Mafia Rules (Mafia King #1)

17. EVE

17

EVE

I ’m in full research mode as I listen to another YouTuber on the TV.

“Grab the base of his cock, get a good grip. And gently pull it toward you, but not too hard,” the young woman says, demonstrating with a dildo that looks like a dick.

I take notes, but I'm unsure how that could be pleasurable. I tilt my head to the side as she continues demonstrating her technique.

Back to my search results, I click on a video about talking dirty to a man.

An older gentleman sits in front of a microphone in a Hawaiian-style shirt and ponytail.

“Men need certain things from women, and you may not feel comfortable doing them.”

I switch back to my search results. I needed something good. Something to impress Ash with that he’s never done with anyone.

I find a girl my age, long hair and hippy-like, sitting outside on the grass, the sun shining behind her.

“Welcome to my self-discovery channel. Today, we are going to talk about our bodies and what makes them happy.”

“What are you watching?”

Startled by a voice behind me, I frantically reach for the TV remote to silence it, my fingers fumbling on the buttons in my anxious state.

“I repeat. What the fuck are you watching?” Macy sits on the couch and crosses her legs, engrossed in the video.

“Just some stuff…” I wasn’t good at talking about this stuff. In fact, I’d only ever been with two people. I could never admit that to Ash.

“Don’t listen to her.” Macy grabs the remote and starts searching for videos. “So, what are we looking for? Yourself or him?”

I stare at her, and she curiously reads each video clip. Macy could talk about anything and seems to know a little about everything. I envied her confidence.

“Seriously. Sex with Emily is the best. Her tips for oral are ace.” Macy finds the channel and subscribes me.

“Okay.” My cheeks flush, regretting doing this when I knew she could come home any minute. I mean, I’ve only just told her the truth about mine and Ash’s relationship.

“Tell me what it is…” She lets out a sigh and pauses the video she’s chosen. “You can talk to me about this stuff. Is it his age?”

“No, he’s not that much older. I just…” How do I even admit what I saw that first day and how eager I was to get that job?

“You want some tips?” Macy grabbed a pillow and sank onto the couch, preparing for a lengthy conversation.

“I guess. I mean, I don’t really know…” Why are words so hard?

“Is he making you feel incompetent?” Macy's intense gaze and posture make it seem like she's ready to confront him directly.

“No, not at all. Actually, he seems to know my body better than I do.” I put my head down, almost ashamed to admit it.

“So you're worried you might not please him?” She waits for me to reply, her head tilted in curiosity.

“Yes, I mean. He’s been with more people than me and is very open .” I stress that last word, hoping she wouldn’t ask how open.

“So you want to impress him? Get some new moves?” Macy sinks deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, more relaxed with the situation. Clearly, she is not shy at all about this topic.

“Yes. I want to surprise him. Maybe do something he’s not done before?” I wince, afraid of her judgment.

“Okay, so he’s older, been with more partners, he’s a guy, and he’s fucking Mafia, so he’s been fucking for a while—” Macy offers.

“Let's just focus on me,” I cut in while she is on a rant.

“BDSM? Oh! A kink club!” Macy practically jumps off the couch with excitement. “There’s one in town.”

“What’s a kink club?” I sort of had an idea.

“It’s so much fun. My cousin went to one. So there are all these rooms, and they are themed. Some have windows so people can watch, but you can’t see them.” The more she explains, the more energetic she becomes.

I can feel myself getting wet as she goes on about what happens in a kink club. Would someone watching turn Ash on? Like I was that first day?

“Here.” Macy holds her phone out to me, but I hesitate. “Book a session. Even go and just have a look around.”

Ash wouldn’t just want to look around. I wonder if he and Sasha have ever gone to a kink club.

“There! Booked for tomorrow.” Macy smiles proudly at her contribution to my sex life.

“What?” I grab her phone, and there it was, my name booked into a kink club. Who the fuck was I? “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“The kink community is kewl as fuck. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“But what If I can’t? What if I bring Ash there, and he gets turned on, and I freeze?” My skin feels like it’s on fire. I wanted Ash to crave me and only me.

“Then you go home and fuck like bunnies. Use it as a pre-show. He won’t be turned on if you're doing something you don’t want to. If he does, that’s a red flag. I mean, dating someone in the Mafia should also be a red flag.” She sighs.

“We aren’t dating. I mean, we haven’t talked about what we are. Today, or last night, his ex is back in his life. The person he’s been with the longest. And she’s beautiful and oozes sex—”

“What?” Macy throws the pillow on the floor and lowers herself onto it. “What do you mean back in his life?”

“Well, not back in his life. He has to work with her on a deal. It’s a long story…”

“Mafia story…” Macy bites her fingernails. “What did she say to you? Does she know you're fucking her ex?”

“You’re not helping.” I stretch out on the floor. I didn’t want to associate Ash and Sasha together.

“You told me, so you must wanna talk about it.”

“I just can’t even see them together. She’s not his type.” I scrunch my forehead, trying to make sense of their relationship.

“You mean the opposite of you,” Macy observes.

“Yes, I guess. I mean, looks wise. We are completely different. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.”

“You think she wants Ash?”

“Oh, she definitely wants him. They spent the day together. Ash and I were going to hang out tonight, but he texted he can’t.” All day long, I couldn't shake off thoughts about what they were doing, but now my mind is racing with the image of him being in bed with her.

“With just her?” Macy asks.

“No, his father and his brothers too. It was a workday and apparently night...” My voice trails off. I pick up my phone to see if he’s texted me—nothing.

“Well, that doesn’t sound very romantic.”

“No. It’s just the way she is with him. It’s like she thinks she can snap her fingers, and he’ll come running to her.” As I drag my phone along the carpet, the feeling of dread intensifies at the thought of them being alone all day.

“It doesn’t sound like he’s into her. If he was, he would just do it. He clearly doesn’t want her around you. And now, you will surprise him with your skills tomorrow.” Macy gets up. “Now, something for you to wear.”

“I have nothing for a kink club,” I say as Macy pulls me up by my hands till I’m on my feet.

“No, but I do. Remember Johnny? The biker? Well, he may have introduced me to some stuff. And I might have some of that left.”

Macy drags me to her bedroom and plops me down on her bed. She opens her closet and throws things around the room. “I know it’s in here somewhere.”

Clothes fly over her shoulder, and she carefully moves the shoes until she’s at the back of her closet.

“Found it!” she shrieks while retreating from the closet with a large box. She places it beside me. “You should fit into everything. Some are adjustable.”

I stare at the box, unsure if I want to open it.

“Go on,” Macy prods me as she catches her breath.

I flip the top flaps and see a jumble of leather and feathers. “What the?” I haul out a hard black leather strap resembling something from a horse's bridle.

“Flogger. It’s clean.” She plops down in her chair, proud of showing off her treasure box.

I close the box. “I’m not sure about this…”

“Okay, so no toys. There are some sexy things to wear in there. And I have a long coat so you can surprise him.”

I stare at her, and all I can think about is Sasha in her too-small black dress. That’s all the ammunition I need to do this.