The Submission of a Mafia Princess

by Sandra Bunino

  “What are you thinking?” he asked. His breath tickled at her ear.

  She looked up to concerned eyes. “About how safe I feel with you.”

  “What else do you feel?”

  She studied his face. The three years since she’d first seen him added a seriousness to his features. His chiseled cheekbones were more defined and the hint of a single crease lined his forehead. Her gaze lowered to his sensuous mouth where she zeroed in on a scar on his lower lip. She’d noticed it the night before but it hadn’t occurred to Toni where the scar came from until that moment.

  “Guilt.”

  Her fingers grazed up his arm to his cheek. Toni’s thumb softly rubbed the jagged line. “They did this to you that night, didn’t they?” she asked.

  Brax grabbed her wrist and touched his forehead to hers.

  “It doesn’t matter what happened that night. The past, our past, gets erased tonight. Let go of the guilt and any thoughts of me back then. I’m your Dom tonight and your job is let go and just feel. Do you understand?” Brax asked firmly.

  “Yes,” she said so quietly that she was almost unable to hear her response.

  “Good. Like I said before, never be afraid to use your safe word. You may play the part of the submissive but you always have the power to say how far things will go.” His forehead was still touching hers as they swayed to the music. His voice hummed through her while his breath warmed her face. He slowly lowered his lips to hers. Kissing her deep, he coaxed her tongue to join his. Memories flooded back to sweltering days in the pool house, but she pushed them away. They weren’t the same people they were then. Braxton Malone was her Dom, if only for one night.

  Brax peppered small kisses from her mouth up her jawbone to her ear, he whispered huskily. “You’re mine for the time being, Antonietta Azzari, and I will do everything in my power to protect you. You’ll always be safe when you’re with me.”

  She’d been protected throughout her young life but this was different. Before she’d felt like a pawn in a larger game. Brax had no ulterior motive to play; in fact they both knew he had something to lose by taking on this role. She embraced him and accepted, too, what being his submissive meant. She’d live by it for the short amount of time so that she could tuck it into the back of her mind forever.

  He pushed her chin to the side, exposing her neck. His soft mouth feathered kisses upon her heated skin, nipping with his teeth as he continued down her body. Lifting her feet off the ground, he whisked her into the shadows of the patio. She was surprised by how easily he picked her up. It was the first time her immediate thought wasn’t about her weight. Leaning on the wall, he blocked Toni from the line of sight through the window to anyone inside the club. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pushed her dress strap from her shoulder. Toni sucked in a deep breath when his other hand dipped into the bodice and caressed her breast. He swiftly moved the fabric down, exposing her delicate skin to the cold winter air. The quick motion startled Toni and her instinct was to cover up. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to screen her breast with the fabric of her dress.

  Brax held her stare for a moment before his lips fell back to her neck. His hand’s caress was followed by warm lips traveling across her collarbone. As his tongue found her beaded nipple, his hand brushed over her abdomen and down her thigh to the hem of her dress. Fingers inched up the inside of her thigh while his knee pushed her legs further apart. She sucked in a breath as a fingertip gently traced the outside of her slit and lightly circled her mound. His fingers continued their journey to her slick wet heat. Spreading her nether lips, he slipped a digit inside.

  “You are so wet. You like to take risks don’t you? It turns you on,” Brax whispered into her mouth before he kissed her hard. “Spread your feet further apart,” he growled.

  She followed his direction and was rewarded with a second finger filling her tight depths as his thumb tracing a light circle around her clit. Toni moaned into his kiss while he tucked a hand under her knee and pulled her leg upward. Hooking her foot around his leg, she ground into his hip.

  Passion erupted from her core as she combed her fingers through his hair. As suddenly as he filled her, he withdrew and she couldn’t help a small whimper.

  Brax chuckled and kissed her lightly. “Patience, love. I see I need to teach you some patience. Come on, let’s get you inside.”

  Brax lifted her dress strap to her shoulders and led her inside. The club was in full swing and people lined the dance floor shoulder to shoulder. As he guided her through the crowd a soft, barely-there vibration buzzed her already sensitized bundle of nerves and made her stop short. Brax turned back and arched his eyebrows.

  “Is there a problem?”

  Toni swallowed hard. “Problem? Nope,” she squeaked.

  A sly smile crossed his lips. “Good. Come with me.”

  The buzz grew deeper and the tremor stronger with every step she took. Just when she thought her knees would buckle, Brax wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the back of the dance floor. The vibration suddenly changed from a steady single buzz to a pulsing rhythm. She was losing control with every quiver of her panties. He pulled her close until their bodies melded together.

  Toni grasped his shirt. “What are you doing to me?” she asked between clenched teeth. She could barely breathe.

  Holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger, she focused on his warm breath blanketing her face. “Keep your eyes on mine. Shut everyone out except you and me. We’re the only ones who matter right now.”

  He pressed his forehead to hers and captured her gaze within his laser stare while swaying to the music. The buzz changed again to feel almost like a revving motor. Brax stepped between her legs and nudged her feet further apart. The move brought the smooth device even closer to the bundle of nerve endings and burned through her body.

  He pulled her into his arms so that her head rested on his chest and whispered. “Breathe, Antonietta. You won’t be able to fight it. Don’t think, just feel.”

  She couldn’t stop thinking about the crowd and what they’d think, but Brax’s stroking her hair, whispering and coaxing his tongue at her ear got her there. Fast. The sensation grew fiercer and stronger, and she weakened into his arms until he was holding her up.

  “Brax. I can’t. I can’t hold on.”

  “Let it go, baby,” the final whisper opened the floodgates of her climax.

  She moaned deep into his ear as she ground against his leg bringing the pulsing device as close as possible. She rode out her orgasm until she had nothing left. Unlike any she’d ever given herself, this one left her hungry for more.

  “How do you feel now?”

  “I have no words,” she smiled up at him.

  “That was just the appetizer, sweetheart. I think you’re ready to go back to the suite.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Once she was steady on her feet, he guided her out of the lounge and down the hall of suites. Toni was touched that he did so in an un-Dom like way. Instead of commanding or even leading her back, he draped an arm around her shoulder and joked with her as they headed out of the bar. He stopped at suite five, the same suite they’d left just an hour or so before. Fumbling for the access key in his pocket, Brax told her to close her eyes.

  Humoring him, she agreed and shut her eyes tight.

  “No peeking,” he said as she heard the swipe of the key and gentle click of the lock.

  He guided her a few steps into the suite with his palms on her shoulders.

  Toni took a deep breath and let it out with a smile. “I smell flowers.”

  “Open your eyes, baby.”

  Toni blinked a few times and scanned the room. The flickering of soft candlelight from dozens of tea candles filled every available surface along with various sizes of vases containing red roses. Her gaze fell to a trail of rose petals leading to the expanse of floor-to-ceiling window forming the far wall of the suite. She hadn’t noticed the window earlier because heav
y drapery covered the glass. The fabric had been neatly tied back, seemingly exposing the room to the city. Lights from buildings and the streets below twinkled and beckoned as she walked to the window.

  Turning, she scanned the room. “It’s like a different suite. How did you manage all of this?”

  Brax came to her side and turned her body so that she faced the window. “SRE can fulfill every fantasy. I told you three years ago that your first time should be perfect. That’s what tonight is about, Antonietta. But no more questions. Your job is to give in and just feel. That’s it,” he said, while sweeping the hair from her neck and wrapping it in his palm. Toni moaned softly as he nipped at her neck and guided her toward the window.

  “Put your palms on the glass,” he whispered.

  The puff of his breath warmed her neck and sent molten need straight to her core.

  “Our past is a benefit for you tonight because only I would know about your fantasy of being watched.” He spoke as he ran his fingertips down the length of the side of her body. “Isn’t that right, Antonietta?”

  She threw her head back and leaned on his shoulder. “What makes you think that?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Did you forget the park already?” He slowly hiked up her dress just as he did that early summer evening. They’d been semi-hidden by thick brush. She recalled the way he held her wrists behind her back with one hand and pulled her panties off from under her sundress with the other. He’d inched the hem up to her waist and trailed a row of kisses to the heat between her legs as park patrons walked along the path just feet from where they explored.

  “Answer me.” He stopped and allowed the fabric of her dress to fall from his grasp.

  “I haven’t forgotten.”

  “So this is a fantasy of yours?”

  “Yes,” she said and licked her lips.

  “Lift your arms in the air.”

  When she raised her hands, her dress was over her head in an instant. Her skin pebbled from the cool breeze caused by the rush of fabric over her flesh and the sudden realization she stood on the edge of the twentieth floor in her bra and tricked out panties. The sheet of clear glass was the only barrier between her and the street below.

  “Leave your hands on the window and keep your eyes open,” he said huskily.

  He unhooked her bra before his fingertips brushed down her back and stopped on either side of her hips. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her back so that she had no choice but to take a step away from the window and leaned on the glass. He hooked his thumbs around her panties and slowly slid them down her legs. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, he lifted one foot at a time and removed the lacy band before setting each foot further apart. He stood and moved to the window so that he was in her line of vision. Leaning against the glass, he pulled her bra up her arms and removed her hands from the pane of glass, only to free the straps from her body. Tossing the bra to the floor, he slowly perused her form.

  Her body was keyed up to the point she was sure just one pass over her bundle of nerves would send her over the edge. While she yearned for his touch, she also wished she could stop time and remain cocooned in the lush suite with Brax forever. “Beautiful,” he said before kicking off from the window and moving behind her body. She arched her back as he placed his hand at the base of her spine and the other slid up her belly to just under her breast. “Before we’re done, I’m going to taste every inch of you. I’d forgotten how addicting you are, Antonietta.” He dropped to his knees and rested his back on the window. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, he pulled her close. His nose nudged the bare flesh of her mound while he lifted one leg over his shoulder and ran his hand over her heat. “So wet for me,” he said before flicking his tongue over her folds. She ached to be consumed by him; memories flooded back to nights spent in his arms, pushing the boundaries to the point of sacrificing her virginity. He’d always be the one to stop and tell her she owed herself the perfect moment.

  She dropped her forehead to the window. “Brax,” she whispered as her breath fogged the glass.

  He looked up and gave the same wink he had so many times in the past. It had only been three years but it may have been a lifetime ago. His carefree smile vanished and was replaced by a tough-as-nails snarl.

  “Clear your head and just feel,” he grumbled.

  She could do that. She’d have to. Grinding her hips, she allowed the talents of Brax Malone’s tongue take over her senses. Her fingernails scratched at the glass as he sent her deeper and deeper into the waves of sweet pleasure.

  “Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she hissed.

  Two fingers slowly sliding into her core sent her over the brink. She cried out his name as she rode out her orgasm. Sinking to her knees, she curled up into his lap and rested her head on his chest. Brax wrapped his arms around her body and raked the fingers of one hand through her hair. Closing her eyes, her heart swelled at his tenderness.

  “Hey, you’re not tired, are you? We’re just getting started.” She turned her face up to see him smiling down at her.

  “Tired? Not on your life, Mr. Malone,” she said and flicked her tongue over his chest. He let out a growl, lifted her off his lap before standing, and walked to the cabinet at the foot of the bed.

  “That’s what I want to hear. Now up you go. Wrists together over your head with your hands on the glass,” he ordered, returning to where she stood.

  A renewed warmth stoked the fire in her core, heading straight to her pussy. He stood behind her, nudging his firm flesh into her back. Alternating the silky cord around each of her wrists, he let the slack dangle between the window and her waist. Covering the bindings with his palms, he curled a fingertip between the rope and her skin.

  “How does that feel?” he asked softly.

  She tugged at her bindings, which got progressively tighter as she pulled her wrists apart.

  She turned her face to the side. “It’s fine,” she said with a smile. “I’ve...missed this.” She stopped herself from saying what she really felt. I miss us.

  “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 t
his 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.