by Tina Little
I allow myself a congratulation. Instinct, Angelo.
“What does a bad girl get?”
Her voice is small. “Fucked?”
“First?”
She hesitates. “Can I call you ‘Daddy’?”
My grin deepens.
“Please?” her voice shakes. “Please let me call you ‘Daddy’, Angelo. Please.” She means it.
I make her wait. Then I nod. It makes me so hard it hurts.
“Daddy, will you fuck me, please?”
I lift an eyebrow and look into her face.
“Please, punish me Daddy. And then fuck me. Please.”
I sit on the couch. Point to my knee. I don’t know how long I can keep a straight face. She’s serious and having fun, too. I can feel it. Her scent is intoxicating me right now.
She bends. A spark dances in her eyes. She’s smiling-not-smiling. She leans across my thigh. She’s looking at the bulge in my pants. I give her a quick smack on her ass.
“Naughty. You can look, but don’t touch.”
“Can’t I suck it, Daddy?”
I lay my hand on the soft globe of her ass, right where I struck her. Heat still rises from the soft spot of flesh under her thin pants.
“I’ve been very bad, Daddy.” Her voice is soft.
I hold her ass, building her anticipation and mine. Then I make a swift, firm smack. She yelps. My hand stays in place. Her skin is even more sexy, hot and zinging from the slap. Heat rises from between her thighs, too.
I spank her. Hard. She squirms. Her gasps grow louder and more hoarse.
“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
I spank her a few more times for good measure.
“Slide out of your pants. I’m going to fuck you right here on this couch. Take off all of your clothes. I’m going to fuck you and fill you so hard. You are going to be totally mine.”
I undress down to my shorts while I watch her. I’m going mad with hunger for her as she peels herself out of those sexy shimmering pants. I have to kiss her while she unbuttons the black shirt.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moans into my mouth. Her flesh against mine is setting me on fire.
The round heft of her tits makes me wild. I’m holding them as she unhooks the black bra and slips it off. Bending down, I suck her hard nipples into my mouth. Turn and pull them while my hands follow the silky curves of her stomach, down to her hips and her mound.
When she slips the black panties down, I chase them with my mouth. Slip my hands up between her thighs. Grab her ass and lift her up. I lay her, spread out onto the couch. I want to keep up the discipline, but I have to eat her out. The scent of her is driving me nuts.
“Beg me to lick you.”
“Oh! Oh, fuck! Please. Please lick me. Suck on my clit.” Her eyes roll as she gazes into my face, approaching her, between her open thighs. “Please. Shove your tongue all over me. Slip it inside me as far as it will go. Yes. Please. Please lick me, Daddy!”
After I lick my way up her thighs, slapping her ass from time to time for extra encouragement, I reach her swollen muffin and I lick and suck, greedily. Her juices slather over my face, dripping off my chin and even running down my neck.
I lick and suck around her clit, then I slide my tongue inside her. Her hips buck and her stomach rolls. Her thighs clench around my head. Her pussy vibrates and clamps on my tongue. When she rises to the second climax, I drape her thighs over my shoulders, rise up and lift her hips, pulling her mouth into mine.
She cries out, “Daddy! Yes, Daddy, Yes!” and her juices pump.
Quickly I lay her on her back. Her face glows and her eyes implore me. “Will you fuck me now, Daddy? Please?”
“Beg me.” I push her thighs wide apart.
“Please, Daddy. Please fuck my little pussy. It’s weeping for you, Daddy.”
Slipping off my shorts, I start to lower myself onto her.
“Wait,” she says, her eyes wide, “What’s that? You can’t put that in me! That’s too big!”
I pull up her thighs to give her ass a few tasty whacks. “Quiet now. Bad girl.”
“Yes Daddy.”
I bash my cock on her mound, drag it up against her lips. Slide it along her channel, all the way until the cheeks of her ass clench around it. I want to see my huge cock wrapped between her tits but I can’t wait any longer to get inside her.
As I enter, I have to go slowly. When I engage at her entrance, her arms and legs tighten around me. I stay there , moving just a little, nudging, as she begs me for more and her hips roll up and down.
When I push in, there’s a strong resistance at first, then a ‘pop.’ Her face stretches and her jaw widens. Her feet scramble to push her up the couch. Her arms beat around me with every half inch I drive into her hot velvet wetness. Her walls pull and flutter on me and she moans, long and hard, panting, as I rock into her.
I push harder and harder. Her rhythm picks up and I have to concentrate to keep my beats a little slower than hers. Make her wait. Make her pull. Her fingernails claw at my back and sides.
I slide in and out like a steam hammer. Her fists and forearms beat on my shoulders. She crosses her legs behind my ass and shoves her little pussy along my cock. She shouts and bucks her hips.
The third time comes, she tells me she’s coming, “I’m coming, Daddy. Hold me tight, I’m starting to come now!” I can’t hold back any more.
She holds my head and the back of my neck. Her head cranes back and her mouth stretches wide. “Oh, yes. YES! Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.” Her thighs are wide, stretched apart to let me in. “Please. Don’t stop. Not yet!”
I keep going. My balls are packed tight. As she crests, I come. A fountain of hot, thick jizz blasts into her in one long bolt after another.
“Fuck me, Daddy. My fucking mobster Daddy, give it all to me!”
We lie, wet, hot, and panting, wrapped up in each other. For how long, I don’t know. First time in fuck knows how long, I’m not watching the time and I don’t care. I just don’t want this to end.
“I never imagined sex could be anything like that. It really was fucking amazing.”
I hold her close. “It was your first time.”
“Yes.”
“If I’d known… If, I would have – maybe I could have made it more special for you.”
She grabs my head. Pulls me to face her. “It couldn’t have been more special in any way. It was perfect, Angelo.”
“Think you might come back for seconds, then?”
She thinks for a moment. I know what the answer is going to be, although I can’t believe it. “No, Angelo. This has to be a one-time deal.”
“Seriously?”
She turns her body to me. Looks in my eyes. I see sadness and strength like I never saw in a woman before. Maybe not in anyone.
“I’m not going to spend my life with a mobster. Worrying about whether you’re going to get killed, worrying about whether I am, worrying about you getting arrested, or me being interrogated?” her face is streaked. “I’m just not going through that, Angelo. I’m so sorry.”
Chapter 12
Jamie
The next few weeks are hard. My business plan was good. I’m happy about how it goes. Until henchman Vito starts to show up.
I did what I planned. Put most of the money aside. I talked to Summer about the management of it, to keep myself accountable. I didn’t need to use much of the extra that I borrowed to pay back the loan and the ‘vig’ which is mob speak for, ‘interest,’ apparently.
With Summer’s help, I ran small, highly targeted social media campaigns. I used guest coffees as the hook to draw people in, and I got them from other suppliers.
Massimo complained that his supply came with an ‘exclusivity’ clause. I checked with my business attorney and told Massimo, “It does, but it goes both ways. The coffee chain that you supplied and nearly put me out of business for is less than half a mile away, so good luck taking that to court, Massimo.�
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So everything was going pretty well. Considering. At least for a while, it was.
So, it’s a slow afternoon, and getting slower. As it’s December and there’s a chill in the air, I should be getting plenty of drop-in trade, and the people who come ought to be staying longer. And they would. If it weren’t for Vito.
Vito and his crew have eaten all but two of the cakes and pastries, and drunk enough coffee to start-up a social media platform. Nico and H are okay guys. They’re polite, pleasant and well-mannered. Vito isn’t any of those thing, plus he’s huge, epic ugly and aggressively loud.
Every week, since he started hanging out here, the takings are down. If it goes on like this I’ll have to let Donna and Chris go. Though I don’t see me staying open long after that happens. All that I’m doing now is paying back the loan and watching my little business slowly die.
Worst of it is, I could be fucking the mob guy, having a great time all night every night, and he would solve all my problems in here. But I chose my business. that means I have to solve my own problems.
The last real customer of the day just shuffled away with his MacBook, shyly looking back at me on his way to the door.
I need to do something right now or I know I’m going to put it off and get more and more scared. The longer I put it off the harder it gets to do it. I thought about it enough times. It always seems like the wrong moment, and it always will be.
I step out from behind the counter. “Vito,” I put my hands on my hips. I know that’s the wrong move. I’m trying to show power. I don’t have any. Still, I started. I have to follow through and do it now. I’m trying real hard to stay calm inside. I wish I could get Angelo to take care of this. The fact that he doesn’t makes me really afraid for how it’s going to turn out. But I can’t go on.
Vito hasn’t even looked round but the air in the room hangs thick and quiet and cold. Neither of the other guys move a muscle.
“Vito,” I tell him flat, “You’re killing my business.”
He still doesn’t look round. I see him look from Nico to H and I see his face pull.
“Bitch say something?” he says, and he starts to laugh.
I can’t see his lazy, thug’s grin, but I hear it in his voice.
“Listen, little lady, you wouldn’t have a business if it wasn’t for Angelo coming in with a financial injection.” I know he’s looking at the others to squeeze a laugh out of his double meaning.
It’s making me angrier. And that’s his technique, of course. I don’t say anything.
“Seems to me,” Vito says, his whole frame rippling as he chuckles, “You’re getting the good end of this deal. Angelo puts a fat wad in,” and now the other two begin to chuckle. It isn’t a nice sound. Only Nico keeps a straight face. “So, I think Angelo is buying some hospitality for his crew,” he turns his sloppy grin and his narrowed eyes to me.
His tongue flicks across his lips as he looks at me.
I’m trying really hard to stand stock still. And not to be afraid. I can’t see that I’m doing very well at either. There’s a tremble in my knees. I hold his gaze steady, though.
“Vito, do you see any paying customers in here? You are driving them all away. I won’t have a business if you go on like this.”
“Well, I thought you was in the hospitality business. This sounds pretty un-hospitable to me. ” His chair scrapes as he hauls himself to his feet. I know I have to stand my ground. He’s huge. And I’m terrified. Still, I stand, absolutely still, and facing him. My feet apart, my hand still on my hips.
It takes a slow, deliberate step towards me. Standing right in front of me, I can feel his breath on my cheek. His stomach is almost touching my breasts. He takes another step, and I have to move back. He advances again, and I’m backed against the kitchen door. Inside, I’m shaking like a leaf. I want to hold onto the door frame, I want to run. His huge frame blocks me completely.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.” His eyes flicked around in their little narrow slits. Half a step forward, his huge body presses me back against the door.
“You can be hospitable if you try.” I feel his voice rumbling in his gut as it presses against me.
The doorbell tinkles. Jingles.
Vito doesn’t take his eyes from me as he yells, “The shop is shut.”
When the little bell rings, Vito shouts, without turning. “The shop is shut.”
Chapter 13
Angelo
Fighting back the rage burns my gut.
When I see Vito has Jamie backed against the kitchen door, I’m about ready to let rip and tear the fucker’s head off.
I cross the floor in two strides. “Not to me, asshole.” Vito’s head turns. His grin spreads from one ear to the other.
His eyes bulge as Jamie kicks him hard in the nuts.
Damn, I don’t blame her, but it’s going to complicate things. Worth it, though, to see his eyes go wide and his mouth stretch in an ‘O’ as his knees cave together.
With surprising speed for his bulk, Vito’s hand shoots out and grabs Jamie by the throat. Now, he really shouldn’t have done that.
By reflex, I swing both arms in a two fisted swipe – first I knock the side of Vito’s head, then follow through and swing back to slam into his kidney.
He twists and bends to the side, howling. His eyes blaze with rage.
His hand is still around Jamie’s throat. I’m starting to see red.
I swing my left fist fast, drive it hard into the side of his liver. My arm buries deep in his rolls of flesh.
The contact’s good, but the blow is not as effective as I want. With his hand still on Jamie’s throat, the asshole reaches for the back of his belt. I kick hard with the side of my foot, at the back of his knee. As he topples back, he pulls a table full of cups and saucers down with him but letting go of Jamie at last.
I put a foot on his chest and stand over him. “Stay down,” I yell, raging. I want to smash him into pieces. “Do not make this worse, Vito.”
I look up at Jamie. She rubs her throat but she tells me she’s fine.
Vito is grinning. Even while he groans and rubs his side, “You just started a two-family war, fuckwad,” he growls, “I hope she’s worth it to you, Angelo.”
Nico stands quietly behind me. Speaks in a soft voice. Only I can hear.
“Boss, I know you’ve got family limits. Let me fix this.”
I draw my Colt and aim it square in Vito’s face. He threatened Jamie and I want to just blow him away. Nico leans close to speak. I hold up my hand to stop him.
I need a moment. I have to focus to get a hold of myself. Stop myself from blowing Vito’s head off.
I take a few breaths. Okay.
I lean my ear to Nico. I’ve always trusted him. These are going to be life-and-death choices though. Whatever happens now, there’s going to be trouble and it’s going to be bad. I think I know what Nico wants. I wonder if he’ll do it on my terms.
I speak quietly. Nobody is going to hear this. “I think I know what you want.” Nico’s eyes are firm. He nods. “You want the whole crew. You want to take over.”
“Boss, I’ve had the feeling you want to get away from it. Go buy a boat or something. Am I wrong? I wouldn’t step forward otherwise, Boss. No lie, I’d sooner have you in charge than me. Just saying, if you do want out, this could be an easy moment to move.”
“You’re not wrong, Nico. It has to be the right way, though.”
“I can take Vito back to his family. I can make it right. He’ll be okay. Laszlo will understand.”
“No blowback?”
“What the fuck are you two girls gabbling about?” Vito starts up underneath me.
“Vito, do not underestimate how much I would love to make fucking big holes in your face right now. Don’t give me even more reason.”
Nico says, “I can do it, boss. I guarantee.”
“Thanks, Nico. I’ll handle it, though.” I push the Colt in Vito’s face.
Chapter
14
Angelo
Next morning, I’m back at the counter of Jamie’s Rise & Grind.
The usual scattering of nerdy kids are folded around their laptops. I bet most of them nurse a cappuccino or a latte all morning. The young moms are fewer than I remember seeing. Maybe it’s the time of day.
