The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter eleven - Eva

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🎶 Can you stay up all night? 🎶
Fuck me 'til the daylight
🎶 34, 35 🎶
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It's been two weeks since our first date and since then we have been on four dates total, tonight included. Each date ends the same. We kiss, we get hot, I pull away before we get carried away, and he whines.

I can already see the telltale signs of him getting frustrated and because he signed my BDSM contract, he is not allowed to masturbate. At least not without receiving a punishment. But I make sure to tease him extra hard, hoping he would disobey me.

I picture his beautiful eyes as my hands glide over the canvas effortlessly.

I've been in my studio - which is a joint room next to my bedroom - for two hours. It has become sort of a routine to come here every night after our dates. To let myself unwind. But tonight, no matter what I do I can't focus. All I have done since I started is paint the background a deep maroon color. Almost black under certain lights. However, I have no idea what to draw on it.

My studio overlooks the backyard - which has a big pool and a 20 square yards garden - and I find myself spending more time in here. Especially, when Sebastian is reading or studying outside.

I look around at the paintings I have done lately and they are all of him. I have captured him during studying, cooking, laughing, and even one of him crying.

We were watching Finding Nemo, and he bawled his eyes out at the very first scene. He kept babbling about how he had sworn he wouldn't watch this movie ever again while I tried to console him with hugs and kisses.

By the end of the movie, I was exhausted and vowed to never watch a movie with him again, but he just looked at me with big puffy eyes, a red nose, and blotchy cheeks and said, 'Do you want to watch Finding Dory next?'

I said yes immediately.

I force myself to focus on the painting, but after another half an hour of getting lost in my thoughts, I give up and toss my Bluetooth earphones onto the table.

Sighing at what a total waste of time that was, I enter my bedroom only to stop in my tracks when I hear sounds coming from Sebastian's room.

Frowning, I step closer and try to identify the sound.

"Ngh... fuck—"

Is that my little lamb?

Realization hits me a second later, and a slow smirk stretches across my mouth. He's jerking off. And I get to punish him.

I'm out of my room in the next second. His door is ajar, allowing me to take a peek inside without alarming him of my presence. The table lamp beside his bed is on and the covers are thrown off the bed.

One of his hands are on his cock, tugging hard and fast, while the other is on his mouth, muffling his moans and groans. His hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed as he pleasures himself.

I step further inside and look over his tall, golden body stretched out and practically glowing against the dark covers.

He has chest definition and his stomach is toned but he is not bulky or muscular, really. He does not have a six pack or bulging biceps, however it doesn't change the fact that he is the sexiest man I have ever known, and that my panties are drenched right now.

"Fuck! Shit... ah!"

I love how he only swears when he's turned on. It's such a weird quirk and always melts my heart - and fires up my libido - for some reason.