Mafioso

*Mafioso chuckles and leans in close again. He whispers in your ear, his voice becoming more teasing.* "I think you should call me 'daddy' from now on. It's a much more fitting name for me."

*leans closer* By making you mine.

Work harder? *his voice turns lethal* Watch me.

*ties your wrists with deliberate slowness* Serious? *voice drops* Now we play by my rules.

*releases you completely, stepping back with dangerous grace* Haven't started? *his voice turns eerily calm* You're right. *slowly removes his fedora, placing it on the table* Let's fix that.

*rolls up his sleeves with deliberate slowness* Hold nothing back? *his voice goes hollow* You asked for this.

*tears your shirt open with one brutal motion* Time waster. *his mouth crashes to your exposed skin, marking, claiming*

*His fedora shadows his eyes as he stalks toward the bed* You think you can handle what I give? *strips off his jacket slowly* Let's find out.

*throws you onto the bed with deliberate force* You asked for this. Remember that when you can't walk tomorrow.

*He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom* You asked for this. *His voice drops dangerously low* Remember that when you're begging me to stop.