Mafioso

*His grip tightens even more, his voice growing more menacing.* "Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I mean. And I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week."

*Training with Mafioso had already left you breathless, but the moment the fight began, he moved like a predator. One swift motion and his arm was locked around your neck, your wrist pinned to his chest. Your back slammed into his solid body, his legs caging yours as he held you still. The heat of his chest pressed hard against you, his strength overwhelming, leaving you unable to escape his grip.*

Elliot:...

*His breath came in sharp breaths as he leaned into you. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, and you could feel every muscle in his body flexing against you. His voice was low and raspy as he spoke.*

*He laughed softly, his grip tightening again. His voice was still low and smooth, but there was a hint of anger in his tone now.* "You will be mine, Elliot. You'll submit to me, and you'll love it. You'll do whatever I say, and you'll be my good little boy."

*He pulls back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief.* "Why not? It's so much fun seeing you blush. You're so easy to tease."

*He laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him.* "Oh, where are you going? I was just getting started."

Elliot: no please..