Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5
Mafia Kings: Roberto: Chapter 61

Two years after the kidnapping, my father finally relaxed his iron grip on my life.

After scoring high on entrance exams, I was allowed to go to university – but only as long as I remained in Hong Kong.

For the first two years, I was forced to live at home. I attended every class with a triad shadow – a man in a dark suit following me everywhere.

I fought with my father about it all the time.

“What are you going to do when I leave university?” I demanded.

“You’ll get married and move into your husband’s household.”

“And how am I supposed to meet this hypothetical husband?”

“I’ll arrange suitors for you.”

“No, you won’t – because I’m not going to get married!”

“Then I hope you like living here with your mother and me,” he replied coldly.

But after two years of fighting, I gradually wore him down.

I was allowed to have an apartment of my own.

I began to make friends…

And I began to date.

I started slowly, seeing one boy for six months before we finally slept together.

While it was nice, it was nothing compared to the erotic thrill of rope sliding across my skin in the privacy of my bedroom.

And my experiences with my boyfriend never even came close to the ecstasies I heard my female friends gossip about.

I broke up with him after a couple more months of unfulfilling sex.

I couldn’t have an orgasm on my own, either. The idea of masturbating felt foreign to me. The few times I attempted it, I didn’t enjoy it, so I stopped trying.

I went through a string of lovers, hoping to replace what I so desperately wanted.

When I finally worked up the courage to ask my fourth boyfriend to tie me up, he made jokes about Fifty Shades Of Grey. Then he unenthusiastically tied my hands together before he shoved his dick inside me.

I dumped him the next day.

I read Fifty Shades, and while I liked it, I didn’t enjoy the parts about Christian hurting Anastasia. I only wanted the ‘bondage’ part of BDSM, not the sadism or masochism.

Although… there was something about Christian’s obsession with Ana that struck a deep chord inside me.

I began searching online to educate myself about what I liked.

I found a great deal of porn involving bondage, but most of it seemed geared towards male viewers. The women were often degraded and subjected to violence, which turned me off.

There was none of the soft, slow, gentle touching that my captor had demonstrated…

And none of the romantic obsession of Christian Grey.

I resigned myself to an unsatisfying sex life…

Until I went on vacation in Thailand.

It was the summer after I graduated from university with a degree in economics.

I was 22 years old.

The plan was to go to graduate school, during which time I would take a paid internship at a Hong Kong investment banking firm.

Before the internship began, I went on a month-long vacation to Thailand with my new boyfriend.

We met during the last semester of our senior year at university. We were both getting economics degrees, and we were both from well-to-do families.

He was good-looking… although sex with him was just as boring as it had been with previous boyfriends.

On several occasions, I tentatively asked if we could try something slightly spicier.

He always said, “Next time.”

Then we proceeded to have sex in the missionary position. It was usually over in four minutes.

By that point, though, I’d resigned myself to a life of what I thought was ‘regular sex,’ so I didn’t think too much about it.

We had been seeing each other for three months when my boyfriend suggested one last hurrah before we started work and graduate school. I agreed.

A week after graduation, we boarded a plane for Thailand (against my father’s wishes, which only made me want to do it more).

First, we visited a resort on an island with sapphire-blue water and sugar-white beaches.

Then we went to Patong, a tourist trap that looked like Las Vegas had vomited neon signs all over everything.

After that was Chiang Mai, a small city in the mountains of Thailand.

And finally, we ended up in the capital.

There’s an 80s song called ‘One Night in Bangkok’ that talks about how you can replace any carnal delight you want in the city… but that it’s dangerous.

If anything, the song downplays the reality.

Every corner had massage parlors advertising ‘happy endings.’

Prostitutes – both women and ‘lady boys’ – were everywhere.

Every night, cab drivers asked us if we wanted to visit a sex club.

My boyfriend kept begging me to go.

“Just to look,” he pleaded.

I put him off for five days, then finally gave in on our last night in Bangkok.

Partially to stop his nagging…

But also because my curiosity finally overwhelmed me.

I also hoped we’d see something in the club we could do that would make our sex life a little more interesting.

When we asked our cab driver for a recommendation, he took us to a club called Thang Phes, which I later found out meant ‘sexual’ in Thai.

What happened that night changed the entire course of my life.