Beg Me Please

By M Kay Noir

When the bad guy wants to be called a “good boy”

The king of the underworld only bows to one—his fearless queen.

Don Dante Fera (43) is used to calling the shots. Knees tremble in fear when the boss walks into a room. But not Danica Matthews (24). No, she’s different—she’s the one woman who can make *his* knees weak.

He would do anything to please her.
Anything.
If she’d let him.

A forbidden mafia romance like any other, except for one twist: what if *she* was the one calling the shots instead? He may throw her over his shoulder and kidnap her, but she’ll be the one controlling his pleasure—if he’s lucky.

How does an unlikely relationship naturally progress into a kinky dynamic?
Sometimes, accidentally...
Accidentally and passionately.

Beg Me Please is an age gap, mafia romance novella with the roles reversed. The story revolves Danica’s Domme-awakening and is the unofficial prequel to Danica’s Revenge...Will a man like Don Dante Fera accept submission willingly?

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Kay Noir
• Release date: Feb 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224136803

M Kay Noir

M Kay Noir writes incredibly erotic yet wholesome femdom fiction. Her brand is kinky and kind – something she brings to all her writing.She believes that good writing can elevate any sex scene to the next level. That’s why she spends so much time researching and editing her work to ensure top-quality scenes. Just because it’s a spicy story, does not mean readers must settle for unprofessional books.Above all, Kay believes in creating a safe space for her readers to explore their deepest desires.Kay has been writing steamy stories since she for more than half her life, and has written millions of words over her lifetime as an international magazine editor. Whether she’s writing about engineering principles or BDSM – she believes in beautiful sentences that flow well.Her latest mission is to bring relatable gentle femdom to anyone curious or new to the kink community. Educational and arousing – that’s her mission.

Book preview

Chapter one

Prologue

(Danica)

Irub my foot along his desperate cock, stroking up the entire length of his shaft.

Naked body kneeling on the cold floor with his hands tied behind his back, he moans softly. What a beautiful sight.

With the flick of my wrist, I pull his leash taut, forcing him to look up. Such a pathetic look on your face. I laugh cruelly.

He lowers his eyes in shame. I’m sorry, Miss.

Look at me, puppy. I want you to look at me while I stroke that dripping cock of yours. Understood? I slide my bare foot over his balls, lifting his cock with my perfectly painted red toes.

Anything you want, Miss. He’s virtually whimpering.

I don’t have time for bad students, I sigh, lazily teasing his cock with my toes. I will use discipline if I need to…

The long wooden ruler sounds threatening as I tap it against the desk in a warning.

He arches his hips towards my foot, begging: Make me a good boy, please…

Chapter two

Party Crashers

(Danica)

What a shit show . I count the plates again. It’s supposed to be my night off but instead, I am back at the restaurant, setting the tables for a party of 20.

They’ll be here any second. Can you please hurry up, Danica? the owner pesters, watching me from the door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Can you help?" I would roll my eyes if all my attention wasn’t focused on getting the knives to live up perfectly.

This isn’t my job— he starts but I cut him off.

"It isn’t mine either, is it? I’m the manager, remember? Not your little waitress." I smooth out the crisp white tablecloth, not even looking at him.

Don’t be like that. How was I supposed to know that Angela would get sick on such a busy night? That’s two of them off now.

I’m only doing this because you’re one of my parents’ oldest friends and we go way back. But you owe me, Owen. I have a big exam on Monday and I still haven’t finished all my prep.

Like my day wasn’t stressful enough without having to play waitress. Picking up my studies whilst working full-time is proving more and more impossible. But I have no choice. After the breakup, I had nothing…

You could’ve just told them that we can’t accommodate a 20-person party tonight. I set the fancy wine glasses down next to each knife, making sure everything is on the right side where it belongs. All set.

To any other customer, I would have said no. But I cannot deny a Fera. Oh god, no.

Before I can ask more about our super-important mystery guests, Owen is gone, off to the kitchen before, god forbid, he has to lift a finger in his own restaurant.

I sigh and straighten out my stupid tie, making sure I’m as tidy as the place settings. I hate the uniform. At least I don’t have to wear it normally, it’s only for the waitstaff. White, button-up collared shirt, a black tie, black waistcoat, knee-length black skirt, sheer stockings, and black pumps—it sure makes me look the part.

I would never wear something like this if I wasn’t forced to (and not just because it’s ugly as fuck). The shirts are so uncomfortable. It’s a men’s cut that pulls too tightly over my chest, making my breasts feel noticeably oversized for my petite frame. Trust Owen to get one-size-fits-all shirts for all the waiters. Typical.

My outfit check is interrupted by Owen shouting They’re here! as he passes by to greet our guests at reception. I steal another glance in the large mirror that’s supposed to make the room look bigger, fixing a fake smile on my face. Obediently, I take my spot by the door, waiting for the esteemed guests to make their entrance.

I don’t know who I expected, but it wasn’t a group of rowdy men covered in tattoos and bad-ass leather jackets.

They walk right past me like I am invisible, filling the room with their sweaty, smoky smell.

The one guy reaches for the complimentary wine on the