by Naomi West
I moaned as my girls became sensitive and hyper-responsive to his touch. This guy was playing my body like a goddamn violin, and I had no idea how he was managing it. I should have been scared out of my mind. I didn’t know this guy, and yet we were about to fuck under the pretense that I was his obedient little sex slave. And I was enjoying myself.
There was something seriously wrong with me.
He tweaked my nipple so hard that it forced me onto my tippy toes. “Do you like that?” He growled. “Dirty slut.”
My arousal curbed at his words. While I liked his ministrations, I definitely did not like his insults. I had to hold my tongue to keep from lashing out at him. Lorenzo’s threat about burying me was still fresh in my mind.
He pushed me onto the bed, and a second later, he had my hands pinned above my head. I didn’t like that either because it made me feel incredibly vulnerable. It was then that it dawned on me that this guy could do anything—and I mean anything—he wanted with me, and I’d have to endure it. If he wanted to fuck me in the ass right now, then I would have no choice but to take it.
These thoughts rattled me, and while I knew that I had to play it cool, I started to struggle against his hold. He calmed me with his tongue as it swirled all around my nipple. Mmm. I eased onto the bed and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure that pulsated through my body. This was definitely a guy that knew the importance of foreplay. He was winding me up tighter and tighter, and I was ready to go.
Then came his fingers. They crept underneath my denim skirt and danced along the silken skin of my thighs. They lingered there for a moment, teasing me with what was about to come next.
He attempted to spread my legs, but the skirt was a bit too tight for that, so he tore it off my body just as he had the sweater. I was now completely naked.
He stopped for a moment and seemed to appraise me. I couldn’t tell whether he liked what he saw or not. He had this stone-like expression, almost like he didn’t want to be there.
Is fucking me really that torturous? Maybe I’m not his type, and he’s only doing this because it’s our best course of action? The thought didn’t exactly make me feel good.
But I didn’t have much time to dwell on it before his fingers penetrated my hole. There was nothing gentle about the way he handled me from that point forward. His fingers were like pistons that pumped in and out of my pussy at a breakneck pace. My juices flowed like a river, pooling on the bed sheets.
My body took control as I lifted my hips into the air as if begging for more. I could no longer differentiate between my moments of acting and those of true bliss. Was I actually enjoying myself, or was I just doing one hell of a job trying to fool the boss? He added another finger to the mix, stretching my hole as if preparing it for something bigger—much bigger.
What’s his cock like? I wondered as it pitched a tent against the fabric of his pants. It was a pretty big tent, so I had no doubt that he was packing down there. Hopefully, it won’t be too bad.
The sound of my juices sloshing against his fingers echoed through the entire room. I couldn’t believe how wet he was making me. And just as I started towards an orgasm, he stopped and pulled away.
“Undress me,” he ordered.
I blinked.
“Now,” he snapped.
Right. Got to play the part of an obedient sex slave, I told myself as I did what he asked.
I started with his suit jacket. Then, I struggled with his shirt as my fingers were shaking the entire time. He, however, showed the utmost patience and didn’t yell at me as I assumed some of the other men would have.
Once his shirt opened up, I saw just how muscular he really was. His midsection was outlined with a full set of abs. Each one was well defined, and as I ran my fingers along that section of his body, I found it hard as a rock. But what interested me more than his killer body were the scars. They were everywhere like he had been to more knife fights than I had been on time to work.
I questioned him with my eyes, but he gave me no indication of how he had gotten them. I thought about asking him but convinced myself that it wasn’t appropriate, nor was it smart of me to waste any more time. The sooner we got this over with, the sooner I would be able to get out of this place.
So, I moved on to his shoes, and then, finally, his pants. They were easy enough to remove, leaving nothing else save for his boxer briefs. I could tell that his cock was desperate for freedom.
Damn. This guy really wants to fuck you, huh? Again, my doubts surfaced. What if he’s just making a fool out of you because wouldn’t it be funny to trick a helpless girl and make her think you’d actually help her?
I gulped back the fears and tried to steady myself. I needed to go through with this. It was my only shot, and while it was a gamble, it was one I needed to take. All or nothing.
With this thought in mind, I eased his boxers off of his hips. Immediately, his cock came flying to attention, ready to greet me with its hardness. Since I was leaning forward, trying to look sexy and all that, it nearly slapped me in the face.
“Suck it,” came his next command.
I had been afraid that he was going to say that. It wasn’t that I was bad at giving head—it just made me feel so dirty like I was some two-bit hooker or something.
“You’re trying my patience, girl,” he said by means of motivating me into action.
I glanced around the room, trying to figure out where the hidden cameras were tucked away. I didn’t like the fact that I was probably being watched like some sort of porn star.
How many guys are wanking off to this right now? On second thought, I really didn’t want to know.
In the end, I swallowed back my pride and lowered my head towards his cock. His tip was engorged and a slight shade of purple. A single drop of precum hung from the edge. I lapped it up with the tip of my tongue because it just seemed like the right thing to do. From there, my tongue sort of assumed a mind of its own as it swirled and danced all along the underside of his shaft.
My supposed savior did not moan, but I could tell by the way his toes curled that I was giving him a good time. I don’t know why, but that actually pleased me, and I sought to do better.
I wrapped my lips around him for the first time. As I sucked ever so slightly, my tongue circled around his tip, over and over again.
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair and tangled his fingers into a merciless grip. The next thing I knew, he was throat fucking me. His cock was so big that it really didn’t take all that much for me to start to gag.
I tried to push against his thighs and signal that I needed some air, but he did not seem to care. He pushed me to my very limit, to the point where I thought that I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Only then did he ease off. His cock slipped out of my mouth, followed by a thin line of my drool.
“On your hands and knees.”
I hadn’t even managed to catch my breath, and he was already ordering me around. I had to hand it to this guy; he was really gunning to make this convincing—maybe a bit too convincing.
I don’t know how, but I did as he asked. I even gave my hips a bit of a wiggle. Was it acting or my body begging for his cock? I wasn’t sure.
Slap!
Just like with my tits, his blows weren’t all that hard. They were more of a means of warming up the flesh. After a couple of blows, he leaned down and decorated my ass with a pattern of kisses.
I shivered as a lust-fueled fire started up in the pit of my stomach. Mafia man or not, the guy sure knew his way around the bedroom. Hell, he was even making this good for me, and that was something most men could never accomplish. Maybe my heart wasn’t in it, but my body definitely was.
His fingers returned to my pussy. He teased my clit by rolling it between his thumb and middle finger. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Fuck. This guy knew exactly what to do and what to touch to drive me wild. Again, he was driving me towards orgasm. I actually found myself rocking against his fingers, trying
to fuck myself with them.
And just as before, he pulled away just as things were starting to get good. I whimpered and attempted to look back at him. I was on the very edge of begging him for it. But I didn’t have to do that because, all of a sudden, he had penetrated deep into my pussy. I gasped and clawed at the sheets.
Fuck. He’s even bigger than you thought he would be. He stretched my every inch and seemed to bury himself up to my very womb.
“Fuck…” I moaned as I arched my back and rounded my ass a bit.
He pulled my hair and forced my back into an even deeper arch. Doing so, he slammed into my sweet spot each and every time. He quickened his pace until his balls started swinging between his legs and into my pussy, adding to the pleasure.
The whole bed began to rock and bang against the wall. We were making a ruckus, especially when I started to scream. This? This was no act. I was genuinely enjoying myself. Plus, the guy had the body of a Greek god, and he knew how to fuck like one too.
He growled and pulled my hair again. There was an animalistic nature to him now like he had lost all control, and honestly, I didn’t mind. Perhaps he was rough, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it that way from time to time.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm washed over me like a goddamn tsunami. My body stiffened, and my toes curled as my pussy quivered around his cock, trying to milk him for every last drop. I didn’t even stop to consider that he wasn’t using any protection and that I wasn’t on the pill. What would happen if he climaxed inside of me? I was about to tell him to pull out, but he seemed to read my mind.
He held his cock with one hand as he turned me over with the other. With a few strokes of his wrists, he exploded all over my chest. There was a lot of it—string after string of cum creating a bloody mess—but I was just glad that he hadn’t filled my pussy with his seed. That was the last thing I needed—to be pregnant while serving as a sex slave.
I sat up just as soon as he got up and retrieved his scattered clothes from around the room. I thought about gathering mine, but they weren’t exactly functional anymore. So, I settled for wrapping the sheets around my body as if that would protect my modesty. The guy had already fucked me—I didn’t know why I felt shy all of a sudden.
As he buttoned up his shirt, he came and stood by the side of the bed, towering over me. That surge of fear showed itself. I knew nothing about this guy, and yet, I was putting my life in his hands.
He bent down, raked his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. It was a forceful, almost possessive sort of kiss that sucked all the air from my lungs. His lips threatened to fuse with mine. Already, my body was reacting positively. Like it was ready for round two.
How on earth are you this horny?
“What’s going to happen next?” I whispered as he continued to hold me close, no doubt to mask this secret conversation from watchful eyes.
“I’ll be back soon,” he murmured into my hair.
And with that, he grabbed his jacket and left.
What?
I was about to chase after him, but the door slammed shut behind him. I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Again.
Dammit! I knew that guy was too good to be true. You’re a fucking idiot, Cora. What did you think was going to happen?
Sometimes, I wished I could just turn off my inner voice because it really didn’t help me out at all—it just made things worse.
Did you think he would carry you out of this dungeon and claim you as his princess?
Shut up!
I pounded my fists against the mattress as betrayal painted my heart a dark shade of black.
23
I returned to headquarters to discuss things with Yuri. Just like the night before, he was sitting at the bar, but this time around, he had a newspaper in his hands. He flipped through it like he was searching for something in particular. I knew better than to interrupt the man, so I waited until he bothered to acknowledge me. It could take a few minutes or an hour, depending on his mood.
He stopped on the finance page where all the important stocks were listed. His finger went down the page until he stopped at IBM.
“Someone gave me stocks when I was a kid. I thought it was stupid at the time, but Wall Street is just a casino by another name, and you know how I like to gamble.”
I nodded. “Things are going well for you then?”
“Up a couple of points but nothing to write home about. I don’t expect to make my fortune playing the stock market, but it does make me a fair bit of chump change. Speaking of which, how did it go?”
I sat down and told him about Lorenzo’s offer for the guns.
“He’s lowballing us. And he knows it,” Yuri said.
“Of course he knows it. This isn’t the first time he has purchased scrubbed guns. He knows their worth.”
Yuri folded up his newspaper and set it aside. “I’d turn down his offer. Frankly, it’s an insulting price, and everyone knows it.”
“Oh, and there’s one more thing. I have found out where the bought girls are going.”
“Oh? Do tell.” He raised an eyebrow with interest.
The bartender came over with a plate of crab legs and placed it before the capo. He immediately snapped them with his bare hands and sucked out the meat hiding inside the shell. It was a brutal gesture, reminding me why Yuri was in charge of this operation. He was as hard as nails, and no one had even come close to taking him down. To go against Yuri was to have a death wish on your hands.
“He’s treating them as sex slaves that he offers to his clients in private rooms. I’m guessing that they’re used to ‘sweeten the deal’, so to speak, as he offered me one.”
“You think he offered you a girl so that it might make you more apt to accept his offer.”
“Why else?”
“Because the man is a sadist,” he said, plain and simple. “You and I both know that he has to have cameras rigged up to that ‘private room’ of his. No doubt he jerks one out watching his clients.”
“Sick bastard.”
Yuri shook his head. “All I know is that I’ll be glad when we’re out of this game.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll find myself a nice girl, and we’ll retire onto some tropical island, and no one will ever hear of me again. Just me, my girl, and the dolphins.”
“Dolphins?”
“Yeah, jumping the waves, you know like they do in movies.”
“I don’t think that happens all that often.”
“We’ll see.”
In the silence that followed, I thought about Cora. I felt bad about leaving her behind, but what else was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like I could walk out of there with her in my arms. As far as Lorenzo was concerned, she was his property, and I didn’t think he would let her go without charging a pretty penny.
And maybe he was justified in doing so because the girl was drop dead gorgeous. She had curves for days and tits that could make a guy’s jaw drop to the ground. Best of all, she had the face of an angel. It made me wonder what she looked like when she smiled. I had to imagine that it was breathtaking.
Then there were those chocolate eyes. They were the reason why I was even contemplating saving her. They had a touched a part of my head I hadn’t even known existed, and for that reason, I couldn’t let her go. I had to get her out of that hellhole, and I had to do it fast because I had no idea what Lorenzo was planning to do with her. Well, I had a hunch. I saw the way he looked at her. His intentions were clear. I tightened my hands into fists because just the thought of him having his way with her made me want to punch a wall.
“Is everything alright?” Yuri was as perceptive as always. “You seem a little tense.”
I considered telling him about the girl, but for some reason, I decided against it, which was unusual for me. We had both been raised by my father, which made us brothers in a way. And from an early age, we had agreed never to keep secrets from one another. And yet, I was d
ead set on handling this on my own.
“I’m fine,” I answered at last.
He responded with a quizzical look that told me that he was not convinced by my answer.
“I just need some air is all. Talking to Lorenzo is a real spirit drainer.”
He nodded. “That I can understand. We might be assholes, but that guy’s a cocksucker.”
I chuckled. “So long as he’s not sucking mine.”
I excused myself from the bar and headed to the top floor, where I had my living quarters. It was the hotel’s honeymoon suite—the second biggest room in the entire place. Yuri, of course, had the penthouse all to himself. I didn’t mind. As the head of the family, he deserved the best, and if I wanted that room, I’d have to prove myself a better leader than my adoptive brother, which wasn’t going to happen—because I wasn’t that ambitious when it came to climbing the mafia ranks. I was fine just where I was, and I would be even better once we retired from the business, and I could have myself a nice, normal life.
The French doors that led to my balcony looked like they had been freshly washed. I could still smell the Windex in the air. The cleaning crew was like ghosts. You never saw them doing their jobs, but somehow, everything always got done. I popped them open.
The nighttime breeze moved with a laziness barely enough to rustle the leaves of a nearby tree. Still, it was a welcome means of cooling off. I still had “chocolate eyes” imprinted on my mind, and the thought of her body got me aroused. My pants became uncomfortably tight, and I regretted my decision to sit down.
Oh, what I would have given to have her in my arms right then and there.
I sighed and retrieved a cigar from my coat pocket. I lit it up and took a drag as I thought about how chocolate eyes had wound up in such a precarious situation. Had she simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time or was there more to it than that?
What’s your story, chocolate eyes? And will I ever get to know it?
24
I returned to Lorenzo’s bargaining table the following night.
