I Sent the Mafia Heir to Prison, and He Came Out Wanting Me novel · Chapter 3 of 24
Chapter 3: The Tie
Ben follows the heir to his Gold Coast penthouse and rides him with his wrists tied to the bedposts, then finds the knots were never tight.
The penthouse door had barely shut before Ben shoved Dario against it and kissed him.
He had made his choice in the car, with the lights of Lake Shore Drive sliding across the windshield.
His mother's starter sat forgotten on the shelf back in the shop.
He had told himself it was because the sedan in the alley meant he couldn't go home.
That wasn't why, and they both knew it.
"Say it," Ben said into his mouth. "Tell me the rule."
"You can leave any minute." Dario's voice was hoarse. "You say go, and the door is open, and I don't follow."
"And?"
"And I don't touch you unless you put my hands on you."
"Good."
Ben pulled the crumpled grey tie out of his jacket pocket, where he had stuffed it off the kitchen floor on the way out.
He wrapped it once around his fist.
"Bedroom."
The bedroom was dark and enormous, with a wall of glass on the lake.
The bed was so wide Ben could have lain across it in either direction.
The sheets were grey and new.
On the nightstand, still in its shrink wrap, sat a bottle of lube.
Ben looked at it.
He looked at Dario.
"You bought that."
"Last week."
"Before you knew if I'd open the door."
"I didn't need you to open the door," Dario said. "I needed to be ready if you did."
Ben's stomach flipped hard.
He pushed Dario onto the bed by the shirt.
Dario sat down heavily and then lay back when Ben put a hand on his chest.
"Arms up."
Dario raised his arms over his head.
Ben looped the tie around both wrists and then around the iron rung of the headboard, and he pulled the knot tight enough to hold.
It was a beautiful sight, and it made his mouth water.
A big pale man stretched out on the bed with his shirt hanging open and his chest heaving, waiting for whatever Ben decided to do.
Ben stripped.
He took his time, because he wanted Dario to watch.
He felt every second of that gaze on his skin as he pulled the henley over his head and kicked off his jeans.
He was lean and scarred and aching hard.
He stood at the foot of the bed in the glow from the window with his cock curving up against his belly.
Dario's breath stuttered.
"You're so beautiful," he said, and he sounded almost angry about it.
"Shut up."
"Ben."
"I said shut up." Ben climbed onto the bed, knelt astride his thighs, and opened Dario's belt and zipper with quick hands.
Dario's cock was hard again already.
Ben took the lube, tore the wrap off with his teeth, and slicked his fingers.
"Watch," he said.
He reached behind himself and worked a finger into his own ass.
His breath hissed out.
It had been a long time, and the first stretch burned.
He pushed through it and added a second finger, thrusting slowly, his back arching and his head falling back.
Dario made a sound.
The whole bed shook as he pulled on the tie, the iron rung creaking.
"Ben, let me, please let me."
"No."
"I'll be careful. I'll..."
"You'll do what I say." Ben crooked his fingers and gasped when they found the spot, his thighs trembling on either side of Dario's hips. "You'll lie there and watch me open myself on my own hand, and you'll like it."
"I do," Dario said. "God, I do."
Ben worked a third finger in and rocked on them until his cock was leaking onto Dario's stomach.
Then he pulled them out, wrapped his slick hand around Dario's cock, and stroked it to its full hard length.
He positioned himself over it.
The head pressed against his hole, thick and hot, and he stopped there, shaking.
"Look at me," he said.
Dario's eyes were glittering and black.
Ben sank down.
It was too much and exactly enough, a hot stretching push that made his mouth fall open.
He took it inch by inch, the burn climbing his spine.
He stopped only when he was seated flat on Dario's hips with that cock filling him to the base.
"Fuck," Ben said.
"Fuck," Dario answered, in a voice like gravel.
Neither of them moved.
Ben's thighs were shaking.
Dario's whole body was drawn as tight as a wire, the muscles in his arms standing out against the tie.
Sweat had broken out along his collarbone.
"Please," he said.
"Please what?"
"Move."
Ben rolled his hips.
A slow grind forward and back, and a bolt of pleasure went straight up through his belly.
He did it again, harder, and found a rhythm.
He rode him slowly at first, lifting almost all the way off and dropping back down.
His hands were braced on Dario's chest, and his nails dug in.
Dario fucked up into him as much as the tie allowed, small helpless snaps of his hips he couldn't stop.
"Like that?" Ben panted.
"Yes."
"You like being used?"
"By you," Dario said. "Only you. Anything you want."
The words broke something loose in Ben's chest, and he sped up.
The bed slammed against the wall.
He rode him hard and fast, and the slap of skin was loud in the room.
His cock bounced wet against his stomach with every drop of his hips.
He felt too full and too open and completely in control.
The man under him was shaking and begging and had not once broken his word.
"I want to touch you," Dario groaned. "Ben, I need to touch you."
Ben looked down at the sweat-slicked, wrecked face.
He reached up and took Dario's tied hands in both of his.
He dragged them down the length of the headboard as far as the tie allowed.
He pulled one against his own chest and pressed the palm flat over his heart.
"There," he said. "That's all."
Dario's hand spread wide over his ribs, hot and shaking, and Ben felt it everywhere.
He ground down, rolling his hips in tight circles.
The head of that thick cock dragged over his prostate again and again until his vision whited out.
"I'm going to come," he gasped. "I'm going to come without you touching my cock."
"Do it."
"Say my name."
"Ben," Dario said. "Ben, Ben."
Ben came with a choked shout, his cock jerking untouched and spilling hot across Dario's belly.
His hole clenched so hard around him that Dario's back came off the mattress.
"Ben, I can't, I'm..."
"Come inside me."
Dario came with a ragged cry, his hips slamming up and his whole body locking.
Ben felt every pulse of it deep in his ass, flooding him hot.
For a long time neither of them moved.
Ben collapsed forward over Dario's chest, panting, with the hand still pressed under his heart.
When he could lift his head, he reached up to untie the tie.
The knot slid open under his thumb.
He frowned and tugged at it.
The whole thing came apart at once, the silk uncoiling and sliding off the iron rung.
He stared at it.
Dario opened his eyes.
"I've been out of that," he said softly, "since the second minute."
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