasure with a dose of pain by pulling on my nipple. I scream until he lets go. He caresses my other breast before pulling on that nipple. I have to scream a few seconds longer this time before he releases my poor nipple. He goes back to the first nipple and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple still smarts, so this relatively tame attention doesn’t feel all that good.
“We could make these really hurt,” he tells me. “Want to know how?”
I shake my head.
“You wouldn’t lie to me about the Morelli, would you?”
“No,” I answer emphatically.
“Good.”
Releasing my nipple, he rocks his hips while exploring my clit with his device. He holds it to a spot that gets the biggest rise out of me.
“Omigod. Can I...?” I murmur.
“Yes, come,” he grants.
“Oh, oh, oh...” I grimace before coming undone.
My climax seems to shoot me toward the ceiling. My limbs jerk against their bonds. Rafe plunges in deep and hard before I accidentally buck off him. He drops the device to grab my thighs as he slams into me. I’m still too busy riding the wave of a long and intense orgasm to care.
With a loud grunt, his body quivers alongside mine. A flush spreads over his upper body and face. After a few final thrusts, he slows, his body relaxing. I feel him throbbing inside me as I lay there, nerves still tingling, heart still racing.
He withdraws from me, and I sigh, seeing that he finally came. After disposing of the condom, he unties me from the bed. Laying down next to me, he slides an arm beneath me and curls my body toward him.
“That was amazing,” I say. “Thank you...Sir.” Until I get myself out of here, it’s best to remain on his good side. “The orgasm, I mean,” I clarify, in case he thinks I liked it all.
I shouldn’t like being held by him, but it gives me hope. If he can have tender moments like this with me, he can’t be so cruel as to kill me later when I haven’t even done anything wrong, right? Or can he really be that cold-blooded?
“Is it okay to ask questions now?” I ask.
“Yes,” he replies.
I trace his pectoral muscles. He seems to have let his guard down, like he doesn’t have to play the part of the stoic badass gangster for the moment, and I want to take advantage of his postcoital ease. “How did you decide to be a gangster?”
“How did you decide to be a thief?”
“I have a talent for stealing, I needed money, and it was easy to do. But I don’t want to keep doing it. In fact, if this Morelli job pays as much as Alessandro says, maybe I could take a break and enroll in City College. What about you? You seem like you’re successful enough that you could retire.”
“I could,” he acknowledges, “but I have unfinished personal business.”
“So being a gangster isn’t just a paycheck for you?”
Rafe stares up at the ceiling. “It never was.”
