Bend For Him

by Hamel, B. B.

  “You’re showing me off a little bit, aren’t you?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

  “I don’t know. The way you introduce me to everyone.”

  “That’s just being polite.”

  “I’m not sure it’s just that.” I leaned closer to him. I put my hand on his thigh, my heart beating fast. “I think it’s something a little bit more.”

  He met me halfway, but instead of kissing me, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

  “You want to be something I show off?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m not sure what I want.”

  “You’ll have to be something I have before I can show you off.”

  I pulled back, chewed my lip. His smile didn’t falter.

  “Things have been moving so fast,” I said. “A lot’s changed in just a few days. I think… I don’t know what I think.”

  He took out his wallet and put some cash on the bar. “Come with me.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “The car.”

  I hesitated. “We’re leaving?”

  “Something like that.” He reached out and took my hand. “Come on.”

  I stood and followed. Some part of me felt like I was losing something, like I’d never get to see this side of him again. I got the feeling that this was rare, to have so many guys in his crew in one spot. But there was something in the way he looked at me, in the way he spoke with a low tone, that made me need to stick close to him.

  We walked out into the night and he tugged me along. I kept up, heart racing. I didn’t know what we were doing but I wanted to find out. It was dark, past midnight, and although I’d had a few drinks, I didn’t feel drunk. My head felt clear and my hands were steady.

  “Get in,” he said, opening the door to his car.

  The parking lot was packed. I climbed inside. He got behind the wheel and drove us to the far end of the lot, around to the back of the strip mall. There were a few spaces tucked underneath a row of trees with low-hanging branches. He pulled the car across three empty spaces and parked. I couldn’t see another car or person in sight.

  He turned to me. “Do you know why I brought you out here?”

  “You said we should celebrate.”

  “Yeah, I did. And that’s partly true. But the real reason.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”

  “I wanted you to see my world. I wanted to show you off, but mostly I wanted you to understand that my life isn’t just an endless string of fights and killings. You come from a mob family, so you know how close those groups can be.”

  “My family used to be close, but I’m not sure anymore.”

  He shrugged. “We’re still close. We’re a little family, even if none of us are related. We’re a brotherhood… willing to die for each other. That’s almost better than family, yeah?”

  “Why are you telling me all this?”

  “Because you need to know the kind of man you’re involved with.” He leaned closer to me and reached out. I leaned in to his touch and let his hand slide against my cheek. I turned into it, my heart racing at the calluses on his fingers.

  “And what kind of man’s that?”

  I met his eyes. He stared back

  “Protective. Angry. Willing to do whatever I have to do to get what I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want a lot of things. But right now, I want this.” His fingers moved back, intertwining into my hair. “I want you lips. Your eyes. Your tongue. Your hair. Your legs wrapped around my hips. I want your moans, your sweat, your cum.”

  My mouth hung open as he leaned closer. He kissed me, slow at first, then harder, his tongue sliding against mine, invading my mouth, sending a thrill of desire all through my skin.

  I couldn’t help it. I melted into that kiss. I bit his lip and shifted closer. He turned to me and pulled off my top, throwing it onto the floor. He kissed my neck, teased my breasts, then unfastened the top button of my jeans.

  I wiggled out of them. His hands roamed my skin, sending jolts of desire all over.

  “I’m not going to wait to take you home,” he said. “I don’t have the patience for that. Not when you look this good. Not when I want you this bad.”

  “You don’t have to wait. I’m right here.”

  “I’m a greedy man, little bird. If I’m going to have you, I’m going to have every inch. I won’t settle for halfway.”

  “Good.” I leaned closer, ran a finger down his bottom lip. “Right now, I’m all yours.”

  He pulled me across the center console and pushed his seat all the way back. I straddled his hips and leaned forward, my ass inches from the steering wheel. He gripped my hips as I pressed down along his hard cock through his jeans. I rolled my back and rubbed myself against him, panting as I did it, pleasure blooming through my body.

  His growls of delight sent waves of pleasure through my body. He bit my lip and spanked my ass hard. I rode him faster, gliding my soaking wet pussy over his hard cock, then couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down, unbuckled his belt, pulled it off. I tugged at his jeans and pushed them down enough to feel his thin boxer briefs.

  I started riding again, grinding myself down along his shaft. “Gorgeous girl,” he whispered. “Perfect, gorgeous girl. Your wet little pussy’s soaked through those panties. How long have you been thinking about this, huh?”

  “All night,” I moaned.

  “That’s right. All night, sitting in that bar, thinking about my thick cock between your legs. That’s filthy, you know that? Meeting all these new people, but all you can think about is my thick, hard cock.” He grabbed my hair hard and pulled as I rode him faster, moaning, pleasure writhing through my skin.

  “I can’t help it. You make me feel this way.”

  “Damn right I do. You want to be down on all fours for me, ass in the air, let me lick up that soaking wet pussy, let it drip down on my tongue. I’ll taste every inch of your gorgeous little body until you’re moaning and begging me to fuck you into submission. You like it when I fuck you rough, girl?”

  I gasped as he spanked my ass and pulled my hair. Pleasure rocketed through me. “Yes,” I moaned, and I worked my hips faster, riding his boxer briefs against my panties.

  I couldn’t help myself. I came then, back shaking, body trembling. I came hard as I rode him, grinding down on my panties, soaking through, making his shaft wet.

  “Look at you,” he purred. “Coming already. You really are a filthy fucking girl, aren’t you? Sitting there thinking about my cock makes you need it more than you can handle.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  He chuckled and pushed me back. I put my hands on his knees and stared at him. I felt the steering wheel in my back.

  He lifted his hips up and pulled down his boxer briefs. His long, thick cock slid out between us, hard as hell and practically pulsing for me. I took him in my hands and stroked him, mouth hanging open.

  “Here’s the thing, little bird. You play tough, act like you know what you want and how you want it, maybe even like it a little rough.” He reached up, grabbed my hair, and sat forward. “But you’ve never had a fucking man before.”

  I stared into his eyes as he leaned back and pushed me upwards. He slipped my panties to the side then brought me down slowly on the head of his cock.

  I arched my back and groaned. He grunted as I slowly slid down his shaft, taking him deep between my legs.

  He was right, god—

  He was so right.

  I’ve never had a man before. Not until that moment in the car, his massive, thick cock between my legs, bottoming out, filling me to the brim—

  I’ve never felt so good before.

  Sweat dripped down my back as I rode him. He took me to spots I never thought were possible. His hands moved along my skin and explored every inch of my body as I got used to his massive size and fell into bliss. I rode him and he f
ucked me, alternating fast and slow, deep thrusts and rough ones. He slapped my ass raw and I knew I’d have bruises.

  But god, I loved it.

  I wanted him to make it hurt. Just a little bit, because the pleasure felt so much sweeter.

  He gripped my hair and bit my lip, made me take him, made me tell him that I loved it—

  “God, yes, I love your cock,” I moaned into his ear. “I love every inch of it.”

  “Tell me I’m the biggest man you’ve ever felt.”

  “You’re the biggest. Fuck, you’re the biggest I’ve ever imagined.”

  “That’s right, and I’ll ruin you for anyone else, little birdie. I’ll ruin you and only I’ll be able to make you feel this good again.” He pulled my arms behind my back and fucked me. I leaned forward, face against the car seat, and took it as he thrusted deep inside—

  I couldn’t think, breathe, do anything but take pleasure from him. He released me and I rode faster, the car shaking, the windows fogged. I was sweating, a mess of pleasure and need and desire, and I felt another orgasm building, building, growing deep inside.

  “I want to feel how wet you are when you come,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to feel your soaking cunt bear down on me as you lose yourself. That’s why I saved your life, little birdie. So I could take your body, own it, make it mine, turn it into my little plaything.”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Oh, god, yes. I’m your plaything. All of me, I’m yours to toy with. Go ahead and ruin me.”

  “Come for me, girl. I want to feel it before I fill you up.”

  “Fuck,” I moaned and did as he asked.

  It was bliss, heaven, ecstasy, so much better than I ever could’ve imagined. I came on his massive shaft in a twisting, shuddering, messy moaning mass of joy and need and intensity. He didn’t slow down or go easy, he fucked me rough, and as my pussy tightened around his shaft in orgasm, I felt him release.

  His hands gripped my ass and he filled me, pump after pump. I felt him deep inside, his warmth, his sticky seed. I bit his lip hard then kissed him, holding him there between my legs. Both of us sweating, both of us in that post-orgasm glow.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  “Yeah.” I grinned, put my forehead against his.

  “That’s why I couldn’t wait to get you home. Had to take you here.”

  “I have a feeling you’re not done with me yet.”

  “Far from it.” He patted my ass.

  I wiggled my hips and slid off him with a moan. I climbed over to my side of the car and sat there, sweating, half-conscious, just floating in the moment.

  He chuckled and tucked himself away.

  “Got to admit, part of me thought you might not be able to do it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “In public. I thought you might chicken out.”

  “Oh, I didn’t even think about it.”

  “And there’s another happy surprise.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “But there’s a bed waiting for us back at the hotel.”

  “You think you get to sleep in it tonight?”

  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  I found my shirt and pulled it on. I thought about taking my ruined panties off, but just put them back into place and pulled my jeans on.

  “You’re going to have to work hard to earn a spot in bed.”

  “Gladly.” He started the engine and blasted the AC. The windows began to clear, revealing an empty parking lot, the moon full and high in the sky.

  He pulled forward and drove us back to the hotel. And that night, he more than earned his spot in the bed. By the time he was finished with me, I was so exhausted, so spent and used up, that I didn’t care where I slept.

  17

  Leonid

  I woke up early and called Hedeon.

  “We need to talk.”

  “So talk.” He sounded tired and frustrated. I didn’t have time for his moody bullshit. I felt like I was buzzing on Robin still, the touch of her tongue and her tight cunt still etched in my brain.

  “In person. I met with a couple Leone boys yesterday.”

  His grunt could mean either surprise or anger. “Come in an hour.”

  “Fine.”

  I hung up, ordered room service, and went into the bedroom. Robin lay sprawled on the bed, sheets in a tangle around her naked body, her tight ass beautiful in the morning light. I could see fingerprints and a palm-shaped bruise, and I was tempted to hit her again.

  Instead, I brushed my fingers down her back. “Wake up.”

  Her eyes fluttered open. “Uh. What?”

  “Sorry. Gotta get up. We have a meeting.”

  “Meeting?” She frowned at me and buried her face in the pillow. “What time is it?”

  “A little after nine.”

  “You kept me up past three last night. I’m exhausted. Go away.”

  “Sorry, birdie. Better get up.”

  “No. Go away.”

  I grinned and decided to indulge myself. I spanked her little ass hard enough to make her gasp.

  “Oh, what the fuck,” she said, rolling onto her back. Her pink nipples were hard in the cool hotel air.

  “Get up,” I said. “Or I’ll be even meaner next time.”

  “I never should’ve let you get this intimate. I’m going to pay for it.”

  “Damn right. Now, up.”

  I left the room and let her get herself together. The room service came ten minutes later. I drank coffee, ate some breakfast, and listened to her shower. She came out, glared at me, drank two cups of coffee, and let me drag her out the door.

  It was a nice weekday morning. Cars rolled past and couples walked their little yappy white dogs. The overgrown pale rats could hardly be called dogs, but whatever, they were fine for boring old people, I guess. We got into my car and I headed up to Fairmount and Hedeon’s place.

  “You know it’s rude as hell to wake someone up by hitting their bare ass, right?”

  I glance at her with a smile. “Been waiting a while to say that, huh?”

  She glared at me. “Just saying. I’m sore because of you.”

  “Told you last night. I’m going to ruin you for other men. Good luck feeling that sore ever again.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be an asshole, okay?”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “Good.” She took a deep breath and let it out. “So what are we going over here for?”

  “Got to tell him about the meeting yesterday.”

  “I thought he knew?”

  “He knew it might happen, but not when or where or what about. Like I keep telling you—”

  “I get it, you guys keep everything contained and separated. Yeah, yeah.” She rubbed her eyes. “I’m too tired for this.”

  “Fair enough. You get cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.”

  “It’s your fault—”

  The first thing I noticed were the two vans at opposite ends of the block. Robin kept going on about being sore and exhausted, but I couldn’t stop staring at the vans. Black, windowless, the sort of vans you drive when you have a purpose. Not fun, pleasure cars, not the sort of practical family cars you’d see in that neighborhood.

  No, big, black vans. And two of them.

  “Weird,” I said.

  She frowned at me. “Weird? What?”

  “Sorry.” I nodded at the vans and slowly drove down the block. The first one had a guy sitting up front, dark hair, sunglasses, looked bored. “You see these two vans?”

  “Uh, yeah, so what?”

  “Two black windowless vans, parked on either end of this block. That’s a little weird, right?” I rolled past Hedeon’s place, then slowed as we came to the end and pulled even with the second van.

  Another guy sitting up front. He had on a baseball cap pulled down low and had a thick, dark brown beard.

  “I guess.” Her voice didn’t sound sure. “What should we do?”

  “I don’t know.” I roll
ed around the block and pulled off to the side. I put on my hazards and called Hedeon.

  He answered after a couple rings. “You nearby?”

  “Look out your window. Down to the end of the block, left side. You see it?”

  He grunted. I heard blinds open. “The van?”

  “Right, black one. Look to the right now.”

  “Huh.” Short silence. “Another van.”

  “What do you think?”

  “I’m getting my bag. I’ll be out in two minutes.”

  “I’m around the corner. Should I come out front?”

  “I think so.” He took a deep breath. “Could be nothing. Could be something. Better be safe. We’ll go to another place.”

  “Roger that.” I hung up.

  “What’s going on?” Robin’s voice was laced with concern.

  “Hedeon’s coming out. We’re going somewhere else.”

  “Because of some black vans?”

  I nodded and pulled back onto the street. I came to the stop sign, turned right onto Nineteenth, rolled to Mt. Vernon.

  The black van was still there.

  “This is how it works,” I said. “Total paranoia. Got to assume everyone’s out to get us, because some day they might be. We’ve survived a long time like this.”

  She chewed her lip, but said nothing.

  I turned onto the street again. As I rolled past, the guy with dark hair stared out the window at me. For one brief moment, we made eye contact.

  Then the doors open and three guys with long rifles jumped out.

  “Fuck. Get down.”

  Robin’s eyes went wide. I leaned toward her, unbuckled her seatbelt, and shoved her down onto the floor. She let out a yelp as her body folded into the space in front of the seat. I hit the gas, jerked forward. Gunshots rang out, most of them missing. I slammed on the brakes as the second van opened up and three more guys jumped out.

  Hedeon was at the door. I leaned over Robin and shoved open her door. She screamed as bullets smashed into the car.

  Hedeon made a run for it. Bullets whipped through the air. One slammed into his arm, snapped it backwards with a spray of blood. He slowed, but didn’t stop. I pulled my gun from my waistband and fired a few shots out my window, trying to draw their fire from Hedeon.