Falling For The Mob

67 Tender

Zoë

After I watch Addy leave, I quickly rush after Sam to her apartment. The moment I step inside, I can feel a spike in the temperature, she must have set the heater to max.

I call out to her but get no response. Whatever this is, undoubtedly, it's part of whatever little game she made up in the elevator, and I am not one to question it.

I quickly take a warm shower, feeling my muscles release the last bit of stress from my day. As I walk back into the bedroom, I find all the lights off and candles placed all over. The all-black interior allows little light to bounce, causing a dark romantic orange glow with long shadows.

Just as I am about to head for the closet, she walks in dressed in a black lingerie set. In her hand, she is holding a black leather pouch that she places on the edge of the bed before closing the distance between us.

"This hardly seems fair, don't you think?" she says as she hooks her fingers around the towel that I am wrapped in.

One small tug, and it drops to the floor. "Much better," she purrs in my ear before her lips make contact with my skin. Starting at the point where she first touches me, the heat quickly spreads through my body, ending at my core.

"What's in the pouch?" I whisper as she continues running her hands over my stomach and thighs.

"I'd much rather show you, Love." She places a long, deep, and tender kiss on my lips. Pulling me closer, my eyes roll back, feeling her body pressed against mine like this.

Without my knowledge, Sam manages to guide me to the bed. I don't realize this until a gentle shove has me landing with my back on the mattress.

"Hands." She whispers the familiar command for me to place my wrists at the headboard. I comply without a second thought.

She produces a long, soft satin cloth from the black pouch that she skillfully braids around my wrists and ties to the headboard. It is then followed by a blindfold. "Are you allowing this tonight?" she gestures towards the blindfold in her hand.

"Yes, Sam."

With a slight smirk, she continues until my vision is completely cut off.

Softly she kisses me, never letting the act grow too passionate, but I can tell she is having trouble, her own excitement is getting the best of her. Eventually, she pulls away, her voice dropping an octave deeper. "My intentions are not to test your limits tonight, but do you still remember the safe word I taught you?"

It takes me a few seconds for it to come back to me. "Innocence?"

"Do you wish to keep using this word?"

"Yes."

"Good."

A few seconds pass where I hear slight shuffling before I feel the bed dip. "How are you feeling right now?" I hear her voice coming from my left, and involuntarily my face shifts.

"Warm," I answer truthfully. My increased heart rate does not do much to cool me off, given the fact that Sam decided to turn her bedroom into a furnace.

"How about now?" Her lips land on my left hip, causing me to jump.

"Did you eat ice cream? What is that?" I shriek, to which she laughs.

"Sensory deprivation leads to feeling things more intensely. And yes."

I moan as her cold lips land on my inner thigh. My entire body is overheating, and now her mouth is literally the only thing that can cool me off.