Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don's Obsession: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Lucien Delano “No, my Master.’ She whispered against his mouth, tantalising him, ”Today, I am going to blindfold you first.’He frowned in astonishment. He had never been the submissive type; he had never been blindfolded when he was f*cking a woman.Hell, no one had dared to blindfold him ever.It meant relinquishing control, and he had never done that.Lucien Delano never gave up control, not in the bed, not out of it.He stiffened.But she held him to her body and whispered fiercely, her head tilted back, the soft brown eyes gleaming,“You OWE me this once, Lucien Delano.’*He grunted and allowed her to blindfold him.He sat at the edge of the bed as she did it and then she pushed him onto the bed. Suddenly, he felt powerless as she took his arms. Guiding them gently but firmly above his head, he felt her tie them, binding him firmly to the railings of the bed above his head.*Now he was mildly mystified and getting a little uneasy.‘Are you going to kill me, woman?’ he growled,

ProserpinaI felt him lifting me up, carrying me gently to the washroom; he held me as we stood under the shower, the warm water running over our bodies as we fused our mouths to each other, hungrily.He grunted, his erection pressing into my belly again as he said against my mouth.“I am always the Boss. Your Boss. Remember that, my little slave.’I whispered mindlessly, exhausted but happy,‘If you say so, Master.’With a snarl, he lifted my breast to his mouth and bit the nipple.I whimpered.“I will punish you, my sweet.’ He whispered against my cheek.“But not now.’ He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and we kissed mindlessly again.’ You are too tired.’ I sighed and let him wash me, touching my thighs and my sex with infinite gentleness.*LucienHe held her as she slept, a small figure, her soft curves making him aware of how precious she was to him. Her cheek rested on her hand and she was smiling slightly.Although she had tied him up with all her strength, he had known he cou

LucienHe followed his wife to the lakeside. She stood with Claude on the side, watching as the twins splashed around in joy, screaming and shouting. Claude began to flail his arms wildly, screeching, willing to join.‘Let him down,’ growled Lucien and was rewarded with a cross look from his wife.“Will you go in with him?’ snapped Proserpina, trying hard to restrain the youngster, who was now screaming.‘Yes,’ he grunted.He went inside and returned in a few minutes, his hard muscular physique draped in only a pair of swimming trunks.Proserpina coloured as she dragged her eyes from his crotch.He met her eyes with amusement and said,‘Give him to me.’The startled-looking Claude was handed over to his father, and before he knew it, he was being carried to the lake with his brawny parent.He let out a wail and then began to splash in glee as Lucien held him in his strong arms and began to make him paddle.The twins came over, excited and eager to join in the fun.Lucien glanced at Pro

Proserpina I was soon bustling around in the kitchen and talking to my staff at eh Centre in Japan. We had planned to set up a new center in one of the smaller towns and there were logistical problems. My friend and erstwhile assistant, Alex Wu was beside himself, trying to do things on his own. I knew he would manage but he was a person who sometimes needed to have his hand held.Chicken taquitos served on a bed of lettuce topped with sauce, salsa and cheese; that was our dinner for tonight. I knew that my twins and Paddy relished it and I went about, preparing it with of course, Beatrice grumpily hovering; the old woman would have liked me to be in bed and resting. But with anxious Alex and my own obsession to see that dinner was done just so, it was not possible.I smiled and kissed the old woman, giving her a gentle hug as I spoke to Alex consolingly. Sophie wandered into the kitchen and I smiled at her but my conversation was too intense. Fleetingly, I wondered why she had come.

ProserpinaLucien was away for a day. He kept calling to check on us and I was aware of Beston hovering around in the house, more than he usually did. I knew that something was happening but with my work, my children and the general running of the house, I had too much on my hands to really bother. My pregnancy was also not too smooth. On the day after he left, I woke up feeling queasy and had to stay in bed for longer than I usually did.* Ria had brought young Philippe to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. He was a lanky young fellow and a few years older than her. Easily seven years older, I thought, as I watched the tanned young boy.That he adored Ria was obvious. He did not take his eyes off her and followed her commands like an obedient slave. Piers had also trailed in after them to the kitchen and was fooling around with the puppy. I shooed them out soon enough but before that, I heard Ria excitedly tell Philippe,‘We are having our birthday party next week.’The young boy w