“Listen, Louie. There are some things I need to know before I kill you.” His eyes go wide and he takes a step back. He’s closest to the entrance, so he’s thinking of running.
Tommy’s already got his gun on him and we all hear the click of him cocking it back. Louie’s eyes lock on the barrel and he nearly tips back as his legs go weak.
He shakes his head and I know he’s getting ready to deny it. His hands are raised in the air. “Hey. I wanna make this easy on us all, Louie,” I say as I reach into my pocket for a rag as I slowly walk toward him. He takes a step back and I shake my head. His breathing comes in short breaths as he starts spewing off, “Whatever you heard, it wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.” The desperation is clear in his voice.
I wrap the cloth around my fist a few times. It’s thick; thick enough so he won’t be able to bite down on my hand. The thought reminds me of my kitten. My sexy-as-fuck little minx, scraping her teeth down my finger. I close my eyes and will the images away. It only fuels my need to get this shit over with. I walk around him and let him retreat until his back is against the wall. We’re still almost halfway down the narrow alley. It’d be hard as fuck to see or hear anything from us, as long as he doesn’t scream. I look at my left fist, wrapped tightly with the rag and back at Louie.
“You’ve got one chance. Who’d you sell it to, and where’s the money?” I ask him clearly, but I already know I’m going to have to ask again.
He’s shaking his head, thinking he can talk his way out of this.
I’m quick to shove my fist in his mouth. He only gets a partial scream out before the rag mutes his frantic screams. He struggles against me, his hands wrapping around my wrist, trying to rip my fist from his mouth. I push my fist harder into his mouth, stretching his jaw. I need to be careful not to break it though. I need this fucker to talk. He’s a pretty decent-sized guy and he’s doing a good job of throwing my body off of him, but I pull out my knife and hold it to his throat, my forearm bracing his shoulders against the wall. That makes his entire body still. Tommy comes up to my right and holds the gun to Louie’s head. Louie looks between the two of us and starts fucking crying. It’s pathetic.
“It’s just two questions, Louie, then we get to move on from this. You had a chance. You should’ve taken it.” I gave him a warning, and he chose to ignore it. Now he has to accept the consequences.
I nod at Tommy. “Get his hand.”
Tommy grabs Louie’s right arm, still holding the gun to his head. Louie’s quick to pull his arm away, but I dig my knife into his neck, slicing his skin to make a point of what will happen if he keeps this shit up.
He tries to speak into the rag, but it’s too late for that. I’ll give him a chance in a minute, once the screaming is over with. Louie’s got his fist balled, which is a bad move on his part. It would’ve only been one finger, but with them all bunched together, I slice into his middle finger and thumb as I cut off his pointer. Tommy struggles to keep the fucker’s wrist up as I cut his finger off and the dumb fuck screams into the rag.
I let the finger fall and the blood drip down onto the ground as I wipe my knife off on his jacket and push it up to his throat again. I choose a new spot, one an inch up from the first cut. “Stop your screaming,” I growl out as I push my fist deeper into his mouth. He whimpers in response, tears flowing down his cheeks as he cradles his arm in his hands.
I talk while I wait for him to calm down. “We have you on tape taking the product, so there’s no backing out of this one. You know it. There’s only one way out. You just tell me who you sold it to and where the money is, and it’s all over.”
He cries out something muffled by my hand, but I keep it there until he’s calm.
I hold his eyes and wait.
When I take my hand away, his body sags and he closes his eyes. “The Cullums, they bought it.”
“Did they know it was ours?” Tommy asks.
Louie shakes his head no.
“Where's the money, Louie?” I bet the fucker’s already spent it, but Tony couldn’t find it anywhere in his bank accounts.
“I gave it to my brother.” Hearing his confession makes my heart sink. I know his brother has a problem with alcohol. They both do. His brother’s also a gambler though. And that’s not a good combination. I nod my head and wait for him to look me in the eyes.
“You stole from us to get your brother out of debt?” I ask him and I see a flash of hope in his eyes. Like maybe that’ll save him. But it won’t. As he raises his head to speak, I stab the knife through his neck until it comes out the other side and quickly push it up toward his face, splitting his throat open. It’s a silent kill, efficient and quick.
Once his eyes glaze over and his hands fall to his side, I let him drop to the ground. I shake my head as Tommy dials up the crew to come clean this shit up.
He should’ve known better. No one fucks with us for a reason.
“Damn, Anthony. I need to practice with a knife.” I turn around to look at my brother. He’s looking at me the same way everyone always has. Like he fears me, because I do this shit without thinking twice and without feeling remorse. It’s simple. He had it coming. It had to happen. Catherine used to look at me like that too; only sometimes though in the beginning. Not anymore. She would if she knew I did this shit. If she really knew who I was. When people break the rules, they die. That’s just what happens. Just like my mother. I’ve come to terms with it long ago. I don’t get why everyone else gets so shaken up over it.
I don’t feel any different than I did when we walked back here. A little bit of a high on adrenaline, but I just want to get the fuck out.
Tommy says, “I don’t think I could do that shit.”
“Sure you could, anyone’s capable of it.” My words remind me of my kitten. Her patiently waiting for me, and telling me all the things I want to hear. I don’t think she would ever hurt a fly. That’s just not the kind of person she is. But if she wanted to kill me, she could. I still expect it at some point. If I was her, I’d try to kill me. The thought makes my blood run cold. At some point she’s probably going to try to kill me.
“You alright?” Tommy asks. “It’s alright, Anthony. He had it coming to him.”
He had it coming to him. I bet that’s what she’s going to think when she gets the courage to try. I want to believe in her, but ever since that night with Vince, all I keep thinking is that I’m fucked up. That I was wrong. That this is destined to fail.
I school my expression and look at Tommy as I say, “Let’s get out of here.”
It’s late, but I need her right now. Even if my little kitten wants to sink her claws into me. Even if it’s all lies. Even if it’s completely fucked up. I want her.
Anthony
As soon as I put the keys on the table, I make a beeline for the door. I need to get to her. She could be lying to me; she could be gearing up for a fight. I don’t fucking know. But right now I want her, and she’s ready to beg for me. I’m giving in. Whether it’s my dark needs and issues or something else causing this impulsive behavior, I don’t give a fuck.
I go straight down to the basement. My steps are loud as fuck. I enter the code and swing open the door just in time to see her falling to her knees and breathing heavily. Her hair’s a mess, like she was sleeping when she heard me coming. I look past her at the bed and I know that’s exactly what happened.
“You want me, kitten?” I walk to her with hard steps. “You still want to prove to me that you're mine?” I ask her.
“Yes, Anthony,” she responds with a deep need in her eyes. I run my hand down my face, knowing this is stupid as fuck. But I’m going to do it. I’m tired of questioning this shit, and I’m tired of waiting.
I lean down and grab her by her waist, carrying her in my arms.
She snuggles into me and stares at my face as I take her up to my room. I want her there. If she’s really mine, she’ll be mine everywhere. She doesn’t look around; she doesn’t try to squirm away. She
grips onto my shirt and kisses the dip in my neck.
I lay her gently on the bed, but she’s quick to pop up on her knees and wait for me.
“You want my dick, kitten?” I ask her.
“Please. Please, Anthony,” she begs me as she pulls the nightgown over her head and lies naked on my bed. She’s desperate for something from me. Anything. This is what I wanted, but right now, I fucking hate myself for it.
Her lust-filled eyes look back at me as she whispers, “I want to prove to you I’m yours.” Fuck, she sounds so sincere.
I nod my head slightly and kick my pants off. If that’s what she wants, then she’s going to get it. She’s going to earn it.
“Fuck yourself on my dick,” I command.
I climb on the bed and stay on my knees stroking my cock. Precum’s already leaking out and I use it to lube up the head.
She’s quick to get on all fours and look back at me over her shoulder. She’s too fucking sexy for her own good. She lowers her breasts to the bed and lays her head to the side, keeping her eyes on my dick as she backs her ass up.
I put a hand on her hip to steady her and let her take me in. My breath comes in short pants but I make sure they’re low so she can’t hear how much I need this. Her ass looks so fucking good. I give it a loud smack. She jumps, and I slip out of her.
“Uh-uh, kitten. You’re going to take it. This is your cock right now. Lean back and take it.” Her mouth stays parted as she reaches between her legs for my dick. Her small hand strokes the head and I almost cum right there.
Smack! I hit her ass to keep from cumming as she slips the tip inside of her welcoming heat and moves back, stretching her walls slowly around my dick. I watch my cock slowly disappear. So fucking slowly. It’s almost too much to take. I ball my hands tightly into fists and fight the urge to just let go. I want to collapse on top of her and bury my head into her neck. I want to bite down on her and fuck her ruthlessly and let my savage beast out. But I need control. I thrive with control. And this is for her, not for me.
She rocks on her knees to get more of me inside her tight little pussy. Fuck, it feels like heaven. I place my hand on the small of her back, but I don’t take control. This is for her own needs, not for my pleasure. There’s a difference.
I grip her hips, but she’s still in control. She slides easily on and off my dick. Her sweet sounds fill the air. That’s when it really hits me, she really has given herself to me. I’ve broken her down to this. She wants this. She wants me. She’s doing this to please me. What more could she possibly give me? My heart clenches in my chest, and I can’t fucking stand it.
Not now. I can’t think about this shit right now.
She moans as she slides back deeper and my dick fills her cunt. I can’t help the groan that slips past my lips. She feels so fucking good. She rocks forward and I watch as her cream coats my dick. It’s the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. I want to push deep into her and pound her pussy so fucking hard her body collapses. But not yet.
She fucks herself on my cock, searching for her release, but she’s so far from getting that highest high that I can give her. I tilt my hips and thrust back as she impales herself onto my dick. I’m rewarded with a sweet strangled cry of pleasure. “Yes!” she screams out. The sound of her panting and smacking her wet pussy against me is everything I ever dreamed of.
“Please, Anthony!” she cries out as she fucks herself faster and harder. “Please,” she begs me.
“Please what?” I ask her. I just want to hear her tell me how much she needs me.
“Please, Anthony,” she begs again.
“You want me to make you cum?” I ask her.
“Yes!” she answers.
“You want to cum all over my cock to please me, is that it?” I smack her ass again and again.
“Yes!” she cries out, and it’s the last straw. I give in and lose what little self-control I have left.
“Coat my dick with your cum,” I growl into her ear as I push her shoulders down and hammer into her. My other hand moves to her slick clit and I strum it until she screaming into the sheets.
Her pussy latches onto my dick and starts milking it with her release. I pump into her harder and faster, and with each thrust her cunt holds onto me tighter, trying to suck me in deep. I nip her earlobe. I bite, kiss and suck all over her neck. Her pussy pulses around me and her body trembles beneath me. She cries out my name, and it’s what takes me over the edge. I cum deep inside her. I groan in the crook of her neck, loving that I gave her more than she could give herself.
I slowly release her and her body falls forward and I slip out of her, our combined cum leaking from her pussy.
She lays on the bed panting and curling on her side as I leave her to get a shirt from the hamper to wipe up with. She hums softly in appreciation as I clean her off. She looks so weak and tired as she slips her nightgown back on. I love the sight of my cum leaking out of her tight little pussy, but I need to clean her up before bed. And she’s obviously fucking exhausted.
I watch her as I climb in next to her. I expect her to plead with me to stay. I expect her to ask me for something. But she doesn’t. She scoots her body against mine and rests her cheek on my shoulder. She cuddles with me. She holds me.
I feel my guard lower from her comforting touch. I should put her back in her room, but I need this as much as she does. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone hold me with such need and adoration. She rubs her body against mine and I relax into the mattress.
I kiss her hair and pet her back as she nestles into my chest.
“Sleep, kitten,” I whisper into her ear.
She looks up at me through her lashes with a small smile. “Good night, Anthony.” And she plants a kiss on my lips. I can still feel it as she lies back down and gets comfortable in my arms.
I watch her for hours before I can finally sleep. It never once occurs to me that in the morning she won’t be there.
Because I know she will.
Anthony
My eyes slowly open and I move to turn onto my side, but a warm and comforting weight rests against my side. Kitten. A slow, lazy smile graces my lips. It feels good to wake up next to someone. I never have before. I’m not angry that I let her sleep here last night. But it’s a one-time thing.
I stare at her while she sleeps. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Her chestnut hair is fanned out on the pillow. I gently brush the hair off her face and fucking love how at peace she is. With me.
This is going better than I ever imagined it would. My hand gently eases on her hip as my eyes roam over the dip in her waist. She begged me to fuck her. She wants me. She truly wants me.
I lie back down on my back and sigh. She’s seen my darkness, and she craves my touch.
Only because she has no choice. Only because I’ve conditioned her.
All traces of her warmth and tenderness leave me. And then she stirs beside me. I close my eyes and wait to see what she’s going to do. I’ve no idea what kind of trouble my kitten will get into if I let her roam the house without supervision.
But I’m curious. The idea that locks aren’t needed makes me feel powerful, as though I’ve perfected the relationship I desired. But there’s only one way to find out if it’s possible.
I feel her body press against mine as her cheek nudges gently against my chest.
She’s trying to wake me, but I don’t move.
It’s been a long time since I’ve pretended to be sleeping, but I’m still good at it.
Maybe she has no intention of leaving my side. Maybe she’s scared of being punished if she does.
I’ve never said I would. There are no rules against it. But she’s made up in her head what this is supposed to be like. She’s decided on her own that it would upset me if she wandered around the house without me. That’s smart of her, but I want her to push. I want her to learn I can give her freedom if only she’d ask for it.
I wait as she rests on her side and l
ies still next to me. I know she doesn’t want to disappoint me. That’s a good thing, but it’s also holding us back.
She runs her fingers along my jaw gently, and I have to stifle a soft groan of tenderness so she won't realize I'm awake. I crave her touch as much as she craves mine. But she’ll never know that. I can never show her that weakness.
After a moment, she slowly and easily slips off the bed. My little kitten’s curiosity got the best of her. Good.
Excitement races through my blood as I hear her walk through the room. I peek through my lashes as she opens the closet.
She can see all the monitors, but she seems unaffected. She knows I watch her. She closes them after a moment of watching the screens flash to different angles in her rooms. She walks slowly and quietly across the room. Her fingers trace over the notebook on my dresser. She slowly opens it and I don’t like that.
It’s my list. There are names in there she shouldn’t know. Her brows raise and she quickly shuts it, taking a step back as though it bit her.
Good girl. She turns on her heel and walks quietly to the door, looking back at me once.
As soon as she’s out the door, it’s my cue to get up and follow my sweet submissive who’s being a bit naughty.
For all I know she could be trying to leave. But I doubt she would. I’m fairly certain she just wants to snoop. I can’t blame her. I listen from my bedroom and hear her walk to the next room. The door opens, and she gasps and quickly shuts it.
It’s the armory. If she wanted, she could grab a gun in there. But none are loaded and the ammunition is locked away separately, so I’m not worried. But she doesn’t. I hear her feet patter faster away from the room and move on to the next door. It’s just a guest room, so there’s nothing in there, but I can't hear her any longer and I imagine she walked in.
So I decide it’s time to put my kitten to the test. My dick hardens at the thought of chasing her. YES! I need this. I want to prepare her first and give her a fair chance to run. I’ll catch her though. I’ll always catch her; she can never escape me.
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