Indebted to the Mafia King
Bound Together

Dante

Dinner at Giancarlo's is spectacular, as always, but I can't think about anything other than the look on Eleni's face when she asked me to tell her where to go. Who to be. I've seen that look a thousand times, on a thousand different women. Even on El, when I've pushed her to her limits in bed. Once upon a time, I thought it was all I wanted in a partner. To be submissive, pliant, able to fit into my world. Hell, I used to think that was what I wanted out of Eleni.

But things have changed, she's right. She's just wrong about when. Everything changed the moment she told me why to get a gyro. Again when I took her to bed. A third time when I came back from being shot and discovered she'd whipped my crew into shape. Maybe I used to be a Dante who would've taken that open request for an answer and written my own will onto it. I can't anymore. Not with her.

We drive back to the house on Staten Island in silence. El's still quiet as we walk inside, past the guards.

"Go to the bedroom," I say once the door closes behind us.

El's shoulders slump with the ease of submission, and she obeys immediately. I smile as I follow her up the stairs. She's always testing my rules, but never when I expect. "Undress." I step into the bedroom and begin doing the same.

Clothes rain off us. She's naked in seconds, and it takes every bit of willpower I have to remember my plan, to not just fall to my knees and begin worshipping her. Her breasts are starting to swell, and the soft roundness of her stomach is intoxicating.

"On the bed." I turn away to grab a few lengths of rope.

When I turn back, El lays spread eagle, already reaching for the bedposts. My cock stiffens, but I focus. She needs me tonight.

I start with the easy work. My left ankle to her right. Tying the knots is meditative, and I usually allow her to slip into sub-space while I do it. Tonight, I explain.

"You're trapped between too many answers."

She nods.

"But I won't make our lives without you." I kiss her knee.

"Please?" she says plaintively. "I'm yours."

I shake my head. "No more than I'm yours. That's why we're getting married. I need the world to know that there is no me without you anymore."

A tear slips down her cheek. I tighten the final knot and crawl up her body.

"So I'm going to prove it to you." I thread the second length of rope around my right wrist and her left. "Far fewer choices. But tonight, we don't move without each other."

More tears drip down her perfect face, and I start to worry. "Color?"

She sniffles. "Gr-green."

"Good." I kiss her salt-stained cheek. "You'll tell me if that changes."

She nods.

I tug the rope with my teeth, and the bindings are done. Hand to hand, foot to foot, we lay there for a long moment. Just feeling her skin sends blood rushing for my cock, but I'm happy to wait for her. Always. "Move our hands when you're ready, pet," I say. "Wherever you want them."

Another long moment of quiet passes. Then, with the tug of rope, she slides our hands down between us and cups my cock. I slide my fingers between her legs and replace the first droplets of wetness there. She shakes her head. "You first. Both of us."

I smile. "And my mouth?"

"Yours," she says. "I only have your hand."

Little pedant. But fine. I palm my cock, buck up into the warm pressure of both of us, then lower my lips to her neck.

Slowly, she starts moving along my length. I kiss her at the same speed, dragging my tongue along her skin. When she speeds up, so do I. With small nips, I tease her.

"Bite me," she gasps.

"The wedding," I remind her.

"I thought I was making decisions," she snaps back.

There's my El. I sink my teeth into the place where her neck meets her shoulder and suck a dark bruise. Her other hand slides between us to cup my balls, and I jerk, nearly overwhelmed already. I want this to last, but who am I to refuse her tonight?

I ring her throat with bruises like a black pearl necklace as she coaxes me over the edge one slow stroke at a time. Sticky warmth splatters between us, and I groan her name. A glimpse of her smile, over the edge of her chin, sneaks into my vision.

Before I'm truly back in my body again, El is already guiding our hands inexorably to her pussy. I thank God I can fuck her half out of my mind at this point and replace her clit without looking. She arches up into me, and a slick sound tells me she's entered herself. Two fingers, judging by the way she moans. The tug of the rope as she fucks herself throws off my rhythm, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We move like two parts of the same body, inescapably together. I drop my mouth to her swollen breasts and decorate the tops with more bruises before pulling a sweet, taut nipple into my mouth. Curse words drop from her lips like jewels in that old story, and I feel her start to shake.

"Perfect," I murmur against her skin. "Beautiful. You can take more."

A high, delighted laugh breaks into her moans. "Bossy."

"Always." I roll her nipple between my teeth.

With my tied ankle, I spread her legs wider. We work together, which means we both get our say sometimes, and right now, I want to fucking hear her. Her third finger slips into place past my hand.

Wet sounds echo through the room. I groan, and new blood shoots to my spent cock. She grinds up into me. Her trembling intensifies. I press my free hand to the skin of her abdomen, just above her hips, maximizing the pleasure of her fingers inside her, and she comes with a shout.

I lick and suck at her breasts through the aftershocks, murmuring more soft compliments against her skin. Finally, she pulls her hand out of herself. I put my free hand on the bed and push up to see her face. If she's tired, we can stop now. I'll handle my achingly-hard cock and enjoy spoiling her for the rest of the night.

There is no sign of the silent Eleni I rode home with in her face. She is so alive, her blue eyes on fire, her mouth hungry and red. Before I can say a word, she is lining up my cock with her entrance. I smile and thrust into her.

She flings our combined hands up, against the pillows, out of the way. The loss of control is potent and strange, unlike anything I've ever felt before. A tempting haze of release sneaks through my brain.

Is this what it feels like to submit? Is this why people like it?

El threads her other hand into my hair like a desperate anchor, and the thought flees my mind. I am hers, like I said, and nothing else matters. So if she wants my cock, she'll have it.

I fuck her into the mattress, my hips perfect pistons, meeting her clit with my wiry pubic hair every time. El moans, writhes, starts to fall apart. I just watch. I don't even need my hands to turn her into a ruin. She knew that already. That tightens something in my gut, and I know my second orgasm is coming quickly. I focus on moving with her, chasing the rhythm of her hips. They jerk, twist with the promise she's not far behind. "Together," I say.

She nods. "Together."

Staring into the face of the woman I love, feeling every inch of her around me, struggling against the tug of the ropes, it doesn't take any more for my brain to go white with pleasure. She tightens with a scream as she follows me. Together.