by Marlee Wray
She looks over her shoulder, her big brown eyes wide, pupils dilated.
“Strip off those panties,” I command in a rough voice.
When she obeys, my cock jerks in my pants, ready to be turned loose. I shed my suit jacket over the vanity’s chair then sit on the couch. I toss a couple of pillows on the floor between my Italian leather-clad feet.
“On your knees, little girl.”
She blinks, then turns. She’s naked, and her breasts sway when she takes a deep breath. I love her brown nipples. The tips are arrowheads at the moment. Her hands grip my thighs, steadying her descent.
“Take out my cock and suck it.”
“C,” she says, trembling slightly. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“We’re fine. No one will knock on that door while it’s closed.” I cup her chin and draw her closer to my groin. “Now be a good girl, and do as you’re told.”
“Just this once,” she whispers. “Because of how great you’ve made tonight—the flowers and dressing room and everything.”
I don’t care what she tells herself. This is not going to be the last time, and my treating her like my beautiful submissive has nothing to do with payment for lavishing her with the star treatment.
She undoes my belt and unzips my trousers. When she lowers the front of the boxer briefs, my cock springs free. I lean back and put my arms behind my head, watching as she takes me in her mouth. Her lips close around my girth, and I’m encased in her soft wet mouth. It’s heaven.
I close my eyes and savor the moment. A gorgeous naked dancer on the floor of her dressing room, servicing me while the crowds file out, talking about her other masterful performance.
“Deeper,” I groan, my lids rising enough so I can watch her breasts sway.
Her nips are tight beads. Being commanded to suck my cock turns her on. For the moment, she’s all mine and everything I want.
She swirls her tongue around my shaft, then draws back to suck the plump head.
“Yeah,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head, pushing her back down.
I glide into her, toward the back of her throat, until she grabs my knees. I let her take control of the pace again. Her hand grips me at the base, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm while her head rises and falls. I’m in her hot little mouth, as she hollows her cheeks and works me like a pro.
Fuck, it feels good. I lean back and groan. My balls are ready to explode.
I pull her head back with a firm grip on her hair. “Get up here on my lap.”
She’s breathing hard as she straddles me. She slides down on my cock stand like a stripper on a pole. The soft plump lips of her pussy cradle my aching cock. I cup her breast and bring it to my mouth, using my teeth to tug on her left nipple. She drags in a breath. I bite down with a little more force, and she moans.
“Yeah,” I whisper after I release it. “You’ll be my good girl, won’t you, if I put tight little clamps on these pretty nips?” I suck on her nipple and take more of her breast into my mouth, suckling hard.
She moans and circles her hips, moisture from her pussy coating the base of my cock.
Her fingers grip me and she rises, ready to put me inside her. It’s exactly what I need but I also want to train her to behave the way I want. I cup her pussy, blocking my cock’s entry into her body.
She lets out a tortured whimper.
“Ask permission,” I say.
She stares at me.
“Should I spank your ass until you’re ready to obey?”
She husks out a breath. “C—?”
I slap her breast. The sting startles her and causes her to move back an inch and then to lower herself onto my thighs. I let go of her pussy, but raise my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, loving the tangy taste of her.
“What did I tell you to call me?” I ask.
“Bastard,” she husks.
I slap her ass and give her a hard look, but I’m not angry. I like her feisty.
She leans forward, her breasts against my chest, rubbing the fabric of my shirt.
“Please? Sir,” she adds.
“Yeah, ride my cock, beautiful.”
She doesn’t hesitate. With my big hand gripping her ass hard, she rises up and then lowers herself onto my cock. As it pierces to her core, she tosses her head back and moans.
I smile because I can tell that it feels as good to her as it does to me. I start to guide her forward so she can rub her clit against me, but she’s already positioning herself. Then she grinds and bobs in small pulses.
“That’s it. Ride me. Make yourself come.”
She pants and then bites her lip, closing her eyes.
I lift her and lower her fast, my cock jerking up to hit her cervix.
“Oh, God,” she groans.
“Like that?”
“Yes. More. Please, more.” She buries her face in the side of my neck as we grind away. Her slick, lithe body is as stunning as it was on stage, but right now she’s all mine.
I growl as I get close. I tighten my grip on her globes and pull her forward, spreading those ass cheeks. She cries out, and her hot tunnel spasms around me. I thrust in short, hard jerks until I’m spilling cum into her throbbing pussy.
“So good,” she pants. “So, so good.”
I twist a hand in her hair and pull her head back. I find her mouth with mine and kiss her hard, my tongue fully penetrating her mouth. She clings to me. Her body gets it, even if her mind doesn’t yet. She’s mine to fuck whenever and however I want.
And she’s going to stay mine.
Chapter Eight
Zoe
I’ve convinced Connor to let me return home, but as he glances around my apartment, he seems on the verge of changing his mind.
“Are you going?” I ask as he circles the living room.
“Are you in a rush for me to leave?” he returns.
“I need to shower and then work some more on my presentation. If you want to, you can call me later?”
He smiles. It makes him look his age, which is twenty-seven. Most of the time, he’s so serious that along with his dangerous reputation, he seems more than six years older than I am.
He strides over, taking my face in his hands. “Why don’t you pack your bag with some fresh clothes and come home with me?”
“I told you why. I want to see Rachel. She’ll come here, but she can’t come to your place.”
He takes a fistful of my hair into his hand. I want to stop him because it’s stiff and full of product, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him as he rubs it between his fingers, then uses it to pull my head back. He kisses my throat and then my mouth.
“Rachel’s fine, but no one else in here tonight. You hear me?”
“I’m not planning to have a party, C.”
“Not what I asked.”
His voice is so dominant, shades of when we had sex earlier come rushing back. My pussy, which loves that side of him, throbs. Deep in my core I’m still wet from coming and from his cum inside me. A flush heats up my face for a moment as I lick my lips.
“What?”
“Nothing. I understand. Rachel’s the only C Crue-approved visitor tonight,” I say in a teasing voice.
He rubs a thumb over my bottom lip. “I know a girl who’s begging for a long, hard spanking.”
“I’m not.”
He gives my ass a slow squeeze. “Then be a good girl.” He kisses me one last time before walking to the door.
“Connor?”
“Yeah?” he asks, turning back.
“What are we doing? Is this a little bit of nothing? Or a little bit of something?”
“It’s something.”
I smile, happier than I should be. He’s dangerous and likes to order me around, which I know is something we’re going to clash over eventually. But I do want to mean something to him.
“I’ll see you,” he says as he leaves.
* * *
Zoe
Rachel arri
ves with a bottle of gin and half a dozen limes.
“Do we need that many?” I ask, setting them on the counter.
She shrugs, getting glasses down from the cupboard. I wash a lime and cut it into wedges. She gets two glasses from the freezer and tonic from the fridge. In a ridiculously long pour, she half fills the two glasses with Grey Goose.
“Jayzus, Rach.”
She coats each rim with lime juice before dropping a wedge in the glass and splashing some tonic over it. I pull my glass back before she heads to the couch with it. I add more tonic water and another squeeze of lime, knowing that that little bit of dilution may not be enough.
She sits on the couch and swirls the contents of her own glass, then takes two long swigs.
“All right,” I say, joining her on the couch. “Spill.”
“Nothing,” she says. “You’re the one who was snatched up by C Crue. Tell me.”
I wince and shake my head. She’s heard. Word’s out. “What are people saying?”
“That you’re Connor McCann’s property.”
I flush and lean back. “That’s a bit much.”
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“What do you mean? He took me. Literally took me.”
“So you said. And now? It’s done. You answered his questions, and it’s done?” she asks softly.
I look into my glass, take a long swig, and then continue to have a stare-down with the lime wedge.
“I don’t know.”
“If you’re with him, I won’t be able to come here. I won’t be able to see you at all. You get that, right?”
Tears sting my eyes. “It’s not easy to say no to him.”
“Meaning what? He raped you?” Her voice is suddenly hard.
I look at her sharply, finding a deadly expression on her face. “No. Definitely not.”
She exhales, the tension in her shoulders relaxing by a degree. “Good. For a minute, I thought I was going to have to find a way to kill him and that’s apparently not very easy to do.”
I smile. “Rachel,” I say, shaking my head.
“So tell me the truth. I know you’ve had a thing for him forever.”
“What?” I ask.
“Always asked more questions about him than any of the others.”
“He’s gorgeous, and he’s the leader. Of course I noticed him back then,” I say.
“Gorgeous? He’s all right,” she says, like it pains her to admit it.
“He’s gorgeous,” I say emphatically. “And he has a way of looking at me—like he’s hanging on my every word. No one’s ever listened to me like that before.”
“I have.”
“I meant, no guy.” I lean forward suddenly and hug her. We’ve been friends forever. We have been each other’s sister through the toughest times imaginable. I will not lose her over this, or anything. “I love you. Rach. We’ll find a way to hang out, no matter what happens.”
“Okay,” she says, but I can tell she’s skeptical. Rachel hasn’t had much control over her life, so I don’t blame her for thinking she might lose me. She lost her own mom. She swigs the last of the G and T and sets the glass on the coffee table. “So you’re what—dating him? With his insane reputation with women?”
“I guess? It’s hard to tell. He doesn’t exactly do the usual things.”
“Meaning?” she asks, and this time her tone is just curious.
“Meaning he doesn’t say what he’s thinking with regard to this thing between us. I just know that I’ll see him again.”
“What’s he like in bed?” she asks, a little challenge in her voice.
I’ve been with four guys. Rachel’s been with none. Unless you count the blowjobs she’s been regularly giving her fiancé at his insistence and with no reciprocation.
“He’s good,” I say, my face flaming.
She smiles and then laughs softly. “He’s good? And how about his personality? Is it nice? And his house? Okay? His car? Fine?”
I laugh. “For fuck’s sake.”
“I think I’ll share that rating. Zoe says Connor McCann’s an all right lay. Passable. Nothing special.”
“Bitch,” I whisper and then we’re both laughing again.
She goes to the kitchen and makes herself another hefty drink. She’s five-foot-three and weighs about as much as a feather pillow. She’s going to be trashed if she drinks another G and T like the first.
“Rachel, go easy, babe,” I say gently.
She shakes her head. “I’m getting drunk, so I can stand it.”
I look at her, tears stinging my eyes again. “We’ll figure it out.”
“How?” she asks, tears in her own eyes as she sits cross-legged on the sofa facing me. “The way we figured out how I could avoid living with Frank once he decided that’s what I was going to do? The way we figured out how I could avoid getting engaged to a guy I don’t particularly like? The one that I’m currently engaged to.”
“So we’ll leave. I’ve said it before. Let’s leave. Screw all of this.”
She shakes her head. “You know I can’t.”
“I know you think you can’t. When does it stop being your job to protect your mom? When do you get to have a life?”
She takes a deep breath in and exhales. “Now. Through you. Tell me everything about those three good-looking assholes. God, I hate them for leaving.”
My gaze slides to her. I’ve always suspected she knows why they left Frank’s organization to start their own and I don’t think that was just because they were power hungry.
“They’re—I mean you know them better than I do. They were around a lot that first year you were living with Frank, right?”
“Yes, they were always around, but they didn’t talk to me.”
“So why do you miss them?”
“Fewer people got hurt. Fewer people died. They had a way of just making people fall in line.”
“Yes,” I say. “I can imagine they did.”
She looks at me over the top of my glass. “Spill the tea.”
“He likes to be in charge, and he excels at it.”
“Was it kinky?”
“A little. I don’t think I’ve experienced all there is.”
“But?”
“He can play rough.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“Not in a bad way.”
“Were the other two there?”
I shake my head. It’s one of the things we’ve heard about them in the past. That they’d sometimes rented a suite and shared five or six women between them.
“Did you see Trick and Anvil?”
“Yes, they were at Connor’s house last night. I talked to them briefly, but it was because they wanted information about that robbery I told you about. Have you heard anything about that?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
She shrugs. “Not a lot of details.”
“What if you just stayed here with me?” I blurt out, wanting both our lives to change now. “C Crue owns this block. If your dad tried to send someone to get you, C Crue would have to stop it because this is part of their territory.”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t consider the Palermo princess their problem,” she says, her voice slightly slurred.
“Why don’t I ask?”
“No,” she says sharply. “No,” she adds in a softer voice. “I’m okay. I’m—as long as C McCann takes care of you, that’s enough. But if he stops protecting you, you’re moving to New York. I’ll be there soon enough anyway. We’ll both be away from here.”
“You can go anywhere,” I say. “It doesn’t have be Frank’s house to another mob guy’s.”
“Sure,” she says in a faraway voice before she lies down. “Sure.”
I’ve never been more worried about her than I am right now.
* * *
Zoe
I wake to find myself under a blanket and alone on the couch. I get up, slightly wobbly on my feet from all the gin and tonics. I g
o to the bedroom, but Rachel’s not sleeping there. I grab my phone to text and find a message from her.
My driver came for me. Hope you’re not too hungover tomorrow. Have fun with that guy. I love you.
I frown, leaning against the wall. The text is from an hour earlier so she left around one a.m....
There’s a soft knock on the door. I glance at it and shake my head.
It’s not the way Connor would knock and, other than Rachel, he’s the only person I’d want to see right now.
Suddenly there’s shouting in the hall. My head jerks up. The sound of heavy footfalls, and then silence.
A few minutes later, there’s a sharp rap on the door and then someone’s fiddling with the lock.
I type in the numbers nine-one-one and then I hear, “Zoe, it’s Trick.”
I pause with my finger over the call button. The lock clicks open, my mouth dropping. The door opens, and Patrick strolls in. Behind him, I see Anvil’s hulking figure.
“Hey, good morning. Pack a bag, sweetheart,” he says, snagging the duffle from the floor and pushing it into my arms.
“What’s going on?”
“There was a guy in a hoodie at your door, playing with the lock.”
“Where were you? What are you doing here?”
Anvil, still outside, shines a light in both directions, and I can see he’s got a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other.
“What’s happening?” I say more sharply.
“Some clothes in a bag. Now,” he says, pulling me from the wall and giving me a small shove in the direction of my bedroom. I pause, looking back, and he gives my ass a swat.
“Hey, what the hell?” I demand.
“Get moving,” he says firmly. “Or you can come bagless.”
I glare at him, but stalk into the bedroom. I quickly fill the duffle and a second tote with things.
He’s in the doorway in another couple of minutes. “That’s good. Let’s go.”
I want to snap at him, but I’m too startled when he takes me by the arm and ushers me out, closing my door and locking it behind us.
In the truck, Trick’s mood is lighter, but Anvil is still deadly serious. Trick’s in the driver’s seat, in the front on his own. I’m in the back with Anvil, whose gun is resting on his thigh.
