Mob Mistress

by Renee Rose

  “Yes, he’s my date,” she said, surprised at the level of excitement fluttering in her chest.

  “Ooh,” her client murmured appreciatively. “Lucky you.”

  When the woman had paid and left, she started to pull off her apron.

  “Wait just a second, little girl. I am here to collect on one of those free haircuts,” Bobby rumbled.

  “Oh!” She re-tied the apron strings. “Okay, just give me a minute.” She tidied her station, sweeping the cut hair away before calling him over.

  He sat in her chair, gazing up at her with a predatory look. She spun him around to face her, moving in close to straddle one of his knees as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Just a trim?” she purred.

  He grabbed her ass and kneaded it, his grasp possessive. “Yeah. Whatever you think is best,” he said.

  She picked up his hand and tugged it. “Come on, I’ll shampoo you.”

  Leading him to the sinks, she offered him a chair and reclined it, warming the water to the perfect temperature before she used the gentle spray nozzle to wet his hair. Something about serving him this way made the entire experience erotic for her, the sense of power she derived similar to what she felt when giving him a blowjob.

  She massaged his scalp with shampoo, the pads of her fingers becoming a sensual tool to stimulate his pleasure, his sighs of appreciation fueling her desire to please. By the time she had lathered, rinsed and repeated, a steady pulse of desire thrummed through her.

  “Lexi,” he said, his voice gruff, “If you don’t sit on my cock soon, I’m going to bust.”

  “Bust, huh?” she said, making her voice seductive as she lifted the back of his chair to bring him upright and wrapped a towel around his head. She walked around the front of him and knelt down, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper.

  “Huh uh,” he said, when she freed his length and leaned forward to take it into her mouth. “I said ‘sit on my cock’.” He pulled out a condom and sheathed his straining length.

  “Right. You always have be in charge, don’t you?” She stood.

  He gave her a sharp slap on the back of her thigh. “Come here,” he said, lifting her skirt and pulling her forward to straddle him. “It’s not that you don’t give the very best head,” he said, as if he feared he offended her. He stroked the lips of her pussy through her panties, then slid them off and dipped two fingers into her juices.

  She gasped, jerking at the shock of pleasure rippling through her.

  “It’s just that I really need to be in you right now.” He cupped her ass and pulled her hips so her exposed pussy rubbed over the side of his cock.

  “Yes,” she panted, grasping his member and lifting her hips up to guide him in.

  He closed his eyes, holding her butt cheeks and pulling her against him with a slamming force, rocking his hips up each time to thrust.

  At this rate, she would not last long. “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “Lexi…” he grunted.

  The sound of her name uttered with such appreciation stoked her passion even more and she clawed at his back, her own animal aggression matching his.

  “Please?” she whimpered.

  “Go ahead, baby,” he urged and she bucked at the command, the words all she needed to reach the summit and topple over the edge into ecstasy. Shuddering all around him, she came, stilling to relish the sensation of having him so deep inside her. When the room stopped spinning and her breath had quieted, she opened her eyes to gaze at the expressive lines of his face.

  He wore his satisfied-cat look, heavy-lidded and sexy.

  “Did you…?”

  He shook his head. “Nah.” He shrugged. “But it was just enough to take the edge off. Now I can stand you cutting my hair.”

  She scrambled off him, the task made difficult by the post-climactic languor. He helped her to her feet and handed her the discarded panties, then followed her back to her chair, looking as relaxed as she felt while she draped him in a cutting cape.

  His hair was simple to cut, but she took her time, wanting to get it perfect.

  His phone rang just as she finished. He looked at the name and stood up from the chair before she had a chance to brush him off and remove the drape. “I need to take this,” he said, striding toward the back of the salon.

  She swept up the hair and threw a load of towels in the wash. Then she followed in the direction Bobby had gone to retrieve his cape and clean him off. He held up his finger with a frown when she found him.

  “I’m just going to grab this cape,” she whispered, darting forward to pull it off him.

  When he returned, he said, “Lexi, don’t eavesdrop.”

  “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just wanted to grab the cape from you.”

  “I was on the phone. I left the room. It means the call is private. This is one of those rules that protects you.”

  She stared at him, angry, but not enough to let him know. “I thought you weren’t a criminal,” she said quietly.

  “Yeah, well, some of the people I deal with are.”

  “Sorry,” she lied, turning and walking away to check the laundry, even though she knew it wouldn’t be done yet.

  She stood at the washing machine, not seeing anything. Bobby’s strong arms closed around her from behind. Not rough or demanding. Conciliatory.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be an asshole,” he said, running his hands up and down her arms, across her waist. He turned her to face him. “You didn’t know. I shouldn’t have barked.” He cupped her face. “Forgive me, little Lex?”

  Her nose burned unaccountably and she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

  “That’s my girl.” He brushed his lips across hers, then kissed them softly, coaxing a response from her. When he pulled away he stroked the back of his finger up her neck and under her chin. “You’re still a little pissed off,” he said, his eyes glittering with amusement. He turned her back around to face the washing machine. “Probably you just need to get fucked again,” he said in a low voice.

  * * * * *

  He pulled her skirt up and her panties down to her thighs and started spanking, loving the irony of apologizing by way of punishing. She offered no resistance and he banked on her being more than aroused by the time he finished warming her ass.

  “I’m looking out for your best interest, Lexi,” he said, increasing the intensity of his slaps. “You don’t ever want to be in the position of answering questions about me.”

  “You’re mean,” she sputtered through clenched teeth.

  He laughed. “No, this is just me loving on your perfect ass.” He stopped spanking and ran his hand over the pink blush he had created. Reaching around the front, he slid his fingers over her glossy slit. “I knew you’d be ready for me,” he purred.

  Pulling out another condom, he rolled it over his shaft, wishing for once he could skip it and get the full sensation of her hot pussy enveloping his bare cock. He pressed against her entrance, groaning as she welcomed him in, her plump folds parting with the sweetest sensation as they closed around the head of his member.

  He gripped both her elbows and pulled them back, pressing her chest down on the washing machine as he pumped into her.

  “Who do you belong to, little girl?”

  “Ahh…”

  He fucked her harder. “Who owns you?”

  “You do!” she gasped.

  This time he finished, slamming his pelvis against hers until he came with a roar. “Come, Lexi!” he commanded, and she bucked, her body obedient to his will, her muscles tightening around his cock in a pulsing crescendo.

  Even after he pulled out, removed the condom and zipped up his pants, he held her immobilized against the washing machine.

  Tracing a finger down her butt crack, he touched her little pucker. “Has anyone ever taken you here before?”

  “No,” she panted.

  “No? With an ass this sweet? Because they didn’t try or because you told them no?”

 
“I told them no.”

  “You don’t tell me no, though, do you?” he said, pressing his finger more insistently. She tightened against the intrusion, and he drew his hand back and slapped the back of her leg. “Spread your legs.”

  She whimpered softly and opened her legs.

  He brought his palm up, square on her pussy.

  She shrieked.

  He repeated the action, spanking her pussy again and again, delighted that despite her cries of protest, she held perfectly still for it. He dipped his thumb into her juices to lubricate it, then pushed it against her anus, gaining entry as he slid two fingers into her pussy at the same time. He finger fucked her, first pressing his thumb, then the two fingers, alternating holes as her mewls of protest and need grew louder.

  “From now on, if I have to punish you, I’ll be using you here. It will help you remember who is in charge,” he said, thrusting harder.

  She screamed as she bucked in a third orgasm, giving a sob of relief as it shook her. He eased his fingers out and pulled up her panties, flipping her skirt down. Turning her to face him, he kissed her.

  “Good girl.”

  Her eyes were dilated and she looked drunk, her knees wobbly beneath her.

  He put his arm around her waist and guided her toward the door. “What else do you need to do to close up?”

  She looked around blankly. “Uh... just lock up, I guess.”

  He washed his hands in the sink and stopped by her station. “Where’s your purse?”

  She gave her head a shake, as if to recover her senses. “Oh! Got it.” She opened a drawer and retrieved the purse, taking out her keys. She set the alarm and they exited. When she selected the correct key, he took it from her hands and locked the door.

  “I’ll drive you home, but I can’t stay. That call was bad news.”

  She searched his face, her sharp intelligence returning, but she knew better than to ask.

  Remembering when she had received bad news, he asked, “How is your sister?”

  “Better. She’s out of the hospital and sounds like she’s doing fine. I don’t know — sometimes it’s hard to tell, because I had thought she was fine before, you know?”

  “Right. It’s probably especially hard to tell from a distance. Are you sure you don’t want to fly back to visit?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. But thanks, that’s a generous offer.”

  When they reached the apartment, he walked her to the door, pulling her into his arms and kissing her when they reached it. He could sense her disappointment at ending the date early, but doubted she would complain. He stuffed some cash in her purse without her noticing — this was not the moment to make her feel cheap and used.

  “Goodnight, baby. Be good.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and offered her lips, but the line between her brows as she turned away told him all was not well.

  He sighed as he pulled out his cell phone and called his accountant. The Feds had just subpoenaed all his financial records.

  The mayor had called him five times.

  And he could sense Lexi pulling back, which meant running off on her tonight was a mistake.

  Chapter Seven

  She walked out of the therapist’s office with a bounce in her step. Bobby had been right — the EMDR had completely liberated her from the trauma of her car accident. She’d sat in the therapist’s office and described the accident, moment by moment, all the while moving her eyes slowly from side to side. The therapist had her imagine the disturbing images of the event and conjure the feelings. When she stayed with the eye movements, all the terror lost its power over her.

  Although she had made a follow up appointment, she left completely transformed, doubting she needed any further help.

  As if to confirm her positivity, when she checked her voicemail afterward, she had received a call from human resources at Stellar saying they wanted to schedule an interview.

  “Yes!” she whispered out loud as she walked to the El stop.

  She dialed the number and by a third miracle, scheduled the interview for Tuesday afternoon, a few hours after the massage Bobby’s secretary had set up for her. She would be relaxed and ready to impress!

  She called Gina. “Guess what?”

  “Chicken butt?”

  “I got an interview for the job!”

  “Awesome! That’s fantastic, you deserve it, girl!”

  “I’m so excited. And it just so happens that Bobby set up a massage for me that day, so I’ll be cool, calm and collected.”

  “A massage, huh?” Gina repeated, sounding impressed.

  “I know. He takes good care of me. Did I tell you he paid off my rent at the salon, too?”

  “No! That’s fabulous. He’s a keeper.”

  “Well, not really.”

  “Why, what do you mean?”

  “Nothing. Just that he’s not available. Unless I want to be a goomah for the rest of my life.”

  “Oh. Gotcha. I’m sorry. That kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, don’t worry about it for now. Just enjoy being treated like a princess. You could use a little pampering after all you’ve been through over the last year.”

  “Yeah, thanks. That’s kind of what I’d arrived at, too. It’s good for now. Just not a permanent thing. Okay, I gotta go. I should call Bobby, too.”

  “All right, take care, honey.”

  “You too, bye!”

  She hung up and dialed Bobby’s number, her pulse picking up a bit of speed, the way it always did when she interacted with him.

  “Hey, babe,” he answered.

  Her heart fluttered.

  “Thank you so much for setting up the therapy appointment for me. I feel completely transformed. What a difference!”

  “Hey, that’s great! Glad to hear it.”

  “And I just found out I got the job interview — you know for that trainer position?”

  “Of course I remember — the reason you took portfolio pictures. Congratulations. When is it?”

  “Tuesday afternoon.”

  “Fantastic. I’ll take you shopping for clothes, unless you already know what you want to wear.”

  Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe him. “No — uh — I’d love to go shopping with you. Thanks!”

  “Listen, baby, I wish I could take you out tonight to celebrate, but I’m up to my ears in shit right now. I will try to get over later, if I can.”

  “Sure... no problem,” she said, irrationally disappointed. She’d held no expectation for him to take her out to celebrate, but to have him express the desire made her want it.

  “Okay, I’ll text you if I can make it. Bye, doll.”

  She ignored the neediness brewing underneath her thoughts about Bobby as she took the train to work and cut hair that afternoon. It was still a great day, regardless of the availability of her... what was he to her? Boyfriend? Owner? That made her chuckle. She preferred owner to boyfriend, somehow.

  When a bouquet of lavender roses arrived with a note of congratulations from Bobby, she wiped all resentments from her mind. She didn’t need to be a glass half empty kind of girl. Or look a gift horse in the mouth. Or whatever other metaphor fit the situation.

  Still, she found herself checking her phone that night, waiting for the text that never came.

  At 11:00, she finally gave up and changed into her pajamas, turned out the lights and went to bed.

  She woke to the sound of Bobby’s voice. “Hey, baby,” he said, climbing over the covers, reaching for her. His hands closed around her breasts, stroked down her body.

  “Hey,” she said groggily as her body warmed under his lustful stroking.

  He slid one hand down the front of her pajama pants to cup her mons. “You’re getting a whipping tonight,” he murmured in her ear.

  She froze. “What did I do?”

  “Nothing,” he said, his fingers gliding over her wet pussy. “I just want to take my belt to yo
ur ass.” He rolled her to her belly, pinning her down with his body. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me, or do I have to wait until you’re naughty?”

  His words made her squirm. Or maybe it was his hands. Her body ignited under his possessive handling.

  “You’re the boss,” she whispered, experiencing a certain power in being asked, excitement at giving him something he wanted, combined with the thrill of fear at knowing beyond any shadow of a doubt he enjoyed delivering pain.

  He grasped her hair and tugged her head back. “That’s right, I am the boss of you, aren’t I, little girl?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

  He nipped her ear with his teeth. “I love it when you call me sir.”

  His approval excited her further, the same way the words “good girl” warmed her.

  He climbed off her and pulled the covers back. “Put a pillow under your hips,” he demanded.

  Her heart rate increased, palms turning sweaty as she obeyed, sliding the pillow under her hips.

  In the darkness, she sensed Bobby get off the bed and walk around to her side.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You.”

  “Are you mine to do anything I want to?”

  She turned her head to face the direction of his voice, blinking into the darkness. “Yes.”

  “To fuck any way I want to?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m yours.”

  He moved near her head and she heard the sound of a zipper. “Open your mouth.”

  She reached for his cock, but he caught her wrist.

  “No hands,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

  She found the head of his cock with her lips and he pushed in, aggressively.

  “I can fuck your mouth, can’t I, little girl? Because I can do whatever I want with you.”

  She made a muffled sound of assent.

  He gripped the back of her head and plunged slowly in and out of her mouth, controlling her completely.

  “And your ass? I can fuck your ass when I want, too, right, little girl?”

  She gave another muffled assent, even though the idea frightened her.

  He withdrew from her mouth and she heard the jingle of his belt buckle and the whoosh of his belt pulling free from the loops.