In the Crosshairs

Ria

She smiled as she saw the answering heat in Philippe’s eyes, the glazed look of a man battling with his desire and speedily losing the battle.

She pouted and then touched herself, just there, her fingers moving in a rhythm. The Capo stepped to her; he had shed his shirt and she wanted to lick his body, the hard abs, the flat, dark nipples, the chest matted with hair. Her eyes met his, and he growled, slowly shaking his head,

‘Naughty, naughty princess. You know I do not like you to touch yourself.’

She smiled. She knew what was coming. He would punish her, his hands hard and compelling and she loved it.

“Umm…hmm?’ she purred, her glistening wet finger having been roughly pulled out by her lover's large hands. Languidly, she trailed the wet finger over his chest and then raising her hand, sucked on the offending digit, tasting her own juices, her eyes on his hard face as he watched her, unblinkingly. The Capo's breaths were getting shorter.

The girl before him was a temptress and s