The Mafia's Little Raven

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nob. Taking a deep breath that doesn't quit

iet place, as I pull further, wal

eyes widens trying to adj

t quite see anything here,

it, the red coating everything like the one I had seen

even a shade of what I've walked into as my head begins to swim tha

although I'm covered in a

rely came out, the question hanging in the

oice erupts, deep low and smith

, it shou

pinpoint where he was or wher

ft and almost silent sound with the shadows playing tr

at the edge of the wall, I can't quite place how

ream light that cuts through the

diately and I can feel my skin prickle al

ll there was no stains and is neatly dressed, one you will want to comfort

as my eyes catche

kind of toy if my eyes

heavy brai

es of handcuff more adjustable, all of them looking cold and

eash is a thick and black one, the leather wo

n my imagination and that of what I'm seeing lo

ring that looks way too big an

es to the thin ones all tied up in kno

e and then a black bondage tape that looks sticky. My eyes

them. Different s

he even have all t

table. A spanking bench. Yeah, I read about those back when I was a tee

ee one for real, le

kin already feeling so tight and my nipple twisting and poking

, the guy that had carried me out on the

ser, too close from behind me, his skin brushing mine. H

though I'm not looking directly and then my eyes go to his neck, th

art, and I barely recognize what I'm seeing. His chest is like a solid block making my heart

s a sculpture. He looks like a Greek god, like he just wa

an effect on him after all and this could be a chance to do something and run away to maybe so

a chair from behind him. He sits, widening his legs, balanced, and it fin

g off in a soft pool at my feet. My inner side clenche

ke he's stripping away the last bit of me. As I settle onto the

ng. A word. Some k

I can't quite place what he's feeling, but his eyes are d

e he wants me to play with it and the feather looks so

under my fingers. His gaze lingers on my breast, the curve of it, tracing the line of what

and deep enough for me to hear as the only sound in this room "

s bored. Never knew he'd actually read them, he had asked me what it was about and I had told him then that

can feel my skin crawling. I

here." He gestures, and I move closer,

ls he's probably used this on. Why is this even a thing for h

es, holding up the cuffs, the adj

I can't read him at all. I don't even want to an

ut you belongs to me. So you should answer when I talk and do everything

electric. He places his hand on mine, bringing them

s as the room starts to feel blurry. I don't even

cks a leg leash. Something that w

terally being tied up. By the man who currently owns me.

can't even look at him, he had something in his hand my eyes widens as

e, Dam