Page 32 of Mafia King

Theo’s body finally loses its last coordination. His cheek is pressed to the bonnet, fingers splayed uselessly across the dark paint, breath coming in ragged sobs that are no longer purely pain.

When the orgasm finally hits it is violent. Theo’s entire body locks, thighs shaking hard enough that Nikolai has to steady him with a hand on his hip, a long broken cry echoing through the empty garage as he comes completely undone across the metal and shoots pure-white cum across the car’s immaculate paint.

Nikolai gives Theo only a few seconds to ride it out before he switches the plug off, pulls him upright, and guides him unsteadily into the back seat of the town car. He collapses onto the leather, jeans still tangled around his ankles, the plug still seated.

Nikolai climbs in after him only long enough to settle the boy on his side and check the blindfold remains secure.

“Keep it on.”

Theo’s voice is small, dazed. “Where are you taking me?”

Nikolai closes the door, returns to the driver’s seat, and starts the engine. His eyes meet the rear-view mirror where he lies blind and marked and still trembling.

“Be quiet, boy” Nikolai says. “You’re in my world now…”

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THEO

Where is Nikolai taking me?

Does he know who I am and what I want?

Is he about to…

Suddenly, the car slows and stops.

Theo hears the engine cut, then the solid click of Nikolai’s door opening. A moment later his own door swings wide and cool air brushes his bare thighs.

Nikolai’s hand closes around his upper arm—firm, guiding, inescapable—and he draws Theo out of the back seat.

His jeans and briefs are still tangled around his ankles. The thick plug remains seated deep inside him, a constant, heavy reminder of everything that happened in the garage.

With the blindfold still tight across his eyes, every other sense sharpens.

Theo feels the shift from leather to concrete underfoot, the slight unevenness of the ground, the open space around him. Somewhere nearby a car passes on a street he cannot see.

The knowledge that he is exposed—ass still marked, plug base possibly visible, jeans useless around his ankles—sends a sharp flush of erotic humiliation straight through Theo.

Anyone could be watching.

The thought should terrify Theo. Instead it twists low in his belly and makes him hard all over again.

Nikolai does not speak. He simply steers Theo forward.

A few careful steps, then the metallic sound of a key in a lock, the heavy swing of a door, and the soft thud as it closes behind them.

The outdoor air disappears. Theo stands still and listens hard…

No traffic. No voices. No distant city noise.

Only the quiet of a sealed space and the soft sound of Nikolai’s shoes moving across what feels like polished wood.

Nikolai circles Theo slowly. Theo tracks the movement by the faint shift in the air and the low rhythm of his breathing. Then Nickolai’s mouth finds his. The kiss is deep and unhurried, claiming, the same controlled intensity he showed on the rooftop balcony.

Theo’s hands stay at his sides. He lets Nikolai take what he wants, the plug shifting inside him with every small movement of his body toward him until Nikolai eases it out with a squelchy popping sound.

When Nikolai finally pulls back, his fingers go to the knot of the blindfold. Silk slides away. Light floods in. Theo blinks hard, adjusting…