I felt the bed shift as she moved, then gasped as her mouth closed around my cock without warning. The wet heat of her tongue swirling around the head had me arching off the bed, straining against the cuffs.
"Please." I moaned as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length.
She pulled off with an obscene pop. "Please what?"
"Please don't stop," I begged, beyond pride now, needing only the release she could give me.
"I won't," she promised, her voice husky with her own desire. "But I will make you wait."
I felt her shift again, then the warmth of her body as she straddled my face. "Show me how much you want me, Pretty Boy."
I eagerly lifted my head, finding her wet heat with my mouth. She moaned as my tongue slid through her pussy, circling her clit before dipping inside. The taste of her, the scent of her arousal, made my cock throb with need.
"That's it." She gasped, grinding against my face as I devoured her. "Just like that."
I lost myself in pleasuring her, using everything I knew she liked—firm pressure on her clit, the occasional gentle scrape of teeth, my tongue thrusting into her in a rhythm that matched the rocking of her hips.
Her thighs began to tremble around my head, her breathing growing ragged. "Make me come," she commanded, her voice breaking slightly.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips as she cried out, her body clenching as she came, her release flooding my mouth.
Before her orgasm had fully subsided, she moved down my body, positioning herself over my aching cock. In one smooth motion, she sank down, taking me completely inside her still-pulsing heat.
"Fuck," I groaned, the sensation almost too intense after being so freaking busy for so long.
"Look at me," she ordered, removing the blindfold so I could see her above me, flushed and glorious in her pleasure.
She rode me with purpose, her pace relentless, her hands braced on my chest for leverage. I strained against the cuffs, desperate to touch her, to hold her hips as she moved.
"You don't come until I say," she reminded me, her eyes locked with mine. "Not until your Goddess gives you permission."
I nodded, focusing on holding back despite the exquisite pressure building inside me. She leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tasted of her own release, of power and submission and the unique chemistry that had always existed between us.
"You're mine," she whispered against my lips, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her second climax. "My Don. My Pretty Boy."
"Yours," I agreed, the word a prayer and a promise. "Always yours."
She sat up, her back arching as she ground down harder. "Come with me," she commanded, her inner walls beginning to flutter around me. "Now, Pretty Boy. Come for your Goddess."
The sound of my name on her lips, the permission I'd been waiting for, shattered my control. I thrust up into her as much as my restraints would let me.
My release crashed through me like a tidal wave, every muscle in my body tensing as I emptied myself inside her. Elin cried out above me, her own climax triggered by the feeling of me pulsing within her, her nails raking down my chest hard enough to draw blood.
For long moments we remained locked together, both of us breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. Finally, she reached up to uncuff my wrists, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest.
"Better?" she asked, pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone.
"Much," I admitted, running my fingers through her damp hair. "I needed that more than I realized."
"I know." She lifted her head to meet my eyes. "Being Don doesn't mean you stop being mine, Pretty Boy. Don't forget that again."
"Never," I promised, meaning it completely.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted our post-coital peace. "Don Azzaro?" Harley's voice was carefully neutral but urgent.
Elin sighed, rolling off me to get dressed. "What is it?" I called, pulling on pants.
"Carlos Vega is here. Juarez's lieutenant. He's demanding to speak with you."
