Owned by the Mafia Bad Boy (Book Five)

by Raven Dark

  The butler bowed distantly and left. I tossed my bag on the bed and looked around, fingering through the closet full of women’s clothing that still had tags on them. All of which looked like my size. Did Kane fill the closet full of clothes for every woman he had here?

  Just as I was opening my bag to unpack, Kane’s hands slid around my waist. I jumped a little, not having heard him approach.

  “Jesus Christ, Kane, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

  His huge palms took up my whole waist, cradling my hips. He pulled me gently back against him, and his lips brushed my ear. “Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

  “I’m not in the mood, Kane.”

  He smiled against my ear as his hand slid down to the hem of my skirt. “That’s not how it works, girl. You take your punishment when and how I say.”

  “You can’t whip me. I haven’t healed yet.”

  “Do you trust me, Anika?”

  “Never.”

  He chuckled, a low, sinister rumble that threatened to sear my resistance to ash.

  Son of a bitch, how the hell did he make me want him so easily? One touch, and my mind spun with delicious images of him bending me over and lashing my ass before he spread my legs and hammered me to release. He couldn’t whip me this soon, not when my ass hadn’t healed from the last punishment. Yet when he rubbed himself against me and the whip marks already slashing across my ass chafed and stung, part of me wanted to feel the sting of his belt, simply because of the ownership it implied. A drugging mix of dread at how much worse it would feel to have him belt me this soon, and potent need to have him own me, pumped into my veins like fire. This man was like heroine, and just as bad for me.

  “Not to worry, angel. I won’t damage you. I have other plans for you this time.”

  “W-what will you do to me?”

  Slowly, his hands slid away. Already, I mourned their absence, damn him. I turned to him, and he crossed his arms. “Anytime we stay here, this is your room. Mine is down the hall.”

  It stung much more than I liked, what he was saying to me. We wouldn’t be sharing a room. That fact was yet another indication of his need to distance himself from me.

  “I saw the clothing in the closet. Was there another woman’s clothing in there before today?”

  “Yes. Once we’re done here, we’ll be having dinner, and I want you dressed for it.” He reached into the closet and pulled out a selection, a velvety black cocktail dress with a slit up one thigh. Slinky, seductive, and absolutely not me. “You’ll put this on before you come to dinner.”

  I chuckled. “How romantic.” Eying the dress, the usual self consciousness over my full figure and height ate at me. “Why do you insist on putting me in clothes that are meant for tiny, skinny girls?”

  “What did I tell you about putting yourself down?” He put the dress back in the closet for later. “I want you dressed the way I like, and I like seeing your gorgeous, fuckable curves.”

  “And if I want to eat alone?”

  “You eat with me, Anika. You’re not sitting up here, tearing yourself up with thoughts about your dad.”

  There it was again, him telling me exactly what I needed as if he was in my head. I wanted to put thoughts of my father as far from me as possible, if only for a while.

  The thing was, I wished I could hate the way he expected me to accept his punishment—and for something I’d felt was the only safe option at the time—and then to sit and eat with him as if he were the perfect romantic boyfriend. And especially when he was so icy tonight. Yet, at the same time, there was something about his willingness to give me everything I needed, when I needed it, that made me want him all the more. In a world where deception was deadly, punishment was the only way he saw to protect me. I loved the way he didn’t shy away from laying down the law even when most other men probably would have caved.

  I sighed. “Fine. I hope you’ll be coming back here to take me to the dining room once I’m dressed, though. I’ll get lost in this unnecessarily large fortress.”

  He broke the space between us and tipped my chin up with the crook of his finger. “I may be punishing you, Anika, but trust me, you’ll be the best part of the evening.” Then he took off his tie and wound it around his fists. “Now, lie on your stomach and put your hands behind your back.”

  7

  Not that I ever expected Anika to leap to fulfill my orders, but I wasn’t expecting her to respond the way she did either. Not with me stretching my tie in front of her eyes like the length of a whip.

  “Wouldn’t it be easier for me to undress first?” She made the question sound perfectly logical, and perhaps it was. It was much easier to pull the blazer and blouse she wore off when her hands weren’t tied behind her. But that twist to her lips said it all. She was baiting me.

  Without giving her any warning, I seized the front of her blouse in my fists and yanked her to me so that I was nose to nose with her. She snatched a breath, staring up at me, eyes wide, her pupils huge black pools of surprise and need.

  “You need to learn when to shut that mouth.”

  “I just thought—”

  I covered her face with my palm and shoved her back, hard, onto the bed. She hit the mattress so hard she bounced on it with a grunt.

  “You know I love when you get like this, right? Aren’t punishments supposed to be—”

  I was on her in an instant. Climbing onto the bed, I spun her onto her stomach, straddling her.

  “Holy shit…” She panted. “Kane—”

  I put my mouth to her ear. “What’s your safeword?”

  “Pinky. Sir. I—”

  “Do you want to use it?”

  “No. I—”

  “Then shut up.”

  “Whoa. Okay, master’s in a nasty mood.” She was chuckling.

  Seriously? I didn’t totally understand why she did this. I mean, I knew sometimes she mouthed off to rile me, and other times, she did it because the alternative—total and complete submission—was too difficult for her. But which one was it now? It didn’t matter. The fight in her made my dick stab at the zipper of my pants, begging for me to fuck her into submission. Sometimes my favorite part of being with her was the rush of power I got from subduing her. Now, though, there was something darker at play here.

  Part of her resisted my possession. It’s what compelled her to lie about her condition in the first place. Control over her wasn’t just essential to me. It was essential to her survival. This was about enforcing an important rule that had to exist between us. One that was critical to protecting her.

  Which is why I grabbed her hair, yanked her head up, and ignored her wince.

  “There are rules to this game.” I held the tie in front of her mouth. “From now until the punishment ends, you speak only when I tell you to. When I ask you a question, you will answer truthfully and without hesitation. You understand?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Open your mouth.”

  “What are you going to do?” The tremor in her voice made my dick give a violent twitch.

  “Open your Goddamn mouth, Anika.”

  She dropped her shoulders and obeyed.

  “See? Was that so hard?” I slid the tie between her teeth and tied it at the back of her head, leaving it firm, but loose enough to allow me to pull it in and out of her mouth at will. Allowing me to use her mouth or silence her as I saw fit. The slack would serve as a nice leash for control.

  “When you can’t speak, if you need to safeword, squeeze your fist three times. Understand?”

  She nodded, but made sounds like she wanted to argue again.

  “Show me. Clench your fist, show me you understand.”

  She growled, but clenched and unclenched her fist three times.

  “Good girl. Now understand this.” Sliding off the bed, I positioned her so that she lay with her head on the pillows, on her stomach. “I get why you lied. You didn’t know what I would do if you told me the truth. You
were scared.”

  “Mmf.” She made a pissed off sound against the gag, the look in her eyes as she lifted her head making it clear; had she not been gagged, she would have argued the point.

  “Yes, you were afraid. And you still are. You’re afraid to trust me, afraid to completely let go and believe I’ll take care of you.”

  Again, the angry noise, and she tried to sit up. I went around to her feet, grabbed them through the bars, and yanked them so that she was forced to lie flat on her belly.

  “Be quiet.”

  When she put her head down, silent, I went to the dresser beside the bed, opened a drawer and pulled out two pairs of shackles, one for each wrist. Her eyes widened when she saw them. Need mixed with that look of dread I loved in her.

  “That’s why you do it, isn’t?” I raised a brow at her. “That’s why you lash out and mouth off. When you don’t do it to piss me off, you do it because you’re scared. Scared that if you don’t, it means you’re letting me win.”

  A shake of her head. What would she have said if she could speak? I could well imagine the tongue lashing I’d get if she could have given it to me. A certain triumph trickled in, knowing she couldn’t, but also a hint of disappointment. I loved when she got mouthy.

  I crossed to the bed and went around to the headboard, attaching one shackle to each side of the golden bars of the headboard. This was by far my favorite bed for play in this house. The head and footboard gave it the look of a cage, one I intended to use to its full potential tonight.

  A helpless groan pushed out of her. Anika sighed through her nose, sounding defeated, but also desperate and beyond horny. I went to one side of her and shackled her arm above her head, then walked around and did the same with the other. Head lifting, her gaze followed me, the dread increasing in them with every move I made. I slid my hand under her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.

  “I get why you lied, Anika. That’s why we’re going with a light punishment tonight. But you kept something from me, and that can’t happen.”

  The noise she made this time sounded regretful. Even empathetic. Good. She understood. I slid one hand under the back of her dress, letting the intimacy of my actions sink in. Rubbing one ass cheek, then the other, letting the whip marks there burn with my touch. She flinched a little and a soft whimper came from her.

  Probably, she expected me to shove her skirt up, bare her ass and spank her silly, but that was too easy. No, instead, I got the scissors off the dresser, showed them to her, watched her eyes go huge, and then slowly cut the blazer off her.

  Letting her hear every snip of the steel, feel the way the dull sides of the blades scraped her skin.

  That done, I ripped open her shirt, baring her back. Without a word from her, I could feel her tense with confusion.

  “Your ass may not be ready for a flogging, but your back is great for taking a little pain.”

  The small, shaky sound that came out of her then was pure sex. Pure sex, with a hint of uncertainty. Smiling, now I slid my hand under her skirt and pushed it up to her waist, pulled her lacy undies below her hips.

  “Wow, your ass really got it, didn’t it?” I stroked the crisscrossing stripes left behind by my belt. I couldn’t wait for her to give me a reason to give her fresh marks.

  Anika bowed her head, back tense, waiting for what was coming. What she knew she couldn’t stop.

  This was often the best part of a scene. Taking my time, imprisoning her, drawing out the act of rendering her helpless and thus ramping up her anticipation.. She was going to be pissed when she realized what I had planned for her.

  “You’re wet for me, aren’t you? Answer me. Nod or shake your head.”

  She huffed, but nodded.

  I slid two fingers between her legs, stroking her soaked folds. Her breathing quickened and she made a needy sound, wriggling against me. Oh, yeah, she wasn’t going to be happy with me at all.

  I climbed on the bed with her and grabbed two pillows from the pile at the head of the bed. “Lift your hips up.”

  She did, just long enough for me to slip the two pillows under her, elevating her ass to the level I wanted, but also making it impossible for her to control what happened to her. She squirmed again, almost humping the pillow and I fought a chuckle, swatting her thigh.

  “Stop that. No getting off.”

  She groaned.

  I stepped back, admiring my handiwork. “Just a few more things.”

  Moving about the room, I gathered the necessary supplies. First, I set a flogger on the bed beside her for later use. Next, I put a spreader bar on her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide. Then I lubed up her ass and slid a remote controlled plug in.

  “Mmmmf. Mmff.”

  Was that anger, dread, desire, or just plain helplessness? All of them, I suspected. I pushed the plug in a little further and she tossed her head back with a groan that made my cock feel like it was on fire. I stroked her head, mocking, and she shook it violently.

  “I know. I know, let me guess, you hate me.”

  She glared at me. I grabbed her face and licked her cheek.

  This time, when I stepped back and looked her over, the sight of her made me almost take out my cock and pound myself to release all over her plump little ass. She worked her wrists, the chains clanked, and her back rippled with the effort to regain a control that was utterly out of her grasp.

  Perfect. She was totally powerless, and primed to go over the edge with the slightest stimulation. Once more, I stepped to the bed and bent to her. I pulled the tie out of her mouth. She looked up at me, eyes glazed with hunger.

  “Kane, please.”

  “What?” I caressed her lips with my thumb. “What do you want, Anika?”

  “I need to come. Please fuck me and let me come.”

  My grin was evil. “Just perfect. Let’s get started, shall we.”

  The moment he said that, I knew I was in a hell of a lot of trouble. The way he kissed me then, prying my lips apart with his, tongue spearing inside, the way he growled into the kiss, laid bare his plans for me, or so I thought. He was going to drag this out. But what exactly did he mean to do to me now that he had me completely at his mercy? It hardly mattered. Wetness dripped from my pussy, pooling between my legs and on the pillows he’d used to keep my hips up.

  Keeping them raised up, in the perfect position for fucking.

  Jesus Christ, this was hot. Add to that everything else—the bite of the steel shackles on my wrists, the weight of the spreader bar that kept my legs wide for him, the pressure of the plug in my ass that, when he fucked me, would send those delicious bolts of pleasure pain through me with every movement—with all of that, I was ready to come apart on command.

  And yet, this wasn’t the punishment. This was just the dressing for the goose. Whatever was coming, it was going to be hell. A perfect, erotic, mind-blowing hell.

  When Kane lifted his head, I stared up at him. “Please, what are you going to do to me, Sir?”

  As if I hadn’t spoken, he replaced his tie between my teeth, once more gagging me. Then he picked something up from beside me on the bed and walked around in front of the head board.

  “So. Here are the rules.”

  Only half registering what he said, my brows climbed at what he held in his hand. A black, leather flogger, with many fronds, which he lightly smacked across his palm. Remembering what he’d said about my back being ready for a flogging, I moaned.

  “Rule one. You speak when spoken to.”

  Thwack went the flogger, a soft meaty sound that reminded me of the erotic smack of flesh on flesh.

  “Rule two. You do everything I tell you without argument. And.” He paused and again, the flogger thwacked his palm. “Rule three. Absolutely no coming.”

  “Mmmf?” My eyes were huge. The most delicious, frustrating dread washed over me, gripping my insides in a tight fist. He didn’t have to spell it out for me; he was going to do everything in his power to push me to the edge without ever l
etting me cross.

  “You withheld something important from me. So now, I’m going to withhold something from you.”

  I groaned again, unsure if it was in need or loss. He lifted my chin up.

  “I’m going to enjoy this. And you’re going to start by getting me ready.”

  Kane undid his pants and took out his cock. He took the tie down and put his cock to my lips. “Stick out your tongue. Eat it up.”

  God, I could have come from the possession in his voice right there. I licked at the already purple head of his cock, swirling it with my tongue. Teasing the slit, sucking when he pushed in and out.

  “Fuck, yes.” But he only thrust in and out a handful of times. Then he pulled out and, still fully dressed as usual, he walked around to my side. The bed dipped with his weight. His hands spread my ass cheeks, then I felt his tongue sliding through my sopping folds.

  With nothing else to do but take it, I bowed my head, clenched my fists, and prepared for the inevitable torture.

  Every greedy flick of his wet, hot tongue intensified the ache. Without thinking, I bucked, pussy seeking the release only he could give me. Kane growled against my core and grabbed my ass, shoving my hips so that I stilled.

  For a few seconds more, he lapped at my juices. Then something clicked behind me.

  The plug in my ass started buzzing, a low intensity, but the sudden jolts of pleasure and pain that shot through me made me cry out. I tensed, only heightening the effect.

  “You like that?” He knelt between my legs and I felt him pump his cock against my ass cheeks.

  I whimpered loudly, humping the pillows as the plug’s vibrations threatened to send me over the edge. Kane shut the plug off, and I threw a look over my shoulder, pleading.

  “Not a chance.” His grin was wickedness personified. Kane gripped my hip and slid himself with an agonizing slowness into my needy core. Every slow rub and grind of his pelvis against my ass made my cheeks sting, but also made the plug shift, recreating the intoxicating mix of rapture and pain. I groaned and he ground harder, heightening all the sensations until I nearly bucked against him to release.