"Don't you trust me...........?" (Y/n) asked, as Alfie eyed her and the strip of material in her hand.

"Alfie.......?" She continued, slightly hurt, when the Londoner took a little too long to answer for her liking.

"Course I fuckin trust ya. Probably tha only one I do fuckin trust........."

"Then trust me now..........." A smile coming to her lips, as the Jewish gangster slowly nodded his head. (Y/n) reaching up and placing the blindfold over his eyes.

"Now............" She began to whisper into Alfie's ear. A shiver making its way down his spine, as her breath gently fanned across his skin.

"You are not allowed to remove the blindfold, nor are you allowed to touch me, until I say so..........."

"What........?"

"You heard me, Alfred Solomons......" (Y/n) smacking away his hand, as he attempted to move the materiel covering his eyes.

"No touching until I say so. Now just sit back and relax........" She added. Shaking her head as Alfie let out a huff before doing as he was told and laying back on the sofa. (Y/n) smiling as she moved away from him so that she could fully take in the handsome man in front of her.

Even fully dressed, he was a sight to behold; big, strong, with just the right amount of intimidating to make her weak at the knees. And then undressed....oh, undressed, the sight of his muscles and how they would flex when he moved was guaranteed to make it impossible for her to think of anything but him; of anything but letting him take charge and surrendering herself to him. But tonight, tonight she was going to be in charge, well......for a little while at least. And while she was, she was going to enjoy making the feared Alfred Solomons Jr. squirm. (Y/n) slowly removing her clothes, before climbing back onto the sofa next to Alfie.

"(Y/n)..........?"

"Sssshhhhh...." She replied, placing her finger to his lips, before letting it trial down over his bearded chin to the top button of his shirt. Her fingers making light work of each button. A satisfying moan leaving Alfie's lips, as she pushed apart his off-white shirt and placed her fingertips to his flesh. Ghosting them gently over his stomach, before moving up to his chest.

"Fuck, luv........." Alfie growled, doing the best he could to not touch her, despite his desire to ripe off the blindfold, then grab her and push her down into the sofa. To nestle himself between her legs and let his mouth find her hardened nipples as he slowly moved himself inside of her. One hand gripping to the arm of the sofa, while the other gripped at the back, as his mind raced. His knuckles turning white, as (Y/n) moved in and allowed her lips to kiss his belly; to kiss the line above the waistband of his trousers, and her hands moved over his strong thighs.

"Do you like that, hmmmm? Do you like when I touch you like that.......?" Alfie nodding at the question. His jaw clenching as her hand found its way to his crotch and moved firmly over his erection that was pushing against the inside of the clothing. His hips moving up to meet her hand.

"Fuuuuuuuuck. Please, (Y/n)............" Alfie managed to reply. He not normally the kind of man to beg for anything; he didn't have to, he was Alfie Solomons, after all. But at this moment he didn't care. He needed more, so much more. His mind filling with all the things that they would normally do when they made love; of all the wonderful things that his girl was able to do to his body, and how she could make him feel. The Londoner not ashamed of his words; not ashamed of seeming weak in front of the woman that he loved, the woman that he trusted.

"Please what, Alfie.........? Do you want me to do this...........?" She countered, as she pulled open his belt and popped the first button of his trousers. Alfie nodding again, his grip tightening even more on the sofa, as yet another button slipped from its buttonhole. His hips bucking upwards in hopes of finding her hand; in hope of finding some relief for his aching cock. Yet she had moved away. The big Londoner sure that she was smiling at him.

"Ya a wicked woman..........."

"Wicked......no. A wicked woman would just leave you like this. Would leave you unsatisfied. I have no intention of doing that......all I am doing is enjoying teasing you a little. Enjoying watching as you get all riled up and fight the urge to take over. No, I am not wicked; I want you Alfie Solomons, and I will have you. But first........" Alfie's head dropping back, as her hands moved back to the buttons on his trousers. A relieved sigh leaving his lips, as he felt his cock no longer pushing at the inside of his pants. His hips rising as she began to pull the material from his body; and when they had been dropped to the floor, she pushed his legs apart. Alfie realising at that moment, that she was naked; her soft flesh brushing against the inside of his thighs, as she took his twitching manhood into her hand. His teeth clenching, as he felt the glorious mounds of her breasts surround him and caress him. Alfie losing himself, as her soft lips moved to the tip of his cock, kissing it again and again, as it moved up and down between her breasts. The big man gasping as he found himself pushing passed those lips; losing the ability to speak when he suddenly found himself fully in her warm, wet mouth. His manhood hitting the back of her throat, over and over again until Alfie felt as though he were going to explode, until he was sure that he couldn't hold back any longer; positive that with just another few bobs of her head, he would cum down her throat. But then.....then she was gone. Alfie sitting up and reaching out for her, only to find empty air.

"(Y/n)...........?"

"Lay back........" The order came. His heart hammering against the inside of his chest as he suddenly found himself being pushed back and felt a weight straddle his lap. Alfie growling, moaning, as her arousal soaked his manhood. More than one swear word leaving his lips, as (Y/n) finally lowered herself onto him. Her hands gripping at his shoulders, as she settled herself.

"Alfie........" Her breathing already sounding heavy.

"Luv..........?"

"The blindfold.......take, take it off and touch me........." The Londoner not needing to be told twice; the strip of material quickly pulled from his eyes, before his big hands found her hips. His hold tightening, as she began to move; his teeth nipping at her breasts, as they bounced up and down in front of him. It as if he were seeing her in a new light, as the pair enjoyed one another. Alfie glad that he trusted her; and if it meant that this wouldn't be the last time that this happened, he would happily trust her to do this, again.