by Coco Miller
Anyhow, the drunk fucker falls to the floor with my hand pulling him away from the stage and I go to town on his already fucked up face. His mother must have mated with a fucking donkey. This guy is rough. I pound my fist into his meaty skull and give zero mercy. My name doesn’t allow mercy. Not even for this.
Bloodied and bruised I finally back off the guy and allow my men to finally do their job. They haul him away as I pull a handkerchief from my suit pocket to wipe away the cocksucker’s blood from my knuckles. Jasmine is wide-eyed as I she kneels by her spilled tray of mixed cocktails on the floor.
The music has stopped and I quickly give a glance to the DJ to start that shit up and get things moving again. He responds right away and soon the club is filled with the horrible sounds of Taylor Swift as fake titties swing around a silver pole, taking away the light from Jasmine and myself.
“Thank you,” she says to me.
Her voice is like soft music. I focus on her lips. I picture them wrapped around my cock. She has smeared red gloss on her face from working all night. I step closer to her.
“Come here.”
She isn’t quite sure but she inches her way in my direction like a good little kitten. I reach out and she watches my hand as I use my thumb to wipe around her mouth and clear her face of the messy lipstick.
“You look like you’ve been sucking dick,” I say. “You aren’t doing tricks in my club, are you?”
“Wait…you’re?”
“Carmine fuckin Volta. Yes. You work for me.”
“No.”
“Um,” I laugh because I can’t believe this girl has the nerve to stand up to me. “Fuckin yes, you do.”
“I mean, no, I have not been sucking dick,” she says almost demurely. I can see the rise of fever in her cheeks. “I don’t do tricks, Sir.”
“Mmmm.” I eye her, trying not to fuck her with my gaze. It’s hard not to, she’s so fucking sexy. Beautiful. “Are you okay, then?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Why don’t we move you somewhere less . . . crowded.”
I offer her my hand and help her up from the floor. She feels like velvet in my clutch. Jasmine walks close to my side, me wrapping a protective-don’t-fuck-with-my-shit arm around her shoulders as we slice through the rows of tables and clients as they drink and enjoy the show.
Lady Bah Bah is a popular act. She dresses up like Little Bo Peep and rides a rubber cock in the middle of the dance floor to a pop song. The dildo must be at least two feet long and she takes the whole damn thing inside her cunt. Ah, such talent. I wonder if my precious little Jasmine has any hidden talents like that.
My arm tightens around her tiny frame as we find our way to my office. My assistant Tia rounds the corner and stops dead in her high heeled tracks as soon as she sees what’s happening in my office. Her mouth drops to a perfect O shape and I have to give her the ‘don't fuck with me’ stare in order to keep everything in line.
“I didn’t think you were coming back tonight, Mr. Volta,” she says cooly. “I was just going to drop off the numbers.”
Bringing Jasmine back to my office like this tonight was not part of my very calculated plan. But an opportunity presented itself to be a superhero that I couldn’t pass up. It doesn’t ruin anything I have planned. Just changes the execution of some things. Tia’s just going to have to get on board quickly. That’s why I pay her what I do.
“Plans have changed,” I say, tightening my hold around my little prize. “I’m going to see to it that this girl finds her way home safely. Seems a client got out of hand and I don’t feel right just letting her off without someone watching over her. It’s my club, so I’ll personally escort her to a much better place tonight.”
“Shall I call the car, Sir?” Tia asks, her eyes unsure.
“Yes, that would be greatly appreciated, Tia. Tell them to come around back and have the door open and waiting. I expect something to drink as well. Sweet, fruity.”
“Yes, Sir. I will get that in order right away, Mr. Volta.”
“Thank you, Tia. You’ve always been such a good girl.”
Her eyes flash knowingly at hearing my words. She loves to role-play the older man, good sex shit. Loves to be spanked. Loves to choke on her “stepfather’s” dick. I get hard just recalling the memory and shift uncomfortably as my arm remains around Jasmine.
She slides in closer and turns her face up to me as she softly asks with those fuck-me eyes and pouty little red mouth of hers, “Are you really taking me home, Mr. Volta?”
“Yes, I am. No one is going to touch you again tonight.” No one except for me. “You’ll need to change of course. At the very least put on my jacket.”
I pull away from her, slipping my arms out of my suit and then holding it up for her. Jasmine turns and slips her skinny arms into the holes and then fuckin hums as she turns around.
“Smells good.”
“Excuse me?” I ask. “What smells good?”
“Your coat,” she says, taking another sniff at the sleeve. “Your jacket smells really good and it’s really warm. Thank you.”
I stare at her, so small and dainty up against my large frame. Then she moves closer, putting her fingers on my grey tie, molesting it with her touch as she slides the silk through her fingers and stares up at me with those bedroom eyes of hers, batting her long dark lashes like it could work some kind of fuckin magic spell over my ass. And maybe they do because when she looks up at me all innocently like this I want to lean and fuckin kiss the shit out of her mouth. It takes every ounce of discipline I have learned in my life, doing all kinds of illegal dirty deeds as New York’s most wanted gangster, to not toss her pretty ass across my desk and fuck her right here and now.
“Need something, Jasmine?” I ask, allowing my hands to fall on her wide hips.
She trembles and I die a little inside.
Stay focused, motherfucker.
Stay fuckin focused.
“I’ve never had a man be good to me before,” she admits to me. “I’m not used to kindness. What you did tonight was nice.”
And then she tips up on her toes and kisses my cheek. I try to duck out of it, but the damage is done. It’s too fuckin late. My heart already starts to beat to a new and unfamiliar rhythm. The worst part of any plan going south is becoming the one getting fucked instead of the one doing the fucking. Right now I feel pretty damn fucked.
I feel like I could be taken over by a tiny flame of a girl dressed in hot pink heels and not much else . . . other than my damn coat. My dick begs for relief. I want full relief of this pain, this need, but shit I’d settle for a taste too. A little sample if you will. She must feel how hard I am inside my pants because she grinds into my cock a bit with her belly and then smiles shyly.
“I could help you with that,” she whispers. “I could help you a lot, Mr. Volta.”
Oh, this is going to be easier than I thought. Jasmine is already halfway there. Ripe and ready. Just waiting to be picked.
I grip tightly to her hips and she gasps, her sweet breath fanning my face, seducing me further. “Kitten, I’d love nothing more than to bend you over that desk right now. Open your mouth for me.”
She slowly complies, allowing me to shove my thumb between her plump red lips and finger fuck the shit out of her mouth, testing her out. Making myself harder as I watch her swirl her tongue on the pad of my thumb and push deep into her throat without her gagging.
She leans in hungrily for more. I give in and grasp her skull tightly in my hands, tipping that pretty face of hers up to me so I can use my tongue as a weapon against hers, delving deep into her mouth with my tongue as if it were a dagger. We stumble as the kiss intensifies. I could come right where I stand. I reach under the coat and her tiny skirt and discover much to my delight a bald pussy.
I growl in her ear, “I’m gonna make you come on my hand, and then I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you come on my cock and my mouth. Would you like that?”
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sp; Before she can respond to my rhetorical question, Jasmine cries out in incoherent pleasure, as I shove two of my thick fingers deep into her, barely able to fit because she’s so new and tight. Completely untouched until now. How do I know? Because her weird ass father always brags about how his good little angel works at the club and how he’ll break the fingers of any dude who tries to touch her.
Puh-lease.
How the fuck did this girl ever get to work in a place like this, taking drink orders for pigheaded men who ogle her all night. What father allows his little girl to do this for a living? Chuckie is a fuckin piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to call this girl his flesh and blood.
I roll her clit with my thumb and shove her against the wall. Tia should be back any minute now to tell me the car is ready so I need to make this quick. I pummel Jasmine with my middle finger, not letting up until she loses her breath inside my mouth as I smother her with my kiss. She clenches all around me as I find just the right spot deep in her cunt.
“Mmmm–” she moans softly, swirling her wide hips to get me even deeper. Damn, she’s going to be a quick learner.
“Shiiit! Baby, you’re so fuckin tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Jasmine is focused. She’s evidntly a quick learner and a hard worker. Especially when chasing her own pleasure. She bounces on my hand to reach the height of her orgasm. Her back bows and her body tightens from the pleasure. I fuckin love the show of it...how she’s so unafraid to get off on my finger. Fuck yes. Her tits brush up against my chest and I’m so hard I could explode.
“I can’t believe I did that.” She cups her mouth. “I never do things like this.”
“Well, you do now.”
I pull away from her to catch my own damn breath. She adjusts her clothes and rolls her shoulders. “Um, thank you again, Mr. Volta, but maybe I should just head home on my own tonight, sir.”
I laugh. “Didn’t you hear me, kitten? I have plans for us tonight—namely that sweet tight pussy of yours.”
“But I’m a–” She starts then stops herself.
It’s obvious that she wants to tell me that she’s a virgin as if I had no clue. As if I couldn’t tell when I shoved my fingers inside the super tight pussy. As if her being a virgin would turn me off or push me away. Hell, naw. Maybe if I had scruples. Maybe if I gave a shit about this girl, but I don’t. All I give a shit about is my plan to fuck her senseless.
“You’re a beautiful woman that I want to make feel good tonight. You work so hard at the club, don’t you think you deserve a little fun?”
Working my head game on her right now.
“Umm, I guess I do work a lot.”
“Just out of curiosity, Jasmine, do you take home your entire paycheck or do you give some to your family? I see you worked overtime three times last week.”
“Well, since it’s my Grandpa’s place I just help out when I can. Sometimes he needs a little extra help.”
Bullshit.
“Extra help means extra pay. Even when working for family.”
Her head bows down. “Yeah, I wouldn’t ask him for more money.”
“And your father agrees to this arrangement? You working for free?”
“We all pitch in where we’re needed.”
“Your family is very...interesting.”
“Yes, Mr. Volta, I suppose you could say that.”
Thankfully before I say something foul about either of her relatives which would completely derail my plan, my assistant Tia knocks and interrupts us. From outside the door, she calls, “Mr. Volta, your car is ready and waiting, sir. Ready whenever you are.”
“Thank you, Tia. We’re coming.” I snicker a bit and that seems to smooth out the tension in Jasmine’s shoulders which does weird shit to my chest.
Focus, motherfucker. Focus. Stick to the mission. Destroy the Morris family at any and all costs, even if it means destroying their precious little angel too.
A life for a life.
Chapter Three
Carmine
The ride home is pretty damn quiet, much to my liking. I’m not much of a talker naturally, but being next to Jasmine, the daughter of the fuckin’ enemy, makes me a fuckin’ mute by default. I don’t like talking to anyone about my business, and I damn sure am not talking to my so-called enemy’s flesh and blood.
We ride in luxury, sipping champagne to take the edge off as we ride. Well, she does. I’m two glasses deep in the best whiskey money can buy.
“Do you live alone?” she asks.
I’m thinking the silence between us is unnerving for her or perhaps she is second guessing sleeping with me so I respond to keep her nerves calm.
“With the exception of the ground’s security, yes.”
“No girlfriend?”
I smirk. “I collect fine art, not women.”
“Some might say they’re the same thing.”
I eye her, sitting all warm and inviting next to me. She’s smarter than I first thought she was.
“I guess some could be considered that. I haven’t had the luxury of finding such gems.”
“Yet,” she adds confidently. “You will someday.”
“How can you be so sure?” I ask, not really giving a shit but wanting to indulge in useless conversation to cover up the fact that I didn’t want to talk about anything of great importance or answer any other questions about why I wanted to take her home with me.
The less she knows the better. I am not in the mood to dodge questions and honestly I am a little buzzed and unsure if I can keep secrets to myself. I push the hem of my coat she is wearing up a little, exposing her thick thighs and pretty skin for my fingers and effectively changing the fuckin conversation to something of much greater interest to me.
“Look at us,” I say, commenting on her dark skin to my pale fingers. “Two different worlds in so many ways.”
“My father would kill me if he knew I was with you.”
My heart about flips and rolls over in my damn chest at the mention of Chuckie, like a fuckin rocket about ready to blast off. Damn. Did she know about history? Has she figured out that I’m up to no good? Fuck.
I play it cool ‘cause that’s the kind of man I am. “Why would he give a fuck?”
She laughs nervously. “Well, for one, you’re right. We’re from very different worlds. You’re rich, I’m not. Don’t get me wrong, I’m daddy’s little princess and everything, but in many different ways than you probably know about, Mr. Made Man.”
Feisty little fierce bitch. “How’s that?” I ask cocking a thick brow at her.
“You’d have to walk in my shoes to understand. And my shoes are a lot taller than yours, Mr. Volta.”
“Afraid I don’t have the legs to pull those elevator heels off, Jasmine?”
“Did you know who I was when you helped me tonight, Mr. Volta?”
I stare deep into her gorgeous caramel orbs. “I know everything about everyone.”
“Should I be scared?” she asks, laughing lightly.
“Terrified,” I smirk to lighten my words, but the truth is just that—she should be hella fuckin scared of what I’m about to do to her. “You have no idea what a man like me is capable of, sweet kitten.”
“Why don’t you tell me then?” She challenges.
That’s good. Just because she’s a virgin doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any spunk. This will be a good fight. I don’t want her to be too easy. It will make the victory even sweeter. I told you, glory is all in the ripples of getting even, or better.
“Oh, kitten,” I reply, taunting her with my fingers skimming up her thigh. “I’d much rather show you. Actions speak so much louder than words, don’t you agree?”
She grins. “Sometimes the words during the actions are even better.”
“Touche, kitten. Tou-fuckin-che.”
I put my glass down and finally finish the tour I’d been taking up her leg. My fingers brush along her covered snatch and she shivers.
“Tell m
e, Jasmine. Have you ever had a man eat your pussy in the back of a car that costs more than the average person’s house?”
She swallows hard and breathes out a husky, “No.” Much to my cock’s delight.
“I could have you coming on my face by the time we reach the house. A real welcoming home, don’t you think?”
I watch as her hips shift in the seat. She likes to be talked dirty to. Good to know.
“We’ve still got a while to go. Why don’t you show me how wet that tight cunt is for me to fuck it with my tongue.”
“Mr. Volta, I think I need to be honest with you. You probably assume I’m a lot more experienced than I really am. I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, helping Jasmine rid herself of my jacket, stripping her back down to that ridiculously small top and skirt which I eventually rip off her body like a hungry animal. “I’ll do all the work.”
She’s bare for me, stripped to the flesh and I love it. Her big dark tits bounce as we drive and I push her down to the leather, spreading her legs wide to allow me to see every last inch of her skin. Her pussy is soaked and swollen for me. I stroke my finger between her dark lips and she bucks as my skin rubs her clit.
“Oh, kitten. How has no man ever fucked this perfect pussy of yours?”
Jasmine tosses her head back as I lash my tongue across her clit. With my freehand I find a bottle of champagne and pour a steady drizzle down across her pussy, lapping it up eagerly much to her delight. She writhes and moans out my name with such a sexy hypnotic voice. It spurs me on, making my dick throb in my pants, begging to be balls deep inside of her.
“Please, Mr. Volta,” she begs for release, gripping my hair with her fingers, curling them around my locks to pull me deeper into her cunt. My tongue plays her clit, swirling it and sucking until she arches her back. Jasmine’s thick thighs clench around me but I push her legs wide open to eat her pussy to completion, drinking her up as she comes.
